Spring comes to the desperate place

Boss Zhang was so angry that his mind became clearer. He grabbed Wang Fugui by the collar and pulled him out. Wang Fugui was already feeling uncomfortable, and his head became even more dizzy when he was pulled like that. He staggered a few times and lost his balance, and fell straight down, hitting his head heavily on the door sill.

Zhang Lao Da was frightened by him. Zhang Lao Er, who had just come back after calling the doctor, walked to the door and happened to see this scene. He was even more shocked. Fortunately, the doctor next to him reacted quickly and took a few steps forward to help the man up.

Wang Fugui called out softly, and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it.

But Wang Fugui's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. The doctor examined him from head to toe but could not find any external injuries.

The doctor was also surprised and asked, "How can such a strong man be so weak in Qi and blood?"

What puzzled the doctor even more was that the rest of the Zhang family members also seemed to be suffering from deficiency of Qi and blood. However, when he asked the Zhang family members, they said they had no external injuries, no external evil recently, and their appetite had not decreased. They ate and drank the same as usual.

Except for the sweet potato leaves he ate in the morning, Boss Zhang was filled with regret at this moment. If he had known that this thing was poisonous, he would not have dared to eat it even if he had ten times the courage.

Fortunately, the doctor only diagnosed that everyone had a serious deficiency of Qi and blood, and prescribed them a prescription to replenish Qi and blood.

As for Wang Fugui who had just fainted, he has woken up now, but he is sitting on the stool with a dull look in his eyes, not knowing what he is thinking.

When Zhang Laoda heard the doctor say that they were just weak and had no other symptoms, he still asked the doctor, "Doctor Wang, do you think we are poisoned?"

Doctor Wang was confused, so he took the pulse of Zhang Lao Da and others again and concluded that they were not poisoned.

Zhang Lao Da was a little unconvinced and spoke anxiously: "No, doctor, please take a closer look, are we really not poisoned?"

Doctor Wang was a little annoyed by being questioned about his medical skills one after another.

"If you don't believe me, then go to the capital and find a doctor from Baoan Hall. I have been treating patients for decades. How can I not treat a simple case of poisoning?"

Seeing that Doctor Wang was really angry, Zhang Laoer hurried over to stroke his fur.

"Doctor, don't be angry. My brother was talking nonsense in a hurry. Look at this family, how could they all be so weak all of a sudden? My parents can't even get out of bed right now. If it weren't for his concern, my brother wouldn't dare to question you. Everyone knows that you are the best doctor in the surrounding villages. You should be magnanimous and forgive him."

After being comforted by Zhang Laoer, Doctor Wang's complexion looked better. However, even he found it very strange. If this family had not eaten something wrong, how could they all collapse due to physical weakness at once? However, Doctor Wang did not find any signs of poisoning and could only comfort the Zhang family.

"Your illness is definitely not caused by poisoning. Perhaps my medical skills are limited and I cannot figure out what caused your illness. I will prescribe a prescription for you to replenish your Qi. I happen to have the herbs here. Second brother, go and boil the medicine and let them drink a bowl each. If they don't get better tonight, remember to go to the capital as soon as possible tomorrow."

Zhang Laoer nodded repeatedly, and after paying the consultation fee, he respectfully escorted Doctor Wang out the door. Turning around, he threw one of the packets of medicine at Wang Fugui.

"Now, tell me what happened?"

Seeing that the truth had been exposed, Wang Fugui could only tell the story again. Zhang Laoer was also very angry after hearing it.

"Wang Fugui, Wang Fugui, I've known for a long time that you're not a good person. Big brother, I told you that I shouldn't have married my little sister to him. Look, this whole family has been implicated by this idiot."

Wang Fugui's lips trembled as he wanted to argue, but there was really nothing to refute in the current situation. Although Doctor Wang had just said that they were not poisoned, everyone was still worried, fearing that Doctor Wang's medical skills were not good enough and could not make a diagnosis.

Although Zhang Laoer was angry, he still went to boil the medicine obediently. When the medicine was ready and brought over, Wang Fugui had already left. Before leaving, he remembered to take the packet of medicine with him.

Zhang Lao Er handed the medicine to Zhang Lao Da in a bad mood. After he made him swallow a large bowl of medicine, he said in a bad mood, "I told you to stay away from this brother-in-law a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Now you are reaping the consequences, right?"

Boss Zhang smiled bitterly. If he were given the chance to do it again, he would never eat those sweet potato leaves.

Song Dazhuang repeatedly confirmed with Song Chunlin at home: "Is the medicine really not life-threatening?"

"No, Dad." Song Chunlin pulled Song Dazhuang's sleeve, motioning him to sit down and stop spinning like a top.

"Dad, those are ordinary blood pressure medicines, not poison. For people who don't have high blood pressure, taking blood pressure medicines will only make them feel dizzy and nauseous, and in serious cases, they will have palpitations. Of course, this side effect is only temporary, and they will slowly recover as long as they stop taking blood pressure medicines."

What Song Chunlin described only applies to modern people. He doesn't know much about the physique of ancient people. But judging from the living conditions of the Song family in the past, the living standards of civilians in ancient times were much lower than those of modern people, and there was basically no such thing as hypertension. Therefore, antihypertensive drugs are particularly effective in these people.

Even though Song Chunlin explained again and again, Song Dazhuang still did not sleep well that night. The Zhang and Wang families also did not sleep well. Both families were shrouded in fear of being poisoned to death and did not get any sleep the entire night.

As the sky gradually brightened, Zhang Laoer brought breakfast over and found that Zhang Laoda's family looked much better than yesterday, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Fugui and his wife stared with their eyes wide open until dawn. When they got up and moved around a bit, they found that they did not feel as uncomfortable as they had yesterday. They also agreed with what Doctor Wang said.

"It seems that the doctor did not lie. We are really not poisoned." Wang Zhang murmured.

However, the two still had doubts. If Song Dazhuang did not give them the medicine, why did they both suffer from qi and blood deficiency at the same time?

Because a lot of things happened the day before, and Zhang Laoer did not avoid anyone when he asked for a doctor, by noon the next day, basically everyone knew that the Zhang family in the neighboring village had fallen ill, and Wang Fugui's family was also sick.

Just as Song Dazhuang said that he had spread pesticides on the fields, these two families fell ill one after another. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was something fishy going on between these two families.

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, the gossipy women in the village gathered together. One of them swore, "I think it must have been the Wang family who started it. Think about it, the incident when the Song family slaughtered the pig a few years ago, and they are all petty-minded. How can they tolerate this?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let them hear you, or that bitch will come and beat you up."

The person who was speaking was not afraid: "Humph, whether she can get up today is another matter. I just passed by the door of that house this morning, and the door was bolted tightly. There was no sound from inside, so she must still be lying there."

One of them was a little worried: "Isn't something going to happen to this family?"

"No, they say that evil can last for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to die? I even invited a doctor yesterday. If there was really something wrong, Doctor Wang would have taken him to the capital long ago."

"That's right. Doctor Wang can't bear this responsibility. If he wasn't really alright, he definitely wouldn't have left."

The Zhang and Wang families who were recuperating at home naturally had no idea that their story had spread. Even if they did not go to Song Dazhuang to ask for the antidote, people in both villages knew clearly that they had gone to see a doctor. Going to a doctor at this critical juncture, is there any difference between this and publicly announcing that they are thieves?

What's worse, some people with a curious mind went to Doctor Wang to inquire what poisoned the two families. Doctor Wang, who had been completely unaware of the situation, finally realized that it was no wonder that Zhang Lao Da and Wang Fugui had been asking them yesterday whether they were poisoned and what poison they were poisoned with. It turned out that the source was here!

Out of professional ethics, Doctor Wang naturally had nothing to say and kicked the man out. After kicking him out, he sat at home and pondered what kind of medicine powder the Song family used that could not harm lives but make people so weak in a short period of time.

Doctor Wang naturally couldn't understand it, because from the beginning to the end, Song Chunlin had never thought of taking their lives. This is not the end of the world. If nothing unexpected happens, the Song family will continue to live here for generations. If a little conflict takes someone's life, how can the Song family survive in the village?

So the two families only had to lie in bed for two days. When Song Chunlin gave them the medicine, he deliberately emptied half of their water tank. The remaining water was only enough for one day, and it would be gone after it was used up. The next day, the Zhang and Wang families had recovered after taking the medicine, but they were afraid that the poison would take effect, so they stayed at home for a few more days.

For several days, the whole village was discussing this matter, especially after Wang Fugui's family recovered. Almost everywhere they went, people would ask them, "Oh, you're poisoned, did you take the antidote?"

Wang Fugui would try to explain at first, but after so many times, he simply stopped explaining. Wang Zhangshi then just threw a tantrum. After a few times, everyone stopped teasing them and went home to educate their own children, telling them to stay away from Wang Fugui's son.

"Parents are like that, and they waste food. They deserve to be struck by lightning, so stay away from them."

The same words were also prevalent in the neighboring village. For a while, no one in the two villages was willing to play with the children of the two families. After they returned home crying, the adults in the family felt regretful. But that’s another story.

Only half of the sweet potatoes that were buried by Song Dazhuang survived, and the remaining half could not be saved. Song Chunlin originally wanted to use spiritual spring water to save it, but was stopped by Grandpa Song.

"You can save her once today, but what about in the future? This thing will definitely be popularized in the future. When more people plant it, if something like this happens again, will you save her once?"

Song Chunlin thought about it. He was just one person. He could save the potatoes once. He couldn't rely on him to save them every time. So he gave up the idea. He could also see how strong the sweet potatoes were and whether they were suitable for the current soil.

It happened to rain a few days ago. I don’t know if it was because of the rain that half of the sweet potatoes survived. It was a blessing in disguise.

Spring rain is as precious as oil. It was the first time the Song family had seen rain since they moved here. Song Dazhuang was so excited that he even shed tears.

It's a pity that the rain only wet the ground, but it was enough to make everyone happy.

After the first rain, the second rain came as expected many days later.

This time the rain lasted even longer than the first time. In the misty drizzle, Song Dazhuang didn't even need to put on a straw raincoat, and happily came to inspect his fields.

The sweet potatoes that were salvaged had grown tender green sprouts again. Song Dazhuang was happy to see them. He walked around in the field happily until the rain stopped, and then he went home, looking back every few steps.

"Dad, how are you? Are you growing well?" Song Chunlin handed a bowl of ginger soup to Song Dazhuang.

Song Dazhuang didn't like the taste of ginger soup: "Take it away, your father doesn't need it yet. I'll ask your mother to boil some hot water for me to take a hot bath."

Song Chunlin refused to leave and followed Song Dazhuang like a puppy: "Dad, drink, drink~"

Unable to resist his son's coquetry, Song Dazhuang drank the bowl of ginger soup. The spicy taste rushed into his nose, choking him and making him cough repeatedly.

After drinking the ginger soup, Song Dazhuang told Song Chunlin that half of the sweet potatoes in the field were alive. Song Chunlin was not satisfied with this number, but in the absence of spiritual spring water, half of the loss could be recovered. The Song family felt that this was a good result.

"Originally this is the first time we have planted crops, and we are doing it by trial and error. Some losses are inevitable. Next year, Dad will lead the head of the neighborhood and the village chief to plant crops together. With more planting, we will have experience."

Song Chunlin nodded slowly. He also felt that he was too impatient. Promoting a new crop was not an easy task.

"We planted very little, is this little yield really enough to share?"

Song Dazhuang was silent now. Originally, he had barely enough to share, but now so much was missing. Even he couldn't guess if he could still distribute it to the head of the neighborhood and the village chief. Oh, and there was also Marquis Gu's Mansion. When Song Dazhuang thought of this, his head began to hurt.

"By the way, Dad has almost cleared the wasteland for you, but you haven't told me what you want to plant."

Song Chunlin chuckled and said, "This is a secret. Dad, go and have a rest first. I'll tell you when it's time to plant."

Song Dazhuang was pushed into the house by his son. Knowing that he could not get anything out of him, he could only follow him into the study room helplessly and began to practice calligraphy every day.

Whenever he arrived at the study room, Song Chunlin turned into a devil teacher, and strictly urged his father to study. Whenever Song Dazhuang wanted to resist, he was suppressed by Grandpa Song with force, and he could only attend classes in a wronged manner every day.

After Song Chunlin's encouragement, Song Dazhuang can now recognize many words, and even his dog-scratching handwriting has become much neater. Song Chunlin is very satisfied with this.