My village can't be like this

Chapter 674 Fatty Seeks Medical Treatment

It has been sunny these days recently. I guess God knows that it is the harvest season, so he is very considerate and it has not rained, and the sun is shining every day.

The washed rapeseed actually does not contain much moisture, not as much as when it is just harvested from the field, so it only takes half a day to dry all of it.

"Zhang An, Xiao Chen, you can take the bags and go to the fields to harvest the rapeseed."

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Fang walked around the field with a rake, then came back and called Zhang An and the other man to come over and harvest the rapeseed.

Although God is very kind now, the weather in May and June is no different from a child. No one can predict when it will start to change.

Wang Fang had lived by the weather for so many years and had suffered a lot of losses, so after seeing the rapeseed drying, she prepared to harvest it.

And I have dried so much today, it will take a lot of time to collect it all.

"Auntie Wang, the sun is still so strong now, don't you want to get some more sun?"

Chen Ze looked at the sun that was still high in the sky, shining brightly, and asked Wang Fang.

It is summer now and the daytime hours have lengthened a lot. When the weather is good, the sun starts to set around six o'clock and it gets dark around eight o'clock.

It's not even five o'clock yet, it's still quite early.

"It's ready. It's already been dried. We're drying it today just to dry out the moisture. And we'll need to add water when we extract the oil. It doesn't need to be dried too dry."

As Wang Fang spoke, she picked up the bundle of nylon bags and walked towards the field.

There is no need to rush to clean up the plants drying in the yard, as they are right at the door and won’t take much time, so you can clean them up last.

When he heard his mother calling, Zhang An had already arrived at the field and was helping his father to roll up the mosquito nets.

As soon as Chen Ze came over, he took the dustpan and put the food into his pocket handful by handful.

Most of the things here are theirs, so we definitely can’t be lazy.

Because there were too many things drying in the sun, it was too slow for just a few of them to clean up the mess. Some villagers who had nothing to do saw this and came over to help.

In rural areas, such things are very common. You help me today and I help you tomorrow. No matter whose family needs to dry the grain, there may be times when they are too busy to do it, so it is normal to lend a hand to help each other.

Even though other people came to help, Chen Ze was still very tired in the end.

He was used to a leisurely life, but today he suffered a great deal.

This was when they were moving the things into the truck bed. Zhang An didn't let him raise his hand, otherwise he would probably be lying there motionless now.

Because he planned to take it to press oil tomorrow, he pulled it into the yard. Zhang An was too lazy to move it down, so he just covered it with a large waterproof cloth to prevent the weather from changing at night.

Not long after dinner in the evening, Fatty called after a long absence.

"Zhang An, what have you been doing all this time?"

I don’t know why, but after marriage, the fat man’s voice is not as loud as before, and it feels a lot weaker.

"There's nothing to do. I'm all at home. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Zhang An was lying in the yard, feeling the cool evening breeze, his tone lazily.

"Because we are going to your place tomorrow, and we are worried that you might not be home due to something, so we called to ask in advance."

After the Chinese New Year, Fatty rarely came here and seemed very busy. The few times that came to catch fish were all from his subordinates.

"By the way, Taoist Priest Zhang is still in the village recently, right?"

After saying that, the fat man asked about Zhang Yixing again.

"Of course he is. The old man is not traveling anymore. He stays in the temple every day. Why are you asking this?"

When Zhang An heard the fat man talking about Zhang Yihang, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"It's like this, he has been feeling a little unwell lately, so we wanted to go and ask him for help."

On the other end of the phone, before the fat man spoke, Zhang Zilin spoke first.

"You're not feeling well? Where do you feel uncomfortable? What's the specific discomfort? Tell me and I'll take a look."

When Zhang An heard that the fat man seemed to have some minor problems, he immediately became alert.

In the past few years, he has read all the medical books that Zhang Yixing has collected throughout his life, and he often goes to ask for advice.

So now he is considered a pretty good doctor, even compared with those experienced old Chinese doctors, he only lacks some experience.

So normally speaking, as long as the problem is not too difficult or complicated, he will take a look at it. After all, if he reads 300 Tang poems, he will be able to recite them even if he cannot write poems.

"Well, it's not a big problem. I won't tell you. Just ask Taoist Master Zhang for help when the time comes."

When the fat man heard Zhang An's question, he began to stammer, as if he had difficulty speaking.

"Well, fine, I'll talk about it when you get here."

Hearing the fat man hesitating, as if he had something to hide, Zhang An did not ask any more questions.

But seeing the fat man like this, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be a problem in that area?
But he felt something was not right, because the fat man was still quite young and had not been married for long, so it shouldn't be so fast.

But then I stopped guessing. I’d know when people came tomorrow.

"Yeah, then we'll go there tomorrow, but we'll leave late, so you won't have to wait for us to eat at noon. We probably won't arrive until the afternoon."

The fat man was afraid that Zhang An's family would wait for them to have lunch together, so he told them in advance.

"Okay, I see."

The fat man's arrangement was quite good, as it avoided the time for him and Chen Ze to go to press oil tomorrow morning.

With so much rapeseed, it would take half a day to get enough even without waiting for anyone.

The next day, Zhang An got up early in the morning.

Because Su Ying was on vacation and didn't have to go to class, Wang Fang didn't prepare food as early as usual.

So Zhang An had to do it himself. He made something to deal with the situation and then went out with the rapeseed in the cart.

When they arrived at the intersection of Dongliyuan, Zhang An didn't see Chen Ze, so he stopped the car and ran to their house to check.

When Zhang An went over, Aunt Li was already doing housework, and Old Man Chen had also gotten up, wearing a loose Tang suit, and was practicing martial arts in the yard.

He was practicing Tai Chi, which was exactly the same set of Tai Chi that Zhang An had taught Chen Ze before.

Zhang An didn't expect that although Chen Ze didn't persist, he actually managed to learn it from Old Man Chen.

"Zhang An is here."

Seeing Zhang An, Old Man Chen spoke while slowly performing movements.

"Grandpa Chen, has Chen Ze gotten up yet? I'm here to find him to press the oil."

Zhang An greeted Mr. Chen and then asked about Chen Ze.

"He hasn't gotten up yet. I'm afraid he's still dreaming. Just go in and call him."

Chen Ze had previously told his family that he and Zhang An had collected some rapeseed to make oil, so Old Man Chen was not surprised at all. So Zhang An went straight into Chen Ze's room.

This person is still sleeping soundly in bed, with no intention of waking up.

"Hey, you guy, didn't you agree yesterday that you would go with me to press oil today? Why aren't you getting up yet?"

Seeing this, Zhang An wanted to play a prank, so he quietly walked to the bed and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Oh, it's only a few hours now. We can go later. My back and waist are sore now. Let me sleep a little longer."

After Chen Ze was woken up by Zhang An, he just looked around for a few seconds and closed his eyes again, just like those children in the village who needed to go to school and were woken up by their parents every morning.

"That won't work. If you go late, you'll have to queue. We have so much rapeseed, so we have to go early. How about I go first and you can come back a little later?"

It would take them half a day to collect 1,500 kilograms of rapeseed without waiting for anyone. If there were a few people lined up ahead of them, it would probably take until the afternoon. That's why Zhang An got up early today just to save time.

"Forget it, I'll get up now."

He was so tired yesterday that he just lay there today and didn't want to get up at all.

But he was not a child after all. After hearing what Zhang An said, he dragged his tired body and got up from the bed.

When I was washing up, my eyes, which were originally sleepy, became less sleepy after I splashed two handfuls of cold water, and I became much more energetic.

"Then I'll go get some breakfast ready."

Seeing that Chen Ze was about to go out, Aunt Li quickly tied on her apron and went to the kitchen.

"Don't bother Aunt Li, we're in a hurry, we can just go to the street and get something for free."

Chen Ze is not averse to roadside food stalls, especially the breakfast stalls in Hongyan Town in the past two years. The food tastes good and the hygiene is much cleaner than in previous years.

When the two arrived at the oil press in the town, they were really lucky because there was only one person in front of them in line and the machine in the oil press was already running.

This made Zhang An very satisfied. Now he didn't have to wait too long, and he didn't have to let the oil press swallow up the one or two kilograms of oil, because someone had already fed the oil press for them.

"Hey, you're here again, how much do you want to squeeze this time?"

Zhang An had been here a few days ago, and the owner of the oil mill still remembered him.

"It's not much, just over a thousand pounds. Can I move it in and weigh it now?"

Zhang An greeted the boss, then pointed at the car at the door and said.

"Wow, this is not much. It will take at least half a day."

When the oil mill owner saw the truckload of rapeseed, he immediately laughed. Compared to the scattered shipments of one or two hundred kilograms from other villagers, this was clearly a big business.

"Come on, boss, have a smoke."

Chen Ze knew that this was the owner of the oil mill, so he took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Thanks, brother, but the oil fumes in this oil mill are strong, so I won't smoke."

The oil mill waved its hands and refused. Although the oil mill was not as good as a gas station, it would still catch fire if it was set on fire.

After hearing what the oil mill owner said, Chen Ze put away his cigarette and stopped smoking.

Not long after the scales were weighed, the person who came first had finished squeezing, and it was Zhang An and his friends' turn.

However, because Zhang An squeezed so much rapeseed, the owner of the oil mill called his wife and son to help.

"We don't know when we can go back. You should go to town and get something to eat first. I can watch over here by myself."

After putting the rapeseed into the bucket, Zhang An said to Chen Ze.

It's not too busy at the moment, and there's no use for Chen Ze here. He can go get something to fill his stomach first.

Just now as they were passing by, they saw that many roadside stalls had been set up and there were quite a few people around. Business was indeed very good.

"Okay, I'll bring you something if you want to eat something."

Chen Ze did not refuse. At the moment, he only needed to carry the big bags, and he could not do anything here.

"No, I came here after eating at home. You can go by yourself."

Zhang An shook his head and refused. Not to mention that he had already eaten, even if Chen Ze brought it to him, he would not have time to eat it.

Later, when Zhang An was pressing oil, several more people came with horses loaded with rapeseed to press oil.

"You may have to wait until the afternoon to squeeze them. I still have a lot to squeeze."

When the boss saw someone coming, he immediately walked up to greet them, and there was nothing wrong with his attitude.

"Isn't there only one person squeezing it?"

The others who came later stretched their heads and looked around the oil mill, and found that Zhang An was the only one pressing oil.

"Well, he's the only one there, but he squeezed a lot, more than a thousand pounds. You must wait until the afternoon."

In order to prove his innocence, the boss pointed to the rapeseed behind the unit and spoke to them.

"Okay, then we'll put the rapeseed here after we weigh it and come back in the afternoon."

When they saw it, they realized that they had indeed met a ruthless person today.

Because these days, every family can only produce about 100 to 200 kilograms of oil, and there are not many people who can produce 300 to 500 kilograms.

Fortunately, their home is not too far away, so after the rapeseed is weighed, we go home and come back in the afternoon.

The oil mill owner is trustworthy, and the rapeseed has been weighed, so they are not worried about it being lost. Putting it here is like queuing first.

If I take it home, when I come back, there will be someone in front of me.

The time was about the same as Zhang An had estimated. When the oil was pressed, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Brother, this is more than a thousand pounds of oil residue. You can't use it all up with your fields. Why don't you sell it to me? I'll give you an extra dime."

The oil mill owner looked at Zhang An's more than a thousand pounds of oil residue, his eyes shining with gold, and ran to Zhang An to ask.

Last time Zhang An said he wanted to take some back to fertilize the field, so he didn’t buy it.

I guess he won’t take it home as fertilizer this time. Who would be a good person to take more than a thousand kilograms of oil residue back home to spread on several acres of fields?

He buys oil residue here, usually for a little over 20 cents per pound, and sells it for 50 cents, or even 60 cents.

Therefore, even if he gave Zhang An an extra 1 cent, he could still earn at least 1 cent more. As long as he got the more than 1,000 kilograms of oil residue, he could easily make more than 100 yuan in net profit.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you. Although my family doesn't have much land, we still have 70 to 80 acres of orchards. This 1,000 kilograms is nothing."

Zhang An once again responded to the oil mill owner's apologetic smile. Although their fields did not need so much oil, it could be used for the fruit trees.

Even if the fruit trees are not needed, he can take them back and sell them to the villagers, which is better than selling them to the boss. The price is not the issue; the key is that he can gain favors from everyone.

(End of this chapter)