Li Shuangxi lives alone.

When Song Qingyun and Chen Jianguo arrived at his house, they saw Taoist Li lying on a cold chair, surrounded by many neighbors, chattering and talking nonstop.

It was hot, and Li Shuangxi only wore a short-sleeved shirt, and the buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned, revealing her round belly.

The belly was pale and full and looked solid.

Li Shuangxi's eyes were dull and she couldn't help but shout, "I can't stand it, I'm going to die."

As he spoke, he burped his mouth. Although it was more than one meter away, Song Qingyun could still smell a strong sour smell.

"Hibered." A neighbor tapped his belly with his fingers, and there was an echo.

When Li Shuangxi knocked, he screamed: "It's explode."

Song Qingyun: "Don't knock, Li Shuangxi, what do you think?"

Li Shuangxi: "Secretary Song, I can't do it anymore. I counted on my fingers and my life was over and I couldn't stand the sun set."

The villagers said, "Oh, oh, oh, Taoist Li has calculated his life span, and that is, he will not be able to survive. Who else can be calculated? The fortune teller is accurate.

Li Shuangxi reached out and grabbed Song Qingyun's hand and said, "Secretary Song, you are a good official, you are the legendary Master Qingtian."

Song Qingyun: "What are you talking nonsense? I'm just an errand runner."

Li Shuangxi: "My family is not around. Now that I am leaving, many things need to be explained. I can trust you, and these words are only said to you."

Song Qingyun: "Tell me."

Li Shuangxi: "I, Li Shuangxi, have lived a hard life in this life, but I have never stretched out. I am old and have poor labor force. I usually have to bear the care of my fellow villagers, which has caused a lot of trouble for everyone. I am dead this time and can't make trouble for the village. I don't do anything about memorial service, and I will take it away and burn it as soon as possible."

A villager said, "Li Shuangxi, you just have yin and yang. Do you really think that you are a big cadre and hold a memorial service? Do you still have to learn from a great man and spread the ashes in the sea?"

Li Shuangxi: "You reminded me that I have calculated that our village will definitely develop greatly in the future under the leadership of Secretary Song. Maybe the land here will be valuable in a few years, and hundreds of thousands of acres may be possible. If I bury the land, I will be very sad if I occupy the collective land. It would be fine if the ashes were scattered in the sea. It would be too far away, so I would just scatter in the pond."

He also exclaimed the villagers: "What a joke? You are scattered in the pond, and the water is used to irrigate the land and grow crops. When we eat rice, grain and vegetables, we are just eating you, which scares everyone to death."

"Yes, yes, don't scatter in the pond, Taoist Li, you pretend to be a god when you are alive, and you want to pollute the environment even if you die. We won't agree."

Speaking of this, everyone laughed, and the room was filled with a happy air.

"It's going to die, be serious." Chen Jianguo shouted with a stern face: "Listen to others' last words."

Li Shuangxi grabbed Song Qingyun's hand and used another force, shed tears: "Secretary Song, I hid an iron box under the bedside earthquake, which contained 10,000 yuan. When I die, you dig it out and hand it over to the organization."

Everyone was shocked when they heard that Li Shuangxi had saved 10,000 yuan.

A villager cursed: "Li Shuangxi, am I good to you? I saw that everyone is a relative. Every time my family eats delicious food, I will bring you a bowl. Some time ago, I wanted to build a greenhouse and ask you to borrow money. You were so fucked and you were so poor that you only gave me two hundred yuan. Isn't this an insult?"

Song Qingyun: "You are not the party and non-university, what should you give to the organization? Li Shuangxi, if you have a lighter hand, your wrist will be almost scratched by you. Do you have such a strong force? Is it like a dying person?"

"Return to the future, return to the future." Li Shuangxi: "Although I am not a party or a non-university, I actively seek progress. Secretary Song, can you recognize me?"

Song Qingyun laughed in anger: "I am not the branch secretary, so you go to Comrade Zhenxin. Also, you have been engaged in feudal superstition for your whole life and want to join the organization. There is something wrong with your worldview itself. Don't worry, you can't die with me. Get up quickly, I'll drive you to the hospital."

As soon as he exerted force, Li Shuangxi screamed loudly again: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Secretary Song, if you don't let me join the organization on the Flash, I won't go to the hospital, I'll die for you to see."

"Nonsense, it's simply nonsense!" Song Qingyun was furious and was about to call everyone to grab him into his car. Someone outside shouted: "Luo Shizhong is here, Li Shuangxi, you are saved."

Li Shuangxi's face turned pale when she heard this: "Secretary Song saves me, I'm willing to go to the hospital for treatment."

I said before that Luo Shizhong understands medical skills.

In the 1960s and 1970s, he was sent to the area for a year by the commune. After returning from his studies, he worked as a barefoot doctor in the brigade and started to treat and get medicine for members.

Later, the medical system became more and more formal, and he had no certificate and was ordered to stop practicing medicine.

In order to avoid being hit hard by the state and to avoid medical disputes and fines, Lao Luo re-engaged the old business of farmers. However, Hongshi Village has high mountains and high roads and is inconvenient for transportation. It takes more than two hours to drive when you go to the city to see a doctor. Using other means of transportation, it is hard to explain it in one day.

It's really not worth it to waste a day of time for a little headache or cold, and maybe it's going to make the disease seriously.

Therefore, when encountering a small problem of headache and fever, the villagers still go to Luo Shizhong to solve it.

But he is just a favor from a fellow villager and is afraid of getting involved in a medical lawsuit. Luo Shizhong is gentle and conservative in the drug. He has a cold powder on the left and a pack of vitamin C on the right. He will never give you antibiotics. Anyway, it is a conservative treatment, and the principle is to not kill people.

He was suspected of practicing medicine illegally. Song Qingyun knew that this was not good, and he had the idea of ​​banning him from operating without a license. But after thinking about it, the actual conditions in Hongshi Village are there, and medical care is a necessity. If you do this yourself, you will be in opposition to the people and don’t care.

In rural areas, especially remote villages, many things have to be taken.

I have to say that although Luo Shizhong does not have the qualifications to practice medicine, he is still a little capable. When Song Qingyun first arrived in Hongshi Village, the climate here was too dry and he had eczema. There was a place on his waist that was itchy, so he had no choice but to find Luo Shizhong.

The first secretary of the village was ill. Luo Shizhong was not easy to use vitamin C to fool things, so he got a bag of herbs and ground them into powder, so he asked Comrade Xiao Song to apply it to the affected area with clean oil.

It's so good that it's just one night.

Song Qingyun was amazed and turned a blind eye to his illegal medical practice.

At this moment, Luo Shizhong came in with a taro pole that was one meter long in his hand.

Seeing him, Song Qingyun said, "Old Luo, come and see if Li Shuangxi's disease is serious? Can she survive to the Municipal People's Hospital?"

Luo Shizhong: "It's just a burp-food. If you eat too much, what kind of hospital you go to, wasting time and money, I can cure it in one minute."

As he said that, he shook the taro stalks in his hand, and didn't know what folk remedy this thing was.

Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you can cure it quickly."

Li Shuangxi looked pale: "No, no." She struggled to escape.

Luo Shizhong: "Hold it down."

Immediately, several villagers rushed forward and hugged Li Shuangxi's on the mat.

Luo Shizhong: "Peeling the mouth."

Another villager pinched Li Shuangxi's cheeks with his hands.

Taoist Li probably felt the danger, gritted his teeth, whimpered in his throat, and his eyes were full of pleading.

But after all, he was very sick, so how could he be the opponent of a group of strong villagers? Someone used a wooden spoon to pry open his mouth using the principle of leverage, and then a hollow bamboo tube stuck in his mouth.

Another thing about this hollow bamboo tube said, it is about half a foot long and is specially used for feeding cows.

Although the cow looks strong, there are still colds and fevers in winter. So, what should I do? Feed the medicine.

The medicine is bitter. If the cow doesn't eat it, just hold it down, plug the bamboo tube into its mouth, and pour medicine into it. After all, this thing is just a funnel.

Song Qingyun was surprised when he saw this scene. Li Shuangxi was not a cow. Why do you put a bamboo tube in his mouth? Li Shuangxi was afraid of death. As long as he could cure the disease, even if it was chicken shit, people would not refuse to eat it.

Just as he was wondering, in the lightning, Luo Shizhong suddenly put the thin end of the taro stalk in his hand into the bamboo tube and stabbed it hard.

Taoist Li let out a shocking cry.

Before Song Qingyun could come to his senses, the taro stalks had already penetrated into the handle and reached into one meter.

With a "swish" sound, another faint gas spurted out from Li Shuangxi's mouth.

It is sour and smelly, just like the slurry that has been exposed to the scorching sun for a day.

Several villagers who were pressing him hurriedly ran aside and pinched their noses with their hands. Some even started to retching.

After a while, Luo Shizhong had already pulled out the taro pole and threw it on the ground. He clapped his hands: "The medical expenses are twenty yuan, please remember to give it to me when you can."

Song Qingyun was so scared that his hair stood up: "This... how can this be like this? What should you do if you stab someone?"

Too rough and too savage.

Luo Shizhong: "How can a person be injured if the taro stalks are so soft? Li Shuangxi is burping and blocking everything inside, just breathe it."

"If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one. What if the taro stalks break inside?" Song Qingyun asked.

Luo Shizhong: "So what if it is broken? It won't kill people. We usually eat taro poles!" Taro poles are also a dish in farmers' daily lives. After picking the taro poles from the field, cut them into pieces and blanch them, then stir-fry them into paste with hot oil with chili and garlic. It tastes good and is very good for rice.

Song Qingyun thought: "However, Li Shuangxi, what do you think? Hey, why did you jump up?"

I saw that after Wang Shuangxi leaked his breath, his bulging belly, which had just been flat and instantly shrank.

He shouted happily: "It's comfortable, it's comfortable."

Luo Shizhong: "You eat too much, and you accumulate food, just soak your shit a little. If you really can't stand it, go to the field to pick a croton and chew it and swallow it."

Song Qingyun: "Don't eat croton, after all, you will make people feel weak when you are old."

Luo Shizhong: "Then just pull the roots of the wild berberine on the mountain and chew it."

Li Shuangxi was fine, and Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no need to take him to the city hospital to delay the trouble.
Chapter completed!