The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 65 Medicated Wine is Effective
"Come, come, you siblings, come and have some cold rice cakes."

Aunt Luo stood on the edge of the field and called out, "I brought it to you. I just made it, and it's delicious."

"Aunt Luo, what is lianggao?"

Is it also a pastry?
Chun'an ran so fast, that's great! I was just thinking about eating the pastries my older sister made, and Aunt Luo made them for me.

"It's just rice porridge." Aunt Luo scooped out a bowl and poured some of the brown sugar water that Luo Xiaogang was holding into it, then handed it to him: "Eat it and see if you like it."

"So sweet, so fragrant, I love it."

Chun'an was overjoyed: "Thank you, Aunt Luo."

"No need to thank me, come on, Chun Ning, you guys should have some too."

"it is good."

Chun Ning and the others were also eating this kind of pastry called Liang Gao for the first time.

"Aunt Luo, how did you make it? I want my older sister to make it too. My older sister makes such delicious pastries."

"Yes, yes, I've also tried the pastries your older sister makes," Aunt Luo said with a smile. "This is just rice that's soaked until it swells, ground into a paste with a millstone, cooked with lye water, and then kept chilled in a water vat. When you eat it, you just add some brown sugar water. It's very simple. Mine can't compare to what your older sister makes."

It does sound very simple; I think my older sister should be able to do it.

"You kids want to dig up this field to plant sweet potatoes in the fall? It'll probably take you ten days or half a month to finish," Aunt Luo said. "When your Uncle Luo comes back, he'll help you dig for an hour."

"Uncle Luo's feet hurt, we can't let him help us."

Chun Ning remembers this.

"Speaking of this, I have to thank your sister." Aunt Luo said happily, "The medicinal wine your sister gave me that day, I took it home and applied it to your Uncle Luo, and it really worked. That's why he went to pull the boat again today."

"Didn't my sister say that Uncle Luo should rest more? Why did he go again when he was just getting a little better?"

"Your Uncle Luo is just a restless person. He says he'll do whatever he can manage." Aunt Luo said, "The medicinal wine your sister gave you is really effective. Go back and ask your sister if she can sell some to us. Nine out of ten of his brothers who pull the boat have this disease. Some of the old boatmen can't even walk anymore."

"Okay, I'll go back and ask my sister."

Chunnuan nodded when she learned that her younger siblings had gone back to cut rice stubble and dig soil to prepare for planting sweet potatoes in the fall.

Aunt Luo had told her about this, saying that the soil in that sandy field wasn't fertile, but it could still be used as soil.

After harvesting the rice, the water is drained, and then the rice stubble is cut and dug up to plant sweet potatoes in autumn. In early October, after digging up the sweet potatoes, wheat and rapeseed can be planted. In short, as long as the fertilizer is sufficient, the soil does not need to be left idle.

She's been so busy making pastries these past few days that she hasn't had time to tend to the fields.

I never expected Chun Ning to bring her younger siblings along.

It was tough on them; their faces were all sunburned bright red.

"Sister, I want to eat cold rice cake."

Chun'an ate a bowl of cold rice cake made by Aunt Luo and still missed it. Whenever he saw Chunnuan, he would call out to her.

"Lianggao?"

Chunnuan was stunned for a moment; she was certain she had never made this kind of pastry before.

"Aunt Luo knows how to make it..." Chun'an quickly explained the process of making Lianggao (a type of cold rice cake) that Aunt Luo had taught her.

"Okay, I'll ask Aunt Luo later and make it for you then."

"You greedy glutton!" Mrs. Huang was both amused and annoyed to hear her son talking about what he wanted to eat again. "Your older brother and sister are working, and all you can think about is eating?"

"Third Aunt, Chun'an also worked hard. She made quite a few trips today. She must be tired," Chun Ning said. "And Chun Yan and Chun Shu, they've been cutting rice stubble all day. Their hands are covered in blisters."

"Let me see." Chunnuan immediately wanted to see when she heard that her younger sisters' hands had blisters.

"Sister, it's alright, it's alright."

The blood blisters were quite painful and looked scary, but they didn't intend to let their older sister know, nor did their brother Ning. Why did they tell her?

"Let me take a look. You need to apply medicine if necessary." Chunyan had three blood blisters on her right hand, one of which was completely blistered.

Chun Shu also developed two blood blisters on her right hand.

“Shatian no longer grows autumn sweet potatoes.” Chunnuan’s nose tingled with emotion: “Growing autumn sweet potatoes doesn’t earn much money, and my sister can earn money to support her family.”

With the profits from the teahouse partnership between Master Zhang and Zhao Minghua, supporting their family should be no problem.

“But our family can’t rely on you all by yourself. If we grow grain and vegetables in the fields, we won’t have to spend money to buy them and we can save some money.” Chunyan said, “It’s okay, sister. We’re just sitting around anyway. By the way, Aunt Luo said she’d ask Uncle Luo to help us dig.”

"Uncle Luo's legs are bad, don't let him do any work."

“That’s what we said, Aunt Luo said…” Chun Ning remembered: “Sister, Aunt Luo asked if you still had the medicinal wine you made, and if you could sell some to them, saying that many of the boatmen’s legs hurt, and some couldn’t even walk.”

"Is it effective?"

"Yes, it's working. Uncle Luo has gone back to pulling the boat again."

"This Uncle Luo..."

She went to the toilet again before she was even fully recovered. No way, I have to talk to Aunt Luo tomorrow.

Chunnuan had some medicinal wine, but not much—only about a pound in total. After giving some to Aunt Luo, there wasn't much left.

Since they want it, let's sell it to them at a lower price.

We were all poor people, and the rule passed down from our ancestors was not to cheat the poor. My great-grandfather and grandfather often did not charge for medical consultations or medicine when helping the poor.

Of course, things are different now; the Xiao family can no longer do this good deed.

We can make sure they can afford to apply the medicated wine.

The next day, Chunnuan put all the medicinal wine into a small earthenware jar and took it to Aunt Luo.

Just then, I saw Uncle Luo.

"Spring is here!" Uncle Luo called into the house, "Mother, spring is here!"

"Coming, coming!" Aunt Luo rushed out of the house. "Chunnuan, why are you in the village so early?"

"Is Uncle Luo going out to work?"

"Yes, there are many ships these days, let's go early."

"Uncle Luo, let me take your pulse."

"This……"

"Oh dear, Chunnuan already said she'd take your pulse, why don't you hurry up and not waste any time?" Aunt Luo believed in Chunnuan's medical skills.

The man was in so much pain a few days ago that he couldn't help but groan and needed support to walk. After applying the medicinal wine that Chunnuan gave him for two days, he showed obvious improvement and went back to hauling ropes on the fourth day.

Uncle Luo sat down, and Chunnuan took his pulse.

"How is it?" Aunt Luo asked anxiously.

"Uncle Luo, I suggest you rest for half a month before going to do the traction." It's not that you can't do it, but that you should rest for a while: "I'll prescribe some medicine for you, take it for three days; then continue to apply the medicated wine, and you can go to do the traction again after half a month."

"You're going to rest for that long?"

Working every day means earning money; resting means no income.

"Uncle Luo, your health is the most important thing," Chunnuan gestured to Aunt Luo to persuade her.

“Yes, yes, husband, you can’t go. You can rest for half a month. We just harvested the rice; it’s not like we’re starving.” Aunt Luo said, “If something really happens to you, what will we, a widow and her children, do? If you don’t listen to my advice, I’ll take your children and remarry after you die…”

Chunnuan's eyes widened. "Aunt Luo, is it really okay for you to give me this advice?"
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