While talking, several children came over with torches, one of them was quite thin, about the same age as Lei Chen, with dry and sallow skin. He greeted Wang Fang respectfully, and climbed up without support, nimbly like a little monkey.
"This is Mi Liang. Don't look short. She is seven years old this year and just entered the first grade of elementary school. If you don't have enough to eat, the children will not grow tall..." Wang Fang seemed to feel that it was useless to say these things, so she fell silent.
Qu Jing was also silent. After a while, he patted Lei Chen on the head and said jokingly, "Look, Xiao Chen, how capable he is, you still need brother Xiaoyu to carry it!"
Lei Chen's eyes were wide open, watching the children slithering up one by one, and then being stimulated by Grandpa Qu, they immediately writhed and wanted to go down. Han Zhuoyu was also flustered with embarrassment, he never knew that he was so useless, not even a child of seven or eight years old.
"Hey, be careful, don't be brave!" Seeing the two children trying to go up, Wang Fang quickly reached out to help them.
The stone was very slippery, but Qu Jing and Wang Fang were pushing it underneath, and a few children were helping to pull it up. The two of them finally went up, rubbing a lot of mud on their knees and elbows, looking very embarrassed.
Host, I didn't realize until today that I haven't trained you enough. 9527 is ashamed.
Han Zhuoyu was even more ashamed.
On the next road, Lei Chen didn't have to recite anything, the two of them joined hands, and after walking for two hours, they finally arrived at Tongyuan Township Primary School. It is said to be an elementary school, but in fact it is just two private houses with a concrete open space in the middle, forming an 'I' shape. A flagpole stands in the middle of the clearing, with a bright red national flag flying from the top.
"This is our school, and the conditions are relatively simple." Wang Fang took a breath and unloaded the heavy back basket. Han Zhuoyu put the snakeskin bag on the ground and looked around.
"Relatively simple" is just a euphemism. In fact, the two private houses are dilapidated, the glass windows are basically broken, and the two floors are pasted with yellowed old newspapers. The wind blows and rattles. There are only four classrooms after counting, but they have to accommodate more than 200 people, and children of different grades have to be crowded in one classroom. There is really no room for the teacher's office, so the original pigsty can only be transformed into a shed. Although there is no peculiar smell for a long time, it still feels strange to see the food trough placed in the corner.
Qu Jing knew that the life of the people in the mountainous area was hard, but he didn't know how hard it was.
When the children were in their morning self-study, he took Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen to look outside for a while, and his eyes were wet.
The desks in the classroom are very old, and some of the legs and feet are of different lengths, and the bottoms are covered with stones. The first grade and the sixth grade are in class together, and each is divided into two groups. Sixth graders do their homework quietly while the teacher is teaching first grade, and vice versa. There is a chalk box on the podium, which is full of chalk that is only a few centimeters long, and there are even one or two pieces of mud. The pencils in the children's hands were too much to use and they were willing to throw them away. The front and back of the exercise book were full of words, and some of them were written on the yellow cover.
This is simply another world.
At noon, a teacher rang the cow bell hanging under the eaves, and the children left the classroom one after another, picked up the firewood piled up on the edge of the open space, and found stones to build a stove for cooking.
"Do you want to see what they have for lunch?" Wang Fang asked. Hearing that the two children have to have meat, eggs and fresh vegetables for every meal, she can only lament that different people have different fates.
Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen nodded silently.
Qu Jing is squatting beside Mi Liang to help build the stove. Seeing the little child neatly lighting a fire with a flint and setting up a pot to cook, his expression was very complicated. It is said that the children of the poor are in charge of the family early, which is true.
A small handful of rice was cooked in half an hour. Mi Liang lifted the lid of the pot, took out a small bottle from his schoolbag, drove some sour peppers into it and stirred it, and finally poured the bright red rice into a bowl, eating with relish.
Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen swallowed hard. Just looking at it makes me feel so spicy!
Looking around again, most of the children are like this, and some only bring the leftover overnight meal at home, soak it in boiling water and eat it.
"Tongyuan Township is located in a remote area, lacks supplies, and has a humid climate, so people here not only like spicy food, but also like to make all kinds of fresh vegetables into jar dishes for easy preservation. They are only willing to eat it during the Chinese New Year." Wang Fang pointed to the small bottle in Mi Liang's hand, "They can eat a bottle of sour pepper like this for several months, not because they like it, but because they have nothing else to eat."
Han Zhuoyu frowned, feeling panicked.
Lei Chen's expression was also very serious.
At this moment, two teachers came out carrying a large pot and shouted, "The broth is ready, hurry up and line up."
The children burst into loud cheers and ran over.
More than 200 students and dozens of catties of meat are not enough. The teachers can only chop up the meat, add cabbage, winter melon, and tomatoes to make soup, and serve a bowl for each person.
The appearance of the soup is not good, but there is thick oil foam floating on it, with a strong meaty taste and rich nutrition. The children smacked their lips after taking a sip, with expressions of enjoyment. A broth like this they can only have once a month.
Ding~ Collected 487 points of positive energy!
Despite living such a difficult life, Han Zhuoyu and 9527 were full of mixed feelings because of a bowl of not-so-delicious broth that burst out with such a huge amount of positive energy.
"Drink a bowl, too, and have some food by the way." Wang Fang brought broth to the two children, and each made a bowl of rice. Qu Jing asked a certain teacher for a bottle of sour chili, and he rushed it into the children's bowls without any explanation, and said sternly, "You must finish it."
Without the slightest hesitation, the two picked up the chopsticks and ate while crying, without crying out.
Wang Fang was surprised, the two children were completely different from what she had imagined, they were so good!
After eating, a teacher brought out a big steaming clay pot and shouted, "Sick children hurry up and drink the medicine, it won't work if it's cold."
Several children ran over.
Hearing the word 'illness', Qu Jing walked over to look in the pot, "What kind of medicine is this?"
"The western medicine in the school is all used up, so we can only wait for Teacher Wang to ask the base station to buy it next week. This is the boiled Radix Banlangen, which is not a good medicine." The teacher waved his hand and said.
"Isatidis is not good for people who already have a cold." Qu Jing shook his head and grabbed the wrist of one of the children. He first learned Chinese medicine, and he has not lost his skill in reading, hearing and asking.
"This is the new military doctor at our station, let him show the children." Wang Fang explained to her colleagues.
"Hey~ That's a good relationship." Several colleagues were overjoyed. Even food is scarce here, let alone medicines. Children can only suffer from illnesses, and only get some herbs to eat when they are seriously ill. Common colds often take a month and a half to recover.
Qu Jing briefly looked at the child's tongue coating, asked some questions, and looked sideways at Han Zhuoyu, "Headache, no sweat, limb pain, heavy nasal congestion, runny nose, cough, white and thin phlegm, no thirst, white tongue coating, this What are the symptoms?"
"Fever-cold cold." The boy said as he walked up to hold the child's other wrist, and nodded affirmatively after a few minutes, "It's not serious, just drink some onion and ginger water."
"Very good." Qu Jing laughed. This child has an unparalleled brain, able to absorb all kinds of complicated knowledge endlessly, and master it well, draw inferences from one instance, and have a photographic memory. It is really a good material for studying medicine.
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"You should get traditional Chinese medicine here, right?" Qu Jing looked at Wang Fang.
"The people here generally know a few traditional Chinese medicines, and they often go up the mountain to pick them and dry them for later use. If you ask each family, you should be able to get them together. There are definitely not any expensive ones."
"Not expensive, they are all the most common medicinal herbs." Qu Jing shook his head, felt the pulse of the remaining children, and found that they all had the same symptom, but in different degrees, so he pointed to the mildest child among them and said, "He doesn't need to take it." The medicine is ready, later you find a piece of fresh ginger and chop it up, mix it with scallion and boil water for him to drink, it won't take long for him to heal."
"Remember this child's prescription and take it back to his parents." Qu Jing pointed to one of the children and said a long list of drug names, "Fangfeng 6 grams, Nepeta 10 grams, Angelica dahurica 12 grams, Platycodon grandiflorum 12 grams... "
The teacher quickly found a pen and paper to record.
The prescriptions for all the children were similar, with slight increases or decreases in dosage. After seeing the doctor, it was almost time for lunch break. Wang Fang went to the corridor and rang the bell, and the children ran to the classroom happily.
Mi Liang stood not far away without moving, looking at Qu Jing eagerly.
"Little friend, what do you want?" Qu Jing walked over and patted him on the head.
"Are you a doctor?" Mi Liang asked curiously.
"Yes, are you sick?" Qu Jing carefully looked at his complexion and found that he was just a little malnourished.
Mi Liang shook his head, "I'm not sick, but my grandparents are sick, can you take a look at them?" Tongyuan Township Medical Station originally had a doctor, but he thought the conditions here were difficult, so he found a way to transfer him away. It is very inconvenient to take a car for several hours to go to the county seat.
"Of course." Qu Jing nodded.
"Then, how much does it cost?" Mi Liang muttered, his cheeks flushed. If there is too much money, he will look down on it.
"No money." Qu Jing smiled and waved his hands.
"Thank you, doctor! Then, let's go together after I finish school!" Mi Liang showed a cheerful expression, and hurriedly ran to the classroom.
"Look, it's not easy for the children here. They have to walk for several hours to go to school. They only eat two meals a day, and they can't eat meat. They have to suffer when they get sick. But even so, they insist on coming to school every day. Be happy and happy." Qu Jing sighed sincerely.
Han Zhuoyu showed a shameful expression. Now that I think about it, the troubles I encountered when I was young were not troubles at all, so how did I get to the point of closing myself off? It really is too weak!
Although Lei Chen was a little ignorant, he remembered the strong and optimistic appearance of these children in his heart.
"Compared to them, you are living in paradise. So you have to work harder. Well, go sit on the lawn over there before school is over."
The three sat on the lawn, basking in the sun while waiting for the rice to light up.
Lei Chen fiddled with the little abacus, Han Zhuoyu took out a book to read, and asked Qu Jing if he didn't understand.
Time is slowly passing.