Chapter 328 Palm 328: Someone comes to seek medical treatment
In the past two years, every household in Dongchen Village has grown a lot of sesame seeds. Jiang Sanlang also spent money to learn how to squeeze sesame oil from a castor oil pressing workshop.
When he came back, he taught his brother-in-law's son Daniel how to press oil, and asked him to build two thatched oil mills in the market outside Dongchen Village, specifically to press sesame oil for people.
Of course, Daniu also collects sesame seeds and sells sesame oil squeezed by himself. The business is quite prosperous. People from all over the country come to buy it. The supply is simply in short supply.
Nowadays, every family in Dongchen Village likes to use fragrant sesame oil to stir-fry vegetables and rice, and even less lard is eaten.
Yingbao led her second senior brother home, and just in time to catch up with her mother-in-law, she had already put out the roasted sesame seeds.
Chun Niang smiled and brought the sesame seeds to the table, ready to crush them, and said to her daughter: "If you want to eat it, Bao'er, grab a handful and taste it. It's delicious."
Ying Bao first grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, then motioned to her second senior brother to grab it too.
Zhang Min was not polite. He threw a handful into his mouth and chewed it.
Not to mention, this stuff smells really good.
This was his first time eating fried sesame seeds, and he was immediately greedy.
"Don't eat too much, it will hurt your brain." Yingbao said, "Later, grandma will crush the sesame seeds, and let's mix them with sugar and taste them."
Zhang Min nodded and said to Chun Niang: "Auntie, let me crush it for you."
"No, I can do it myself. It will be ready in a moment." Chun Niang took a rolling pin, spread the sesame on a clean board, and crushed it hard. The fried sesame was very crispy, and it was quickly rolled into pieces. Crushed.
The sesame flavor is more intense.
Chun Niang put the ground sesame seeds into a clean clay pot, kept some of it out, mixed it with icing sugar, and added a little bit of freshly boiled water to make two bowls of sesame paste, and handed one bowl to Zhang Min. : "Come on, try it."
Zhang Min took it and ate it deliciously.
Chun Niang gave another bowl to her daughter: "Bao'er also has a taste."
Yingbao took a spoon, fed her grandma a mouthful, took a mouthful herself, and quickly finished the sesame paste.
Chun Niang asked: "Do you want some more?"
"No, eating sesame seeds makes you tired." Yingbao took the empty bowls of herself and her second senior brother and washed them.
Zhang Min went out for a walk after eating and drinking, and met Hu Zi who came back to drink water. The two of them chatted about learning to fight, arm in arm.
Yingbao ignored them and sat at home talking to her mother. "Mom, why is there no one in our textile workshop?"
Chun Niang took out a piece of cloth to cut a dress for her daughter and said, "All the cotton at home has been spun, and it is the busy farming season again. Weaver Niang has gone home to work on the farm."
"What about our cloth? Have you sold all of it?"
Chun Niang pointed to the dozens of cotton cloth piled in the room and said: "Your father gave it to the cloth shop in Simen Town. The remaining ones are kept to make some clothes for my family. There is no need to buy them for the New Year and festivals, or to exchange favors. The cloth is ready-made at home.”
After a pause, he added: "Your sister Dani has made a date with the Zhang family. We will get married in the spring of next year. Oh, how fast it goes. Dani is also getting married, and your father and I are both old."
What Chun Niang lamented was not that Dani was going to get married, but that her little girl had grown up in a blink of an eye. In five or six years at most, she would have to find a husband for her.
The thought of her daughter getting married made Chun Niang extremely heartbroken.
After you get married, you will have fewer days to go home. Even if Chun Niang doesn't want to admit it, once a girl gets married, she basically becomes someone else's family, and when she comes back to her parents' house, she becomes a guest.
Ying Bao took a serious look at A Niang and said, "Mom is not old at all, and there are no wrinkles on her face."
Chun Niang pursed her lips and smiled softly, touching her face: "Who said there are no wrinkles? Look at the deep wrinkles on my forehead."
"I also have forehead wrinkles." Ying Bao tried her best to open her eyes wide and push out two wrinkles on her forehead.
Chun Niang poked her daughter's forehead and said with a smile, "Where are the wrinkles on your forehead?"
Ying Bao touched her forehead and said, "Then let me prepare some moisturizing cream for my grandma. If you apply it every night, your skin will definitely be white and tender. This is how the ladies in the city apply it on their faces."
"Okay, I'm waiting for Bao'er's moisturizer."
After the two of them talked for a while, they heard someone outside shouting: "Is Mrs. Xu at home?"
Chun Niang quickly put down her scissors and went out to check.
The visitors were two men in green robes and a middle-aged woman, who did not appear to be from the village.
"What do you want?" Chun Niang wiped her hands with her apron and looked at the people.
The woman stepped forward and saluted, "My surname is Wang. I am from Liushu Township. Today, my husband and I are here to see a little miracle doctor."
Only then did Chun Niang look at the man next to her.
I saw one person standing unsteadily, being supported by his companions, and his expression was extremely bad.
Chun Niang frowned, wondering whether she should agree or not. Then Ying Bao came over and said, "Then please sit down."
She led the person under the grape trellis in the yard and asked the woman, "What's wrong with the patient?"
The woman walked up behind her husband and opened his collar, "Husband, he has a sore on his back. It hasn't healed. It's gotten worse in the past few days. I asked the little miracle doctor to take a look at it."
Yingbao walked over to check, and sure enough, he saw a fist-sized abscess under the man's neck, which was emitting a strong stench.
"The doctor in our hometown said it was back gangrene." The woman covered her face and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Back gangrene?" Ying Bao frowned.
She had seen methods to treat back gangrene, but this method required first incising the sore to drain the pus, then cutting off the slough, and then fighting the infection. A little carelessness could kill her.
But the sore on this man's back was too big. If he had surgery rashly, he might not be able to bear it.
Seeing Ying Bao's hesitation, the woman knelt down to her and said, "Please ask the little miracle doctor to help me."
Ying Bao expressed her embarrassment: "His back gangrene has gone deep. If I treat him, I will have to operate on him to remove the carrion. The process is dangerous. If something unexpected happens, will you be able to bear it?"
The woman was stunned.
The sick man raised his head and said to Ying Bao: "Please ask the little miracle doctor to perform an operation."
He had been to several medicine shops and even the county medical office. They first performed an operation on him, but then the sores recurred and there were maggots in them. He really couldn't bear it and wanted to die, but there was someone Tell him that there is a little miracle doctor in Dongchen Village, Chuanhe Town, who rarely treats people, but everyone who has been treated by her has been cured.
Ying Bao: "In that case, let's sign a contract first. If you are cured, you have to pay the full medical fee. If you can't be cured, you can't rely on me."
She couldn't guarantee that she could completely cure this person. If she couldn't cure him, she didn't want to be blackmailed.
"Okay!" The man agreed without hesitation.
Later, Yingbao went to the house to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote the deed on the spot, and asked all three people to put their fingerprints.
Of course, I, as a stand-up person, also pressed the button.
Chun Niang also specially went to invite the patriarch Chen Fu and two village elders, and asked them to press their fingerprints and bear witness.
Then it’s time to get ready for the knife.
It was definitely not possible at home, so Yingbao asked Aniang to free up a room in the textile workshop outside the yard for this person to live temporarily.
Then Yingbao began to boil the knife in a clay pot to sterilize it.
Take out another jar of spirits and set aside.
Medicinal materials are essential, such as thistle, licorice, astragalus, etc.
But these only treat the symptoms rather than the root cause and can only provide temporary relief to the patient.