My village can't be like this

Chapter 415
"The paint has been cut back. When will we start making ink?"

It took so many days to collect so much raw lacquer, wasn't it just for the sake of the ink.

"It's still early. This raw lacquer is not enough to make ink. There are still many things that need to be prepared. Don't worry. I will definitely call you when I do it."

Zhang Yixing smiled and told Zhang An that the skills he possessed would eventually be passed on to Zhang An.

"I heard that when making ink, if you add some spices, the ink will have fragrance in the future, right?"

The ancients often said that the fragrance of ink and the smell of copper are not just a simple metaphor.

In fact, some inks are really fragrant because very expensive spices are added during production.

"It's not just spices. If conditions permit, you can also add gold, but the result will no longer be ink."

You must know that in ancient times, pens, inks, paper and inkstones were not only used as writing tools, but were often used as gifts by many people.

"Some people really added gold to it. I thought it was just talk. It seems that the words of one ounce of gold and one ounce of ink are true. But we can't afford to add this gold. It's okay to add some musk. Anyway, we can get it every year at home. Take a lot of it, and when it's time to make ink, add a little more to it to see if the written words are fragrant."

It’s not that he can’t afford to add gold, it’s just that Zhang An didn’t dare to do so.

Whenever he wants to buy some gold, grind it into gold powder and add it to the ink, Wang Fang will definitely let him know what it means to be unreasonable.

"Why bother? It's better to save treasures like Musk to save lives. It's just ink for writing. There's no need to waste it so much."

Musk is still a priceless treasure even now.

Even some people who don't care about money can't find a place to buy them when they are in urgent need.

Zhang Yixing has saved many people in his life and cherishes these things very much.

The two men were chatting in the yard while filtering the newly cut raw lacquer.

If these raw lacquers are cut and sold, there is definitely no need to filter them.

Not only does it waste time, but it also reduces weight.

Therefore, ordinary paint farmers cut raw paint back, and as long as no obvious impurities can be seen, they will not actively filter it.

After all, the person who collects the paint will not give you a higher price just because your paint has been filtered.

These paints are for Zhang Yixing's own use. Even though they will be mixed with tung oil for ignition, it will not affect the combustion without filtering.

But the raw material needed to make ink is the soot ink produced after mixing raw lacquer and tung oil and burning it.

If there are impurities, it will definitely affect the quality of the ash during the smoke accumulation process, thereby affecting the level of ink formation.

At this moment, Zhao Tiande ran to Zhang An's yard in a hurry.

"Uncle Zhang, you are really here. Please save my grandpa. He was fine and suddenly passed out."

As soon as Zhao Tiande entered the yard and saw Zhang and his party, he rushed over and knelt on the ground.

"You kid, get up quickly and tell me, what happened to your grandpa?"

Although Zhao Tiande left the village to work hard many years ago, Zhang and his party still had an impression of him.

Not just him, there was no child from several nearby villages that Zhang and his party didn't recognize.

Because in the past, when there was no hospital or even a health center in the town, everyone of this generation came to Zhang Yixing and his master for medical treatment.

At that time, supplies were scarce, and even if you had money, buying cold medicine was a problem.

No matter who you are, if you get sick, other than going to a barefoot doctor, you can only rush to the county hospital to find a doctor.

However, several villages near Changqing were very lucky. With Zhang and his master there, many of them were saved.

Everyone in Zhao Tiande's generation has been treated by Zhang and his party.

So when Zhao Tiande became famous outside, he never forgot that there was such a person in his hometown.

When I come back every year, I have to burn incense and express my feelings.

It is precisely because he used to come every year that even if Zhao Tiande has changed his appearance when he reaches middle age, Zhang Yixing still knows him.

He didn't come over until Zhang and his party went out to travel around.

But after Zhang Yixing came back last year, he did the same thing as before, going to the Taoist temple to offer incense on the first day of the new year.

He even offered to donate money to the Taoist temple, but Zhang and his party refused.

For Zhang and his party, the current Taoist temple is much better than the dilapidated adobe house before.

"We don't know what happened to the old man. He was fine and strong during the Qingming Festival a few days ago. He was fine until yesterday. But today when we were about to go back, the old man suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. I haven’t woken up yet.”

When Zhang and his party asked, although Zhao Tiande was very impatient, he patiently explained the situation.

"Xiao An, I remember you still have a stick here, bring a piece of it, and some musk, just in case."

After Zhao Tiande briefly explained the situation, Zhang and his party thought for a while and asked Zhang An to prepare things.

Ginseng and musk are two things that have a magical effect of bringing people back to life when they are dying.

The old man of the Zhao family is already eighty or ninety years old this year. If things are going well and suddenly he is like this, the situation may be a little bad.

No matter what the situation is later, whether you need it or not, you can never go wrong by preparing it first.

"By the way, take your needle box with you. Mine is still on the mountain. It's too late to go back and get it now."

Zhang and his party took off their aprons, then grabbed two handfuls of plant ash and washed their hands.

His hands had just come into contact with lacquer, and he had to clean them first before going to see a patient.

Soap and washing powder are useless for raw lacquer.

Once the plant ash is rubbed, it immediately becomes clean.

A few minutes later, Zhang An had prepared what Zhang and his party needed.

"Let's drive there. It's definitely too late to walk there."

Zhang An looked at the door and said, although Zhaojiagou is next door to Changqing, there is still a long way to go on the winding road.

We had to rush over to save people, so the sooner the better, so Zhang An took out his keys and prepared to drive.

"No, no, I drove here and stopped at the bridge. Let's go over there and leave immediately."

Zhao Tiande himself came here in a hurry, so he must have driven here.

But just now he thought Zhang and his party were still at Sanqing Temple, so he parked the car there and prepared to go up.

But later I met other villagers and asked him kindly when they saw his anxious look.

Finally, I found out that he was looking for Zhang and his party, so I told him that Zhang and his party were at the foot of the mountain today, probably at Zhang An's house.

So this also prevented him from running up the mountain and wasting time in vain.

As a big boss, Zhao Tiande would definitely not be without a car, but just now Zhang An looked at the door and thought he hadn't driven over, so he took the initiative to suggest it.

Arriving at the Zhao family compound, Zhao Tiande quickly led Zhang, his party and Zhang An into the house.At this time, Mrs. Zhao was still lying on the bed and did not wake up.

The whole room was surrounded by people, all members of the Zhao family, old and young.

Seeing Zhang and his entourage coming over, a woman with tears in her eyes immediately rushed towards them.

"Old Taoist Priest, please help me see my father quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled away by an old man next to him who looked very similar to Zhao Tiande.

"You crazy bitch, go away now. Master Zhang is already here, and you're still wasting time here. You don't have eyes."

It turns out that this person is Zhao Tiande's father, Zhao Zhenqiang, and that woman is Zhao Tiande's aunt.

This kind of life-saving guy is still wasting time by dragging people along. No wonder Zhao Tiande's father is angry.

After pulling away from the crying woman, Zhao Zhenqiang said to Zhang and his party.

"Taoist Master, please help me take a look."

As he spoke, he pulled up a stool and placed it next to the bed to facilitate Zhang Yixing's treatment.

"Needless to say, now that you are here, you must do your best. However, if so many of you go out, you must go out first. There must not be so many people in this room. The air will not circulate due to the crowds. The windows must be opened as soon as possible."

When Zhang and his party checked the pulse of the old man of the Zhao family, they drove everyone out of the room at the same time.

There were at least a dozen people in the room just now. As soon as Zhang Ancai came in, he immediately felt stuffy.

The key point is that the windows are still closed and there is no air circulation. It is definitely not possible to let the patient stay here.

Just after Zhang Yixing finished speaking, all the people who were crowded in the room just now went outside to wait, leaving only Zhao Tiande and his father.

After checking for a pulse for a while, the expression on Zhang Yi Xing's face became more and more serious.

Because the old man of the Zhao family's pulse was as if he was about to die, and he couldn't feel any life at all. To put it bluntly, his pulse was terminal.

"Jun Zhao, please forgive me for being frank. I'm afraid your old man has run out of gas and energy. The day is coming. He's just hanging on for a breath. I can revive him, but I don't know what I can do after he wakes up." No matter how long you persist, you can also choose to send him to the hospital now, because the old man can still persist for two or three hours in his current condition."

In this case, Zhang Yixing still chose to tell the Zhao family and his son.

As for how to choose, it depends on how their family decides.

"It's impossible. It was fine at noon. Taoist priest, please help me to see if I saw it wrong."

Zhao Zhenqiang was like a bolt from the blue, a little distracted.

Then he once again begged Zhang and his party to watch it again.

Because their old man was still in very good health during this period, including this morning, his face was still glowing, and he didn't look like he was about to die at all.

"Householder, the old man's pulse and three qi have been extinguished, and there is no life left. If I say something unpleasant, even if he is sent to the hospital, I'm afraid... Sigh."

Zhang Yixing sighed. He understood the mood of the Zhao family and his son very well.

Because he had the same experience before, and that was what happened to Master Zhang at that time.

It was fine in the morning, but suddenly in the afternoon I told him about my funeral arrangements.

At that time, Zhang Yixing was still young and could not see through these things at all.

He had studied medicine for so many years, but he was unable to save his only relative.

"You should discuss it with your family. If you need to be sent to the hospital, you should hurry up."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zhang. Please wait for us, please."

After Zhao Tiande said hello, he supported his somewhat shaky father and went out to discuss with his family.

Soon, the sound of quarrels came from the main room outside.

Despite being separated by several walls, Zhang An could still hear it very clearly.

The Zhao family is now roughly divided into two groups. One side is thinking of sending them to the hospital and cannot let go of a chance.

On the other hand, they don’t want the elderly to have to be sent to the hospital by their family members in his last days.

Finally, the quarrel became louder and louder, and it looked like a fight.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop arguing. If you are arguing like this, will grandpa and his old man get better?"

In the end, Zhao Tiande stood up and yelled at the quarrelsome people.

Although most of these people were his elders, as soon as he spoke out, these people immediately stopped.

After all, he is the most capable person in the family, and no one dares not to listen to his words.

"Grandpa definitely didn't want to go to the hospital. When he went to hang paper a few days ago, he stayed in front of grandma's grave for a long time. This was something that had never happened before. After he came back, he told us a lot, and I also go upstairs to see his hometown from time to time."

"I think grandpa must have felt something, otherwise he wouldn't be so abnormal. I'm not willing to send grandpa to the hospital now. Let's not talk about the quality of the county hospital. Uncle Zhang said that it would be difficult to send grandpa there in this state. Disaster."

"So I want Uncle Zhang to revive grandpa now and see if he has any unfinished business. If he is sent to the hospital, with their level, I am worried that grandpa will not even have the chance to speak for the last time."

Zhao Tiande spoke quietly, and the others listened quietly.

Then there was silence outside for a long time, without a sound.

"Then let's do it. What the boss said makes sense. The hospital is so far away and we don't know what problems might go wrong on the way. If dad leaves with regrets in the end, then we are all sinners."

As soon as the first person spoke, the others quickly agreed.

Even those who just insisted on sending the old man to the hospital did not continue to oppose it now.

"Uncle Zhang, we are not going to the hospital. We still need to trouble you to save grandpa."

Just like that, Zhao Tiande came to the house with several uncles.

"That's right. Do you have any ginseng slices at home? You don't need too many, just two slices."

Although Zhang and his party asked Zhang An to take them, he still asked first.

After all, this was not an ordinary thing, and there would definitely be money issues after using it. He asked Zhang An to bring it with him, just in case.

If the owner owns it, he will definitely not use his own things.

"We have been careless in the past two years. We did not prepare these things at home. Since Zhang An has brought them here, Uncle Zhang, just use them. Zhang An, just tell me the number."

Zhao Tiande's family is not short of money, but they have not prepared these things in advance.

He knew just now that Zhang An was here with him, so he didn't panic at all now.

Now as long as Zhang An asks, he will agree to any amount, because their family is really not short of money.

After all, this is a life-saving moment, and even having money will not help.

It is much better to be able to buy something with money than to be unable to find a place to buy it with money.

(End of this chapter)