Chapter 46 Handing over public food

"What is stove core soil?"

Tian Laba asked doubtfully.

"Oh, the stove core soil is the yellowish soil in the center of the bottom of the stove at home. Take some of it and use a knife to scrape off the black part and impurities."

Wang Mengde explained.

Stove heart soil, also known as Fulong liver, has the effects of warming the middle and stopping bleeding, vomiting and diarrhea.

"The soil under the pot can also cure diseases?" Tian Laba looked unconvinced.

Before Wang Mengde could say anything, Wang Tian was unhappy. She pointed at Tian Laba's nose and cursed, "Tian Laba, you are really a piece of shit. My grandson came to treat your son with good intentions and didn't let you spend a penny, but you still doubt him.

There are many things in the world that you don’t know. My grandson is a doctor at the Beijing Hospital. If he says that soil can cure diseases, then it must be able to cure diseases.”

In fact, Wang Tian herself was a little unsure, but in this situation, she would definitely side with her grandson.

Tian Laba was not angry about being scolded by Wang Tian. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was true. He had stove core soil under his pot at home. He could find some cloth to wrap it and boil water to drink. It really didn't cost any money.

There is no harm in trying it anyway. Even if it doesn't work, drinking water boiled from soil will not have any effect on your body.

Thinking of this, he nodded and smiled at Wang Mengde, then went to the kitchen to get some stove core soil to boil medicine for his son.

At noon, Wang Ning, Zhou Lingling and her cousin all came back, except her cousin's wife. They had been drying the wheat in the threshing floor in the morning.

"Meng De, you are getting married next month, great."

At the dinner table, Wang Ning took a bite of steamed bun and said happily when he heard that Wang Mengde was going to get married.

Zhou Lingling, who was standing by, also said with a smile: "Meng De, you are getting married. I will make you a pair of cloth shoes during this period of free time after the summer harvest."

Just now, she saw the two boxes of peach cakes that Wang Mengde brought back, and she is in a good mood now.

"Thank you, ma'am."

After dinner, except for my cousin who went to bring food to his cousin's wife, everyone else started to take a nap.

It was around 3:00 in the afternoon when they were all preparing to go to the wheat field to work. Wang Mengde was planning to go and help, but was stopped by Wang Ning: "Mengde, we will just be irrigating the grain later, so don't go.

Stay at home and chat with your grandpa and grandma for a while. Our village will go to the township to pay the public grain tax. You can go with us then. The place to pay the public grain tax is not far from the bus stop. "

The public grain payment that Wang Ning mentioned is the serious kind, that is, agricultural tax.

After the summer harvest every year, farmers must pay public grain as taxes to the place designated by the state on time.

Before five o'clock, Wang Mengde set out with the team to pay the public grain. The villagers pulled carts or wheelbarrows, and some pushed wheelbarrows with sacks or snakeskin bags full of grain on them.

Basically every household measured the weight of these grains with a bucket, and the amount was almost the same as the public grain they had to pay.

Facing the setting sun, we walked and stopped along the way and soon arrived at the village grain station.

At the entrance of the grain station, many villagers from other villages, under the guidance of the staff, unloaded grain from the trucks. After random inspection, they put the grain on the scales and finally registered it into the warehouse.

Under several big trees nearby, many children were playing cockfighting games without feeling the heat.

Not far away, there was a vendor pushing a cart with a wooden box on it, selling popsicles.

The vendors would occasionally drawl out a long shout: "Popsicles - reduce internal heat!"

Just as Wang Mengde was about to turn around and walk towards the bus stop, a child under a tree hopped on one foot and lost his balance, and suddenly fell to the ground, covering his arm and lying there, not getting up. The other children didn't care and were still playing happily, but the child's parent, a man in his thirties, came forward and pulled him up, and spanked him twice.

The child burst into tears.

Wang Mengde didn't pay attention to that side at first. He was attracted by the crying of the child. When he saw the child with his arms hanging down, he hurried over.

"Don't move, your arm is dislocated."

"Ah, dislocated?" The man's face instantly turned ugly, but he still looked at Wang Mengde with suspicion. After all, Wang Mengde was only twenty years old, too young.

At this time, my cousin also came over: "Meng De, what's wrong?"

"Cousin, this child's arm is dislocated." Wang Mengde explained.

"This is my cousin, a doctor at Beijing Hospital. Your boy's arm must be really dislocated." The cousin knew the man and explained softly.

"Oh, what can I do?"

"I'll try and see if I can recover."

After Wang Mengde obtained the consent of the child's father, he said to the child, "Little friend, I will count one, two, three. When I count three, I will restore your dislocated position. Don't be nervous."

As he spoke, he shouted, "One."

Then, without waiting for the child to react, he held the other's arm with one hand and held the dislocated arm with the other hand. He first twisted it, then pulled it, and finally exerted a little force, and the arm was restored.

He moved quickly, and when he let go of his hands, the child was still staring at him, waiting for him to count again.

"Okay, don't do strenuous exercise with this hand in the next few days, and don't fall again, otherwise it will be very troublesome." Wang Mengde instructed.

Now, dislocation recovery is a piece of cake for him. After all, he practices a lot in the space every day. To be honest, he can do it even with his eyes closed.

"Is it okay now?" the man said in disbelief.

"Okay." The child gently raised his arm and tried, and found that he had recovered. He looked at Wang Mengde with surprise.

"Thank you so much." Gritting his teeth, the man continued, "Please wait a moment."

As he said that, he hurried to the vendor selling popsicles and bought three popsicles.

He handed a cream popsicle to Wang Mengde, and gave the remaining two red fruit popsicles to his cousin and his own child respectively. He stood aside and swallowed.

Cream popsicles are five cents each, and red fruit popsicles are three cents each.

After eating a popsicle, Wang Mengde sat comfortably on the bus to Deshengmen. The stuffy environment in the bus did not affect him.

The bus stopped and started along the way, and soon, the moat was not far ahead, but the vehicle slowly stopped.

This is the second time that the vehicle has run out of gas.

Seeing that they were not far from the moat, Wang Mengde simply got out of the car, holding his things in his hands, and walked slowly forward.

By the moat, many residents in the surrounding area sat under the big trees, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, enjoying the cool while chatting.

The grandmothers with babies sang softly: "The moat is straight and the moat is curved, the moat protects our baby's home; the city wall is long and the city wall is wide, the impregnable tower will always be safe..."

By the river, a few half-grown children were skipping stones on the water.

(End of this chapter)