Hello, 1983

This time, Liu Shikui and Lin Zhi were startled, and Lin Zhi hurriedly snorted, Sifeng'er, you can't talk nonsense.

She didn't understand the little fourth child sticking out her tongue. She just heard from some grandparents in the village, who secretly offered to protect Jiaxian and the like.

In the past few years, the four olds were broken, and these were all within the scope of the attack. In the past two years, they have raised their heads a little bit, and even the dancing gods have begun to emerge again.

Qingshan, Baojiaxian, what kind of immortal, doesn't it seem to be on the list of gods?

Gangzi didn't know what Bao Jiaxian was, so he asked the question in his heart.

Liu Qingshan briefly explained to him that Bao Jiaxian, like Dancing God, has some shaman roots.

Shamans believe that all things have animism, so animals like foxes and weasels that seem to be more spiritual have gradually become objects of worship and are worshipped in the folk.

Because of the good wishes of Baojia to live in a safe house, it is called Baojiaxian, and it is usually offered in the warehouse.

A few people were talking when they heard the beam of a flashlight coming from the other side of the street, accompanied by the sound of Zhang Pang arguing about the fire:

Qingshan, are you at home, go to the pig farm and see!

Liu Qingshan's heart throbbed, and he quickly told his family to go to bed first, and he hurried out the door.

Brother Fei and Gang Zi also wanted to follow, but he drove them back.

When Zhang Pangzi shouted just now, many villagers were disturbed.

Zhang Pangzi was surrounded by the crowd, and gestured in the vernacular: Yesterday morning, when I was cleaning up the pig manure, I found that there was thin manure, so I told the captain's sister-in-law.

She said it's okay, just feed two pills, I don't care.

Everyone was in a hurry when they heard it. The old secretary was pulling his shoes. Before he could mention it, he simply pulled one down, jumped on one foot, and pulled the sole of the shoe on the back of Zhang's head:

Don't talk about those useless, pick the dry goods and say!

After being beaten by the second uncle, Zhang Ganzi was so bitter that he couldn't tell: I don't have to do it. When I clean up the pig manure tonight, it will be all watery!

What, it's all sloppy?

Everyone's expressions changed greatly, and the old party secretary slapped the sole of his shoe again: You bastard, why didn't you say Nirvana earlier!

Zhang Ganzi's face was full of injustice: It's the captain's sister-in-law who said that it's not a big deal, just feed a few tablets of oxytetracycline, I just took a look around and found that many piglets stopped eating, lying there and groaning, I just came back to report!

At that time, the medical conditions in the rural areas were quite settled, such as pain relievers, oxytetracycline, and tetracycline, which were all magic medicines at that time.

Especially tetracycline, this thing is easy to use, it is easy to use, but it hurts the teeth. Many people who came from that era have tetracycline teeth.

Pretty big girl, she opened her mouth with black tetracycline teeth, and she lost her teeth early, which is really embarrassing.

Seeing that the old party secretary had to take the soles of his shoes to continue pumping, Liu Qingshan hurried forward: Grandpa party secretary, don't blame Uncle Pole, let's go to the pig farm first.

The most worrying thing has happened. If you are engaged in the breeding industry, you are afraid that the livestock will get sick. This kind of intensive breeding may even end up in nests.

Or how to say it: the family is rich, and the hair is not counted.

In fact, Zhang Ganzi is already a good person. He still thinks about it at night. He knows how to go to the pig house and report back to the village.

If we delay another night tonight, how many dead piglets will be thrown tomorrow?

Seeing that the villagers were all following, the old party secretary shouted and went back, and only brought a few people who were usually smart and able to come up with ideas, and hurried to the pig farm together.

Captain Zhang was naturally the first among them. He entered the gate of the pig farm and saw his wife was wiping tears, so he slapped him when he went up:

You bastards, why didn't you tell me earlier if there was a situation!

The boss next to him quickly hugged Captain Zhang: Don't worry,

Look at the pig first!

The captain's aunt has long been distracted, and the only thing left is to say: The old sow in our family was too thin before, just feed two tablets of oxytetracycline.

Still unprofessional, Liu Qingshan shook his head secretly, but in large-scale farming, everyone is trying to cross the river by feeling the stones.

So he comforted him: Auntie, don't worry, we will treat you if you are sick.

If the piglets are dead, how can I live!

The captain and aunt clapped her hands on her thighs and wept loudly. She knew that this pig farm was built with loans and pinned the hopes of the whole village in Jiapigou.

There is something wrong, she is ashamed of the trust of everyone, even if she jumps into a river, she can't wash away the guilt in her heart.

Don't cry, it's the real thing to try to cure the piglet!

Captain Zhang roared again, and everyone hurried to the pig house.

There are electric lights in the pig house, 25-watt incandescent light bulbs, which are usually reluctant to use in the villagers' homes.

A group of people entered the shed, and the pungent smell made people a little breathless.

I looked into the pig house with my probe, and it was full of half-sized pigs that were more than two feet long.

The nose is also dry, the ears are curled, and the small tail that is usually curled will droop behind him, and there are still pieces of thin excrement on it.

Everyone can't help but suck the air-conditioning, it really hurts.

Such a big piglet is almost like a child. He usually looks at him alive and kicks.

I'll go to the commune because of the black and see if I can invite the veterinarians from the veterinary station.

Da Zhangluo's mind was still sober, and he was the first to react.

The old party secretary nodded: That's the only way to go, a dead horse should be a living horse doctor.

In fact, everyone understands in their hearts: it's nine o'clock in the evening, and the veterinarian is invited, and it's almost dawn.

Whether it can be cured or not, these hundreds of little pigs may not have so many medicines at the veterinary station.

Then I'll go back to set the car!

The owner of the car is also eager to make preparations.

I'm afraid it's too late.

Liu Qingshan has frowned and thought for a while, and finally made up his mind: Uncle Zhang Luo, Uncle Boss, you go to the veterinarian first. It's best to take two sick piglets and diagnose them there.

After speaking, he turned to the old party secretary: Grandpa party secretary and uncle captain, we can't stand firm at home, I know a way to treat piglet gastroenteritis, anyway, it's like this, let's try it first, dead pigs become live pig doctors.

Then act separately. Boss and Da Zhangluo, be careful on your way.

The old party secretary first told the two of them, and then turned to Liu Qingshan: Qingshan, what do you say, we all believe in you!

In a word, Liu Qingshan felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, but at this time, he would not back down.

Now we lack medicine and medicine, so we can only try it with herbal medicine.

The old party secretary nodded again: A few years ago, big animals such as cattle and horses were sick, and they were all treated with herbal medicine, which is similar to the treatment of people.

This is really the case, especially in the first years of liberation, many veterinarians prescribed herbal medicines, that is, the dosage is much larger than what people take.

Liu Qingshan continued: I only need two herbs for this recipe, one is the old roots of the mother-in-law, and now I will send some people to dig on the Dianzi.

Dandelions are all over the place, as long as you use a flashlight, you can definitely dig them up.

This month, the night is a little bit freezing, and a layer of ground is frozen, which can be fully digged.

The captain's aunt wiped her eyes: I'll lead the women in the village.

She had a strong temperament, and she was thinking of taking guilt and making meritorious deeds. She turned around and ran away without a trace.

The guys didn't stop it. Of course, women are the most suitable for this job. They continued to listen to Liu Qingshan say: There is still a herbal medicine, which is Guan Huangbai.

What is Guan Huangbai, haven't you heard of it?

Captain Zhang is also anxious. If he can't find the medicinal materials, he will still be blind.

It's the bark of the yellow linden tree. It's the best thing to treat dysentery.

Liu Qingshan also explained that it was the best to use Huanglian, but in the middle of the night, where can I find so many Huanglian.

This recipe is what he heard from a professional pig farmer in his later generations, and he doesn't know if it really works or if they are just bragging.

But in this case, it can only be tried.

You said the yellow glass tree, then there is such a tree in the grove outside our village. Just cut one down and come back and peel the bark!

Captain Zhang shouted and was about to go home to get the big saw.

The locals call it Bai, and they call the yellow linden tree the yellow glass tree.

Liu Qingshan knew that this would be the case, and quickly stopped him: Don't cut it down, the tree is precious, and we can pluck some bark from the branches.

What a joke, this kind of tree will be a national first-class protected tree species in the future. Although the Plant Protection Law has not been promulgated yet, Liu Qingshan can't be blind.

Captain Zhang agreed and went back to the village to find someone.

The remaining Liu Qingshan and the old party secretary, on the pig farm side, asked Zhang Ganzi to boil a large pot of boiling water and prepare it first.

Before ten o'clock, people picked up the herbs one after another, cleaned them up briefly, threw them into the pot and cooked them.

The ratio of Guan Huangbai and dandelion is one to two. After boiling, the steam is steaming, and the steam is filled with a bitter taste.

After cooking for another half an hour, at about half past ten, the black and sticky medicinal soup was poured into large pots.

Someone next to him was stirring tightly with a wooden stick, and quickly let it cool.

After drying to half temperature, the time is 10:40, UU reading www.uukanshu. com started dosing the piglets.

There were more than 100 people in groups of two, one person was responsible for prying open the pig's mouth, and the other person poured half two large bowls of medicinal soup into the piglet's mouth.

Some of the piglets were dying, so it was easier to feed them; most of them still had the strength to toss, thinking they were going to be stabbed, and screamed and struggled desperately, so that everyone was covered in filth.

But at this time, no one would care about this, as long as they could be rescued, even if they asked everyone to build a floor in the pigsty, they would be willing to do so.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the medicine was finished, and the rest was anxious waiting.

Liu Qingshan told everyone to go home to rest and listen to the news the next day, but no one listened to him at all.

Even if it was ordered by the old party secretary and Captain Zhang, it still wouldn't work.

In the eager anticipation of everyone, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, some piglets had already started to get up from the ground. Although their hooves were still a little staggered and their legs were a little weak, they were obviously in good spirits.

This... is it rescued?

Everyone's face showed joy, and the tense face just now also showed some smiles.

The piglet got better, but someone had trouble. I saw Zhang Ganzi screamed bad, and ran to the toilet with his stomach in his arms.

After tossing for most of the night, I was anxious to get angry and take out the air-conditioning, and this guy also started to have a stomachache.

When he staggered out of the thatched building, Marshal Zhang handed over a bowl of dark soup: Pole, do it!

Isn't this just boiled to feed the pigs?

Zhang Ganzi looked confused.

Zhang Dashuai laughed loudly: It works if the pigs drink it, but it's better for people to drink it!

Zhang Ganzi was ruthless, took the two big bowls, closed his eyes, clucked, and drank it in one breath.

Bitter wow!