Jiang Zhi turned around and said to Xu Genqing and Lianhua who were at a loss: "You just pack some clothes and build a bunk in the warehouse tonight. We will move them back after the shack is turned over."
When Xu Genqing heard that he could live in a warehouse for a few days, his heart suddenly settled, and he responded repeatedly: "Okay, I will listen to my aunt!"
Jiang Zhi stopped the foot he had just raised, glanced at Qin next to him, and said seriously: "Genqing, I hope you will still treat me as the village chief, not your aunt, and live in a good manner in the warehouse, and don't think about your own family. Be easy to talk to and don’t treat yourself as an outsider.”
Xu Genqing said yes.
But the thought that Qin had just had suddenly disappeared.
Watching Jiang Zhi's retreating figure, she couldn't help but dance and curse behind her silently: Why are you pretending to be a big shot!
There were still several families living under the barn that night, but Jiang Zhi personally inspected and approved them.
Seeing several families carrying straw mats and quilts, Li Laoshi held his head high and akimbo, and said seriously: "The village chief said you can stay here for a few days. But you must obey my management. This is a big warehouse area, and you are not allowed to live here. Make a fire."
Everyone knew that the warehouse he talked about was actually empty, with only a few baskets of herbs.
But being able to move in was already a favor from Aunt Jiang, and they didn't want to offend a villain like Li Laoshi, so they allowed him to show off his power.
Xiaoman, Errui and Jiangzhi didn't go home that night.
Under Jiang Zhi's supervision, all the young men and women in the village who had settled down at home took time to work at night in their free time, so as not to interfere with the daytime work of each family.
A torch was lit, illuminating the ditch beside the village as bright as day.
Dozens of people gathered next to the dams that had collapsed due to the heavy rain, and there was a huge buzz.
During the day, Tian Gui and others have prepared a repair plan and completed part of the infrastructure.
At this time, the advantage of large numbers of people comes into play.
They were divided into groups, and baskets of soil were either carried or carried, and passed over like a flowing stream.
I have worked together to break corns before, and now I have experience working with them. Anyway, there is someone who directs, and everyone else follows the arrangements.
Everyone was busy until the moon reached the zenith, repairing the foundations of three collapsed weirs and a weir pond to meet the water storage function.
All that remains is to increase the height of the weir, which can be done at a later date.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, no one complained about staying up late to work.
When farming, water is the lifeblood of farmers. Fights are common in order to grab more water.
Just after the heavy rain, although there is water in the fields and the ground is moist, it only takes three or five days of sunshine to irrigate the ground again.
If the dam cannot be repaired as soon as possible, the whole village will soon be in trouble of water shortage.
By then, it was another disaster.
The people who built the weir were full of joy and worked harder and harder, but there was a different scene in the warehouse.
Among the people who moved to the warehouse, in addition to Qin who was unhappy, there was also Xu Changming who was pretending to be dead.
He really didn't want to live here, but he couldn't help himself.
Because the shack collapsed on a rainy night yesterday, Xu Changming was unwilling to bear Jiang's affection, so he only stayed on the edge of the drying shed, not even willing to drink the prepared ginger soup.
He was busy building a shack during the day, and he felt very tired, so he was going to the warehouse to pretend to be dead and take a rest.
At first, he only felt a heavy head and body pain, and was dizzy. But gradually, Xu Changming felt as if he was being fried on an iron plate. He had a splitting headache and couldn't even open his eyes.
He wants to call someone!
But at this time, everyone who could work had gone out to work at night, and there were only a few elderly women with their children left in the warehouse.
There was no one around Xu Changming. He lay alone on the floor in the drying shed and groaned.
Li Laoshi strolled over and said sarcastically: "Mr. Xu, are you lying too comfortable and singing?"
Xu Changming didn't want to speak, but he had a painful headache, so he could only whisper: "Bring me a bowl of water!"
Li Laoshi raised his eyebrows, made an inverted figure, and said with a grin: "The old man must be asleep, who are you calling?"
Xu Changming fell silent.
Li Laoshi curled his lips, turned around and walked away, muttering as he walked: "Grandpa Li, you can't be manipulated by just anyone, and I don't care what your qualifications are!"
But soon Xu Changming started to groan again, and someone went over to check: "Master Changming, are you sick?"
Xu Changming coughed twice.
"Sick? Who is sick? Let me see!"
Li Laoshi, who was sitting idle with his legs crossed to enjoy the coolness, instantly jumped up.
He rushed to Xu Changming's side in a few steps, reached out and touched his forehead. Sure enough, it was boiling hot. He immediately exclaimed: "Oh, old man Xu, your forehead can fry an egg! It's just that there is no oil, so it is dry."
At this time, all the people resting under the pergola gathered around, and a woman said in panic: "Oh, Mr. Changming has a fever. It's dark and the roads are slippery today. We have to find a doctor quickly. It will be terrible if we are late."
Xu Changming is almost sixty years old, which is considered old in this era. He usually looks tough, but when he gets sick, it is a serious matter.
However, Li Laoshi looked solemn and said calmly: "What are you afraid of? It's just a little cold and fever. It's useless for you to call his family members. They are not doctors.
Did you see it? There are a lot of herbs here, just eat them as you like! "
It is said that the more you study medicine, the less timid you become: "In the first three years of study, you will be able to treat all diseases. After another three years of study, you will be able to treat all diseases."
There is another saying from a Taoist monk that is also very vivid. You can borrow it:
After practicing for three years, he started talking nonsense.
Study for another three years and don’t dare to speak nonsense.
He studied for another three years and became taciturn.
Three more years, no need to say more.
Three more years passed in silence.
In another three years, nothing can be said.
Jiang Zhi is well aware of the complexity of medicine. The more she sees, the more she doubts herself. She will never give people random medicine.
Nowadays, Li Laoshi only knows a few kinds of medicine as a layman, and he talks about treating people's diseases without any shame.
Because Mr. Li is a bragging hotshot in the village, and with just a few words, no one really doubts him.
So, I used all the medicines in the warehouse: Prunella vulgaris, Prunella vulgaris, perilla, mint, nepeta, kudzu root, loach string, yellow wattle root, Houttuynia cordata, calamus...
Various herbs were put into the casserole. It was so full that even the lid of the pot could hardly be closed. Those who didn't know the posture thought they were frying beef medicine.
After boiling, the fire was reduced to simmer and simmered for another half-quarter of an hour. Li Laoshi filled a large bowl, let it cool slightly, and poured it into Xu Changming's mouth while it was still hot.
When an acute illness is met with strong medicine, the effect comes very quickly.
The decoction had just been taken down, and Xu Changming's skin was like a leaky sieve, and a bowl of water seeped out in the blink of an eye.
Big beads of sweat popped out from Xu Changming's forehead and vest, wetting his hair and clothes, and his whole body was steaming.
The high fever will decrease with profuse sweating, and the symptoms of headache and tightness will also disappear.
Xu Changming felt that his whole body had just come back to life from the dire straits, and he took a long breath: "It's so comfortable!"
Li Laoshi clapped his hands and laughed: "Old man Xu, I, Li Laoshi, saved your life, how should you thank me!"
