After relying on the motherland, my supermarket has become more and more prosperous.

Xu Wenzhao and Jiang Wanwan came to the warehouse full of wounded soldiers, carrying the prepared antipyretic medicine.

Among the wounded soldiers who were the first to be distributed buns, each of them has already received the hot bun that belongs to them.

But, the buns were all held in their hands, but no one ate them?

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion: "Why don't you eat? Is it not to your liking?"

It shouldn’t be!

Then she heard someone explaining in a hoarse voice.

"Supplies are limited nowadays. These precious resources should be left to those who need them more. We are all injured now, and we don't know if we can get out. Eating these buns is a waste."

"Captain, you should have someone take these buns back and leave them for those who need them more!"

"Yes, I still have nine grains of barley here, enough to last me a day."

"I still have half an egg-sized piece of highland barley dough in my hand, which will last me for another three days!"

……

Jiang Wanwan widened her eyes, unable to believe what she heard.

Nine grains, highland barley?

Is it the barley that she remembered, the same size as a grain of rice?

So, how can nine grains of barley survive a day?

Also, how can a barley dough the size of half an egg last for three days?

The most important thing is that in the history that Jiang Wanwan did not travel through.

Did those revolutionary martyrs survive by relying on nine grains of barley and barley dough the size of half an egg?

For the first time, Jiang Wanwan faced the food difficulties encountered while crossing the grassland as described in history books.

It turns out to be so difficult, so difficult that it broke her heart just by hearing it.

For the first time since becoming an adult, Jiang Wanwan couldn't control her emotions and her eyes instantly turned red.

She interrupted the tear-jerking words and spoke while holding back her sobs.

"Everyone, please don't refuse. There are still a lot of buns left, and each of you can exchange for a large pile. It would be a shame if you don't eat a little now and then you won't be able to carry it when you leave tomorrow morning."

The Red Army soldiers might be grateful for Jiang Wanwan's shelter, but few were willing to believe her seemingly unrealistic words.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan knew that her prestige was not enough, and hurriedly pulled Xu Wenzhao's sleeve.

It was not until Xu Wenzhao started to explain that the wounded soldiers became skeptical and stopped asking the commander to take back the buns, but only a few of them actually started to eat them.

As Jiang Wanwan walked towards Mr. Hu inside with the medicine in her hand, she couldn't help but persuade him, "Eat the buns while they're still hot!"

Unfortunately, the effect is not great.

When the two men came to Mr. Hu, they saw two whole buns on the stretcher.

Mr. Hu was still unconscious and unable to eat, and it was obvious that Deng Ying, who was taking care of him, was not prepared to eat either.

Looking at the other person's calm face, Jiang Wanwan knew that no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it would be of no use.

Why don't they listen to advice? She just can't get angry.

Forget it, if you don’t want to eat it, then don’t eat it!

Jiang Wanwan thought viciously that after she finished the things at hand, she would force the Red Soldiers to line up to buy goods, and then each of them would get ten or eight buns, and see if they were reluctant to eat them!

Xu Wenzhao, who was walking in front, pointed at the teacup and said, "Comrade Deng, this is fever-reducing medicine. Please feed it to Mr. Hu."

"Antipyretic medicine?" Deng Ying was startled at first, then pleasantly surprised, but finally sighed.

"Captain Xu, it's difficult to obtain supplies. You first need to consider the needs of everyone, not just one person!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wanwan temporarily put aside her depression and retorted in disagreement.

"Madam, it's not difficult to obtain supplies. A packet of fever-reducing medicine is only equivalent to a bun. Besides, only when Mr. Hu wakes up can we exchange for more supplies!"

Afterwards, Xu Wenzhao explained the process of trading goods to Deng Ying.

Jiang Wanwan squatted down, first reached out to dry Hu Gong's clothes, and then checked Hu Gong's specific condition.

His cheeks were red, and he was so thin that his bones were visible. It was obvious that he was suffering from a high fever.

Jiang Wanwan tried it and found that her forehead was indeed burning hot, but unfortunately she didn't have a thermometer.

At this time, Deng Ying finally learned from Xu Wenzhao what was happening outside.

Jiang Wanwan handed the warm teacup in her hand to Deng Ying, and dried her clothes as well.

Before the other party could be surprised, she suggested again.

"I have some cotton-padded jackets that can be used as blankets. They're 500 points each. Buy one for Hu Gong first! Oh, and I have some strong liquor for 100 points a bottle. Buy one and rub it on Hu Gong's palms, soles, and armpits. It'll help cool him down!"

Xu Wenzhao agreed without hesitation, and Deng Ying did not refuse this time.

So, Jiang Wanwan took out a military coat and a bottle of Erguotou from the system grid and handed them to Deng Ying.

The Erguotou was put aside first, and after the military coat was shaken open, it immediately covered Mr. Hu from head to toe, attracting subtle looks from the people around him.

The military coat was a custom-made model made in the primitive world according to the size of primitive people. The overall length was two meters, not much different from a quilt.

If it were in another world, it would probably cause discussion among customers or even lead to returns.

But at this point in time, no one would complain that it is too long or too big.

After all, it was cold in the grassland at night, and the Red Army was afraid that their warm clothes were not big enough.

Even after leaving the grassland, the large cotton-padded jackets were a pleasant surprise for the Red Army, which was short of supplies. One jacket could be turned into two!

After Mr. Hu has explained everything clearly, Deng Ying will take care of it, so there is no need to worry.

After Jiang Wanwan stood up, she did not sit idle. She turned around and helped other wounded soldiers dry their clothes.

During this period, she inevitably saw the wounds of these soldiers.

The Red Army soldiers were mostly injured on their feet or calves, with some on their hands, but almost none on other parts of the body.

Moreover, most of these wounds are red, black, or even rotten, which are obvious symptoms of infection.

After Jiang Wanwan inquired about the situation, she found out that the wounds were caused by crossing the grass.

The grass was full of mud, and the Red Army soldiers often got their shoes and trouser legs wet while walking.

The mud is poisonous. As long as there is an exposed wound that comes into contact with the mud, it will become infected. In the absence of medical care and medicine, the condition will only get worse.

The most crucial thing is that many Red Army soldiers were still wearing straw sandals, or even no shoes at all. They could only step barefoot into the mud, and then were scratched by grass stems or stones in the mud, and finally became infected.

Along the way, when we first entered the grassland, only a few people had infected injuries on their feet.

However, as time went on, more and more people were injured along the way, eventually leading to the current situation.

Seeing some of the Red Army soldiers with half of their legs black and rotten, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but feel frightened.

If this situation is not intervened, it will only get worse. In the end, even if you walk out of the grassland, you will probably face amputation or lameness, right?

So what to do?

By the way, she has anti-inflammatory drugs and Yunnan Baiyao, but I don’t know if they will work?

Jiang Wanwan decided to speed up the drying of the clothes and then quickly pull the Red Army to do a deal!

It’s a pity that there were no shoes among the goods she brought this time, otherwise it would have been possible to avoid similar injuries to other Red Army soldiers.