My village can't be like this

Chapter 701: Medicinal Wine to Relieve Fatigue
After resting enough, Mr. Huang drove his cattle home, while Zhang An and his friends continued to plant rice in the fields.

Although the field of a little over one acre is not small, there are too many people in Zhang An's group, five or six skilled workers and three green hands including Chen Ze.

After calculation, each person was not responsible for a long distance, so in less than an hour, the last remaining field was planted.

At this point, Zhang An's family had completed one of the more important events of the year.

Although their family doesn't grow crops much now, they still have to plant rice every year. After all, that's what they need to eat.

After dinner in the evening and seeing off the old ladies from the village, they went to rest under the grape trellis in the backyard.

It is summer now, and the weather is so sunny during the day that it is a little hot at night.

So the backyard of Zhang An's house became a good place, because the surrounding fields were full of water, and when the evening breeze blew over, it was cooler than turning on the air conditioner.

"How is it, how does it feel?"

Zhang An asked a few people with a smile, especially the fat man and Lu Cheng, who had not done much work.

"I don't feel anything else, except that my waist feels a little sore. I didn't expect that transplanting rice is a job that looks easy, but is actually not easy. It seems that the saying that every grain of rice is hard-earned is true."

The fat man straightened his waist and twisted it gently back and forth to relieve the soreness in his waist.

In fact, when he came back from working for half a day in the morning, he was still thinking that this job didn't seem to be that hard, he would just encounter leeches.

But after working in the fields for half a day in the afternoon, he felt something was wrong. His waist seemed to be uncomfortable and began to feel sore.

This feeling became even stronger after I came back in the evening and finished my meal.

So now, when he sits on the chair, he no longer leans lazily against the back of the chair like before, but sits with his back straight, twisting from time to time.

"Haha, in fact, transplanting rice is the easiest job among all farm work. It's just that you haven't done it before. It must be very hard to do it all day. The soreness in your waist is caused by bending over for a long time today. It's not a big problem. I'll get you some medicinal wine later. Apply a little before going to bed and you will feel much better."

Zhang An could understand their feelings.

In later life, when Wang Fang was sick, he ran back to take care of her, which happened to be the sowing season for ploughing the fields and planting rice.

At that time, he hadn't done farm work for many years. After planting rice seedlings with his father Zhang Jianguo for two days, he felt like a waste, even worse off than Fatty and the others are now.

But at that time there was no medicinal wine to relieve fatigue, so I could only endure it for two days and wait for my body to adapt itself.

It’s different now. He has learned so many things from Zhang Yixing, and he has also got some ideas about various prescriptions, so he has prepared something more or less.

For example, the medicinal wine I just mentioned is made by soaking many medicinal herbs that he dug from the mountains, and it has the effect of relieving various muscle strains.

He doesn't use it very often in normal times, so he usually prepares it for Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang.

After all, I have been doing physical work for so many years, and there are more or less some health problems in my body.

Zhang An still remembers that in the past, whenever there was thunder, wind, or a drastic change in the weather, his parents would feel very uncomfortable in many parts of their bodies.

That's why he specially made a jar of medicinal wine. Every time the weather changed, he would apply some on it and it would relieve much of the symptoms.

Until now, because their family has less and less farm work to do and often hires people to help, Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo are no longer as tired as before.

They got a relatively good rest, and Zhang An used the space spring water to nourish them for a long time, so the roots of the diseases left over from their early years were slowly eliminated, and the medicinal wine he had prepared before was also kept.

However, as long as the preparation process of medicinal wine is proper, the longer it is soaked, the better the effect will be.

Now is the perfect time to take it out and give it to a few of them to try.

"Don't wait until before going to bed. Aren't you resting now? Go get it and wipe it first."

After the hemorrhoid incident, the fat man had unwavering trust in the various prescriptions and medicines provided by Zhang An and Zhang Yixing.

You know, about that thing on his butt, many doctors said he must have surgery.

As a result, after I came to see Zhang Yixing last time and he prescribed several internal and external prescriptions, I feel much better now.

Although it has not been completely eradicated, it no longer affects my daily life. As long as I continue to follow the prescription to complete the treatment, I will definitely feel better than now.

So when he heard that Zhang An had this kind of medicinal wine, he immediately urged Zhang An to get it.

"Okay then, I'll go get it and wipe it for you now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang An did not refuse. He got up and went back home to look for medicinal wine.

In fact, this medicinal wine should be used before going to bed. After use, you should lie down on the bed and take a nap directly, so that the absorption effect will be best.

However, they are all very tired today and they must rest early. Now that they have finished applying the medicinal wine, the time is right.

By the time Zhang An found the medicinal wine, the entire glass jar was covered with thick dust.

However, the quality of the stopper at the bottle mouth was surprisingly good, it was not corroded at all, and the smell of the medicinal wine in the jar did not leak out at all.

Zhang An found a rag and wiped the dust off the jar before removing the cork.

At this moment, a strong smell of medicinal wine immediately gushed out of the jar, and it smelled quite fragrant.

The pungent smell of medicinal herbs was no longer strong, but blended into the smell of wine.

Zhang An found a large bowl, poured about half a bowl of it, and carried it to the backyard.

"Oh my god, this is the medicinal wine you mentioned? How come it smells so good? This wine should be drinkable, why don't we just drink it instead of rubbing it."

As soon as Zhang An arrived in the yard, the fat man smelled the medicinal wine in his hand and immediately leaned forward to sniff it a few times.

"Although I really want to drink this wine, unfortunately, several of the herbs used in it cannot be taken internally, so it can only be used externally."

Zhang An spread his hands helplessly and said, to be honest, even he himself wanted to take a sip when he smelled the fragrance of the medicinal wine.

But when I thought about the medicinal herbs used, I had to endure it.

"Well, it's a shame that a wine that smells so good can't be drunk."

When the fat man heard that he couldn’t drink it, a look of disappointment immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, whoever comes first, take off your short-sleeved shirt and lie on the chair. I will rub the medicinal wine on you."

Zhang An came back after washing his hands and said to the three of them.

"Then let me go first. This sore and swollen feeling is really too uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, the fat man spoke first and said that he really didn't want to endure this feeling any longer.

In fact, this is just like the feeling of being tired when they came back from the mountains last time, but at that time it was just caused by the lactic acid secreted by the leg muscles that could not be decomposed.

Now, this is not only a problem of lactic acid not being able to be decomposed, but also caused by slight damage to the waist muscles.

"Then you go first." Zhang An took out a lighter and said to the fat man, then lit the medicinal wine in the bowl.

The next second, the entire surface of the golden medicinal wine in the bowl was burning with blue flames.

"No way, you still have to do this, it will burn people to death."

When the fat man saw the burning medicinal wine, he didn't dare to lie down on the chair even though he had just taken off his clothes. The blue flames really scared him.

"What nonsense! It's not as exaggerated as you say. It will just be a little hot, but the effect is the best. Stop talking nonsense and get down quickly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang An glared at him sideways and at the same time put his hand into the still burning medicinal wine to show him.

"Is this true? Then come on."

When the fat man heard this, he leaned back on the chair and said through gritted teeth.

Then Zhang An dipped his hand into the medicinal wine burning with blue flames, slapped it on the fat man's waist, and then slapped it quickly so that the medicinal effect of the wine could penetrate into the muscles.

"Hiss~~Ah~~~~~~Is this what you mean by not hot? Zhang An, are you trying to trick the brothers into coming in and killing me?"

The moment the fat man came into contact with the medicinal wine, his eyes widened and he gasped.

I wanted to shout out loud, but when I remembered that Zhang An’s family was in the room, I had to hold it back.

"Stop screaming. How hot can it be? Feel it again now and see if you feel much more comfortable."

Seeing the fat man looking like he had been tortured, Zhang An said unhappily.

Although the medicinal wine was burning, he had touched it with his own hand, and it was not as exaggerated as the fat man's.

Moreover, in the village, many people with rheumatism have this problem from time to time.

It's not like that at other people's place. Instead, it's more like a pleasure.

"Hey, it seems to be true. Although it's hot now, the soreness and swelling feeling has actually eased a lot. I feel so comfortable that I almost want to scream out."

After listening to Zhang An's words, the fat man immediately felt it carefully and found that the sore and uncomfortable feeling in his waist had actually faded a lot since he didn't know when.

"Then next, Brother Cheng and Lao Chen, who of you will go first?"

After applying the ointment to the fat man, Zhang An spoke to the other two people.

"Let Cheng go first. I'm not as miserable as them."

Chen Ze smiled and took the initiative to let Lu Cheng come first.

It’s not that he likes to be humble, but mainly because he really doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as the two fat brothers.

After all, he has lived in the village for so long, and often grows vegetables in the yard with his grandfather, so he has gotten some exercise, so he is different from a greenhorn like Fatty.

"Then I won't be polite. Although this feeling is not painful or itchy, it is much more uncomfortable than pain or itching."

Lu Cheng laughed, took off his clothes, and lay on the recliner waiting.

In fact, he felt no more relaxed than the fat man, but as the eldest brother, he really couldn't do anything like shouting and groaning in front of the fat man, the second in command, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.

After some effort, Zhang An gave the three of them a thorough waist massage.

"Okay, everyone go get some rest, and we'll be fine tomorrow morning."

After Zhang An stopped, there was only a tiny bit of medicinal wine left in the bowl, just the right amount.

"Then take a rest. Good night, everyone."

Several people did not refuse, greeted each other, and prepared to rest.

He didn't feel sleepy just now, but after applying the medicinal wine, he suddenly felt sleepy and the fat man yawned several times in a row.

As we all know, yawning is contagious.

They were already feeling sleepy, and after seeing the fat man yawning, they could hold out even less.

The two fat brothers didn't have to leave. They could just go back to the room Zhang An arranged for them.

Chen Ze couldn't do it anymore and had to force himself to return to his home.

The next day, Zhang An got up early and took Mr. Huang and others to the fields to pull rice seedlings.

After all, their family's rice fields are also used by several other uncles and aunts.

"Second Master, why don't I go to your house for a meal today?"

Zhang An was taking off his shoes, preparing to go to the fields to help pull the seedlings, while talking to Master Huang Er.

"Forget it. My family didn't cook for you today. We only have less than two acres of land. There are five or six people here, but there is no place for you to stand."

Mr. Huang immediately shook his head and refused.

Of course he knew that Zhang An said this because he wanted to help their family, but he felt it was unnecessary.

It’s not that he was being polite to Zhang An, it’s just that their family only had that little piece of land, and now their son and daughter-in-law, grandson and grandson’s wife were all here, plus the old couple, there were six people in total, so it could be said that they had more than enough people.

After all, Zhang An's family had six skilled workers and three green hands, and it only took them most of the day to plant seedlings in five or six acres of land yesterday.

Their family only has about one-third of the population, and the battle can be resolved in half a day at most.

"Well, it looks like I won't be able to get this meal."

Zhang An did not insist and continued joking with Mr. Huang.

"That's not right. We can't just get food by doing nothing. Come on, don't come down and make the mess. Go back and do what you need to do. The rice field is so small that we don't need so many people."

Seeing Zhang An was about to go to the fields to help, Mr. Huang immediately wanted to drive him away.

Zhang An saw that Mr. Huang and his family were all in the fields, so it seemed unnecessary for him to come down, and he didn't insist.

Half a while later, Zhang An came over with a hoe, thinking that he would wait for Mr. Huang's family to take away all the seedlings, and then he would come over to dig a little, and then plant the seedlings.

But when he came over to take a look, although Mr. Huang's family had already pulled out all the seedlings and left, they did not replant the empty rice fields for their family.

Not only that, even the tiny weeds that had just grown in the fields were cleared out and placed under the ridges.

Zhang An couldn't help crying when he saw this. Old man Huang Erye was really something. He didn't give him any loopholes to exploit and had everything calculated.

(End of this chapter)