Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 280
The streets and alleys were shrouded in night, and several people walked quickly across the main street to the west of the city.

You can still see scattered red and yellow lanterns at the gates of the small courtyards of residents near the busy city, and it gets darker as you walk back, except for a few barking dogs, it is very quiet.

Zhu Yu walked quickly with Mrs. Cheng on her back, the weight on her back was effortless for her, turned around an alley, and stopped in front of the closed courtyard gate.

Glancing back at the two people following behind, he raised a hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came an alert voice from inside.

"It's me, Zhu Yu~sister-in-law on Tuesday, open the door quickly~"

"Miss Cheng is not at home, Miss Zhu is still so late." Tuesday's sister-in-law stood worriedly at the door of the room and did not dare to go out.

Miss Zhu, Yunying, is not married, and her neighbors live close to each other, so it's hard to tell if the news has spread.
Mrs. Cheng hasn't come back since she went out until now, and she dare not sleep.

I went over there this afternoon to take a look, and I was so frightened that I didn't even feel like going to sleep.

"Hurry up and open the door, I'm carrying Mrs. Cheng behind my back!" Zhu Yu hurriedly took over the conversation.

On Tuesday, sister-in-law wrung her hands and paced back and forth a few times, then sighed heavily, "Here we come."

Cheng Xiucai's family is very kind to her family. Given Miss Zhu's relationship with the county government, I'm afraid they can't hide it.
Others don't know what disease Cheng Xiucai has, but she does.
The courtyard door opened with a creak, and Zhu Yu hurriedly rushed towards the main room with Mrs. Cheng behind her back, "Tuesday sister-in-law, help me, I don't know if she passed out or fell asleep."

Tuesday's sister-in-law glanced at the two people standing silently behind, greeted Shu Yingtong hastily, and then followed Zhu Yu's footsteps.

Shu Yingtong fastened the courtyard door, looked around the surrounding environment, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air seemed to get into his nose, frowning and walked towards the main house.

"Hold on." Zhu Yu squatted down and put Mrs. Cheng on the chair in the main room, raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her brow, and looked anxiously at Shu Yingtong who came in hurriedly.

"Zhu Yu wakes her up by pinching someone, please go and boil a pot of hot water on Tuesday." Shu Yingtong ordered in a deep voice, picked up the square wooden box and put it on the table.

"Hey, let's burn it now." Zhou Zhou's sister-in-law saw the medicine box and left immediately.

The lid of the medicine box was lifted, Shu Yingtong quickly unpacked the pills and capsules, and silently handed over a bowl beside her.

Jing Yunyan saw her take out something beyond his understanding, but raised his eyebrows a little and didn't make a sound.

Most of the things in this box are his medical practice. There are many porcelain vases and jars in it. The extra ones were probably put in when she returned to the room for a while.

"Girl, she's awake."

Shu Yingtong turned her head and glanced at Mrs. Cheng who opened her eyes and was in a bad mood, "Feed her the medicine and water on the table."

"Miss Shu, save Dun'er and my husband."

"understood."

She carried the medicine box and went straight to the room on the left side of the main room. When she opened the door, it was dark, the air was dull, and there were two breathing sounds, one light and one heavy.

Huozhezi lit up, Shu Yingtong went to the window and opened it to the maximum, and the oil lamp on the table was also lit by Jing Yunyan.

"Tongtong, open the window to see the wind." He hesitated to speak, and when he saw Shu Yingtong hung up the mosquito net and directly lifted the quilt and threw it on the ground, he didn't know what to say.

Shu Yingtong didn't have time to explain the differences between traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine in treating patients with fever, "You come to give Cheng Xiucai the injection, and I'll deal with the small one first."

She picked up Dun'er, whose eyes were closed and her face was flushed, and she felt hot through the clothes. There was no sweat on her head or body, and her breathing was heavy and urgent.

If you continue to cover it, the child will definitely have a febrile convulsion, and it is possible to burn stupid.

She put Dun'er on the table, quickly tore off his coat, turned over and stuffed him with a faster-acting antipyretic suppository.

After finishing these, I went to the washbasin stand in the corner, filled the empty wooden basin with spiritual spring water to wash hands and disinfected, returned to the table and took a piece of oiled paper from the medicine box, mixed several medicines according to the dosage, folded the oiled paper in half, and grabbed a cup Grind into powder.

Taking a casual glance at the bed, Cheng Xiucai was already in a coma and unconscious state, her face was covered with dense red herpes, and some of them had already begun to suppurate.

The two arms and abdomen are not so dense, but they still look serious.

Jing Yunyan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, twisting the silver needles one by one to pierce Cheng Xiucai's various acupuncture points, without a trace of fluctuating emotion on his face.

Shu Yingtong suddenly admired him a little, and sincerely felt that he was like a living target back then, and the wounds all over his body were more acceptable than this dense rash.

On Tuesday, my sister-in-law came in with a large teapot and a wooden bucket. Seeing that the two were busy working in an orderly manner, their lips twitched a few times, and they stopped thinking about what to say.

Shu Yingtong glanced at her face lightly, "Have you ever had smallpox?"

The pimple marks obviously asked casually, and seeing Zhou Yi's sister-in-law's movement to put the teapot trembled, she was sure.

"I..." sister-in-law murmured for a while on Tuesday, then lowered her head, "I can't help but rely on me and my man to work in the city at home."

People who found out that they had smallpox had to report it to the yamen immediately, but she and Cheng Xiucai lived in the same courtyard, if they rushed to the outside of the city to build a shed to seal it off, they would probably come back dead.
Even if it has been heard that people who have smallpox will not contract it again, but who can guarantee that they will not starve to death?
"Okay, you go out first." Shu Yingtong waved his hand, a little powerless against this selfish and human attitude.

There is nothing to blame, not her problem, but the way the court handled the plague.

On Tuesday, sister-in-law's eyes were red, and she glanced at Dun'er, feeling pain in her heart, "I'm just outside, just call me if you need anything."

Dun'er is such a sinful kid, he is usually good and sensible, who would have thought that God would torture him like this when he saw that he had finally gotten better.
She had smallpox when she was 12 years old, and she was really scared just thinking about those days.

The whole village was sealed off, and people were taken to be burned every day, including her family members.

There were only two medical officers and two drug boys in one village, three of them died of the disease, and the remaining one ran away overnight, refusing to stay in the village no matter what.

Even the officers and soldiers refused to approach them any more, and only held their spears outside the fence, ready to stab anyone who dared to run out at any time.

They hung the corpse from a tree, with the intestines hanging out of the stomach and swinging in the wind.

Gradually, no one dared to run outside, and stayed in the village waiting to die.

She and her brother didn't want to die, so they dragged the sick body out of the baskets of medicinal materials left by the medical officer. They didn't know how much they grabbed.

Many people who were not so sick saw their brothers and sisters doing this and joined in.

Some people in the village who were not infected with the disease laughed that they were dying and still struggling.

Who would have thought that the most hated widow in the village would stand up and take the lead in cutting down all the trees in the village, including those with hanging corpses.

Just let people pluck the leaves, peel the bark, and saw the trunk.

A large pot was set up at the door of the house to cook leaves, bark and sawdust.

These alone are not enough to mobilize people to do things.

But she can scoop out a scoop of grain every day and pour it into the cauldron.

She said that many men in the village helped her raise their sons, and they paid back what they owed to those wives.

(End of this chapter)