Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Even after entering the courtyard, Han Zhaozhao was still thinking, Old Golden Head is really exciting!

However, we cannot blame him. Teacher Tu's song "Chinese Kung Fu" is indeed a nice song, especially when sung by a great martial artist. The lyrics are passionate and the melody is grand and loud. It not only expresses the essence of traditional martial arts culture, but also enhances national cohesion and love for national culture.

Back then, this song was all the rage in China, especially among men. When they first heard this song, the blood in their bodies would flow N times faster than usual.

Han Zhaozhao laughed out loud when he thought about who would be unlucky this morning and have to fight with old man Jin to the death.

"Ah... A-choo, A-choo!" In an open area of ​​the park, a lean middle-aged man sneezed several times. He suddenly had an idea and took the opportunity to quickly jump out of the battle circle. "Stop, stop, stop, Uncle Jin, let's stop here today. It's time. I have to go back to work."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Old Man Jin to respond and just ran away.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? Don't you still have time? Come back, come back. How can you give up halfway without knowing the outcome?"

Old man Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead, flicked it away, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe his face, and shouted to save face.

"Hahaha! Old Jintou, you're already sweating, so stop showing off. You have to admit your age! The younger generation is giving you a way out, so just step down when you need to.

Xiao Sun has to work and take care of the whole family, and he doesn't have enough to eat, but he still plays with you, which is a big honor for you. Please stop dragging him down."

"That's right, it's time to go home. If you go back too late, you might not be able to have the cornmeal porridge in the morning!"

The crowd of onlookers dispersed. Old Man Jin looked at their backs, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Humph, these guys are just making trouble! Let's go home and eat. He is hungry too.

"Zhao Zhao, there is a little sister in your house who is almost starving to death! She is so thin!"

Xiaoliang was hiding behind the door. When he saw her come back, he came over and whispered the news to her.

The old lady got off the train at nine o'clock last night. Xiaoliang and his mother went to bed early and did not see her taking Wu Ni home.

"That's my cousin. She's not in good health. My grandma brought her back for medical treatment. She will stay with us for a while. You can call her Wu Ni or sister."

Han Zhaozhao told Xiaoliang with a smile.

"Oh, I see. She's sick, not hungry."

Nodding, Han Zhaozhao went back to the house to eat. With Xiaoliang's brain, too much explanation would only make it confused.

Inside the house, the old lady was eating with Wu Ni. Wu Ni held the boiled egg tightly in her hand, squinting her eyes as if she was eating a lollipop, and it was unclear whether she was chewing or licking it happily.

When he saw Han Zhaozhao coming in, he quickly hid the eggs behind him.

Han Zhaozhao paused. What was going on? He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old lady, thinking, "What's wrong with this child?"

The old lady sighed helplessly, "Wu Ni, eat well! You don't have to hide your food in our house. We have enough food.

These eggs were specially cooked for you by your sister Zhaozhao, and the rice porridge was also made by her, so just eat them.

Just remember one thing, when someone asks you what you eat at home, don't tell them anything. If you really can't handle it, just say you drank wild vegetable porridge."

The yellow-haired girl blushed and nodded timidly.

Han Zhaozhao pretended not to see it, went to wash his hands and face, then sat down at the table to eat.

Breakfast was rice porridge, multi-grain steamed buns and boiled eggs. There was no fried vegetable. The old lady cut two plates of pickles.

The pickled lettuce is emerald green and mixed with bright red chili oil, which whets your appetite.

Cut the water dumplings into thin strips, mix with shredded ginger, green onion and coriander, and add a little sesame oil, the taste is even more tempting.

After drinking two bowls of rice porridge, eating three large steamed buns and a boiled egg, Han Zhaozhao was finally full and put down his chopsticks.

Wu Ni had been watching her secretly, slurping the rice porridge in small sips as if she was feeding a cat, and she didn't notice whether she ate the boiled egg or put it in her pocket.

For fear that she would be embarrassed, Han Zhaozhao never paid much attention to her.

"Wu Ni, eat quickly, eat this steamed bun." The old lady urged, tapping the table with chopsticks in her hand.

"Hmm!" the kitten squeaked!

"Zhao Zhao, after dinner, grandma will go to work first. I'll take care of Wu Ni. The house has been cleaned and the chickens have been let out and fed. You wash the dishes later.

We won't be back at noon, you can stay at home and do whatever you want, and grandma won't worry about you.

Take some time to ask your master and ask him to find a good doctor for you. I am planning to take Wu Ni to see a doctor on Sunday when I change shifts."

"Okay! I won't go up the mountain today. I'll go to Master's house later. Please wait for my letter!"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Zhaozhao said, "How about I pick up Wu Ni this afternoon, give her a bath and a haircut, and take care of her personal hygiene before seeing the doctor?"

The old lady looked at Wu Ni and nodded, "Okay! After get off work tonight, I will sew some clothes for her and make them neat and tidy so that the doctor won't be disgusted by them."

After cleaning up the house, Han Zhaozhao picked up a bag and went to Ertiao Hutong in Langfang.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I found that there were guests at home. A middle-aged man and a young man were sitting in Master Liu's treatment room for examination.

Master Liu's medical skills are definitely unique.

He only uses manual examination, manual diagnosis and manual treatment to assist in diagnosis and treatment.

A pair of hands touched the young man's right leg from the ankle to the thigh. In just three minutes, the patient's condition was fully understood.

The first time Han Zhaozhao saw Master Liu performing treatment on the spot, he was stunned.

There is no need for CT or X-ray examination. With his hands, which have distinct joints and are covered with age spots, he can extremely accurately detect where there are fractures and dislocations, where there are misaligned joints and water accumulation, and where the tendons are twisted and stretched.

The treatment methods are extremely simple and crude, sometimes pinching, sometimes supporting, sometimes pushing, sometimes twisting, sometimes turning... using a pair of skillful hands to turn decay into magic, and often the patients come in lying down and go home walking.

The medical equipment used is also very cheap, either medicinal mud, powder, or plaster. Occasionally, the patient will be given a thin wooden splint to help with fixation and correction.

It really doesn't cost much for patients to come to him for treatment! This old man has a strange temper. If a patient pleases him, he will treat them for free without charging a penny.

Neighbors nearby often come to him day and night with their children, dislocated arms and legs, stiff necks, and twisted waists. He will cure them in a few strokes, not only for free, but also for the children.

The children nearby were both afraid of and loved him.

Han Zhaozhao thought that perhaps this was the fundamental reason why Master Liu had never become rich because he didn't care about money.

Today's patient is from another province. His condition is somewhat complicated. He has searched for good doctors in the local area and spent a lot of money, but he has not been cured.