Lei Feng System

While they were talking, several children came over with torches. One of them was quite small, looking about the same size as Lei Chen, with dry and sallow skin. He respectfully greeted Wang Fang, and climbed up without any support, like a little monkey flexibly.

"This is Mi Liang, don't look at her shortness, she is seven years old this year, and just entered the first grade of elementary school. If you don't have enough food, the children will not grow tall..." It seemed that it was useless to say this, and Wang Fang went silent.

Qu Jing was also silent. After a while, he patted Lei Chen on the head and jokingly said, "Look at Xiaochen, how capable people are, you still want Brother Xiaoyu!"

Lei Chen's eyes opened wide, watching the children crawling up one by one, and being stimulated by Grandpa Qu, he immediately twisted to get off the ground. Han Zhuoyu was also embarrassed. He never knew that he was so useless, even a seven or eight year old child.

"Oh, be careful, don't be brave!" Seeing the two children were about to go up, Wang Fang hurriedly reached out to help.

The stone was slippery, but Qu Jing and Wang Fang were pushing underneath, and a few children helped to pull it up. The two of them finally went up, rubbing their knees and elbows in a lot of mud, looking embarrassed.

[Host, I didn't realize until today that I did not train enough for you. ] 9527 is ashamed.

Han Zhuoyu was even more ashamed.

On the next road, Lei Chen said that he didn't need to carry anything on his back. They walked arm in arm and finally arrived at Tongyuan Township Primary School after walking for two hours. It is said that it is a primary school, but in fact it is just two private houses, with a cemented open space in the middle, forming a "I" shape. A flagpole stood in the middle of the open space, and a bright red national flag was flying on top.

"This is our school. The conditions are relatively simple." Wang Fang took a breath and unloaded the heavy bag. Han Zhuoyu put the snakeskin pocket in his hand on the ground and looked around.

"Rather crude" is just a euphemism. In fact, the two houses are already dilapidated, and the glass windows are basically broken. Two layers of yellowed old newspapers are used to paste two layers, and the wind blew loudly. There are only four classrooms, but they have to accommodate more than two hundred people. Children of different grades have to squeeze into one classroom. If there is no room for a teacher’s office, the original pigpen can only be transformed into a shed. Although there is no peculiar smell long ago, the food trough placed in the corner is still very strange.

Qujing knew that the people living in the mountainous areas were hard, but he didn't know that hardships were like this.

When the children were studying in the morning, he took Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen to look outside for a while, and his eyes were wet.

The desks in the classroom are very old, and some have different lengths of legs and feet, and they are cushioned with stones underneath. The first grade and sixth grade have classes together, each divided into two groups. When the teacher teaches the first grade, the sixth grade children do their homework quietly, and vice versa. There is a chalk box on the podium, which contains only a few centimeters of chalk left, and even a piece of mud or two. The pencils in the children's hands were too hard to hold them before they were willing to throw them away. The front and back of the exercise book were filled with words, and some were written on the yellow envelope.

This is simply another world.

At noon, a teacher rang the cow bell hanging under the eaves, and the children one after another came out of the classroom, picked up the firewood stacked on the edge of the open space, and searched for a stone stove to cook.

"Do you want to see what they eat for lunch?" Wang Fang asked. I heard that these two children must have meat, eggs, and fresh vegetables at every meal, and she can only sigh that they have different lives.

Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen nodded silently.

Qu Jing was squatting beside Mi Liang to help build the stove. Seeing the little child neatly use flint and steel to make a fire and set up a pot to cook, his expression is very complicated. It is said that the children of the poor are in their homes early, and this is true.

A small handful of rice was cooked in half an hour, Mi Liang lifted the lid, took out a small bottle from his school bag, drove some sour chili into it and stirred, and finally poured the red rice into the bowl, eating with relish.

Han Zhuoyu and Lei Chen swallowed hard. It feels spicy just by looking at it!

Looking around again, most of the children are like this, and some only take the leftover meal at home, soak them in boiling water and eat them.

"Tongyuan Township is located in a remote area, lack of materials, and humid climate, so people here not only like spicy food, but also like to make all kinds of fresh vegetables into jars for easy preservation. The pork is smoked to make bacon, and save it for I am willing to eat it only during the New Year." Wang Fang pointed to the small bottle in Mi Liang's hand, "They can eat a bottle of sour chili like this for several months, not because they like it, but because there is nothing else to eat."

Han Zhuoyu furrowed his brows tightly, and he was panicked.

Lei Chen's expression is also very serious.

At this moment, two teachers came out carrying a big pot and shouted, "The broth is ready, come and queue."

The children burst into cheers and ran over.

More than two hundred students, dozens of catties of meat, think and know that is not enough. The teachers can only chop the meat, add cabbage, winter melon, and tomatoes to make soup, and each person serves a bowl.

The presentation of the soup is not good, but there is thick oily froth on it, with a strong meaty taste and rich nutrition. The children slapped their mouths after a sip, their expressions were extremely enjoyable. They can only drink broth like this once a month.

[Ding~ 487 points of positive energy have been collected! 】

Obviously living such a hard life, but being able to explode such a huge positive energy because of a bowl of not very delicious broth, Han Zhuoyu and 9527 have mixed feelings.

"You drink a bowl, and eat some rice by the way." Wang Fang helped the two children bring broth and each made a bowl of rice. Qu Jing asked a teacher to bring a bottle of sour chili peppers, he couldn't help but rushed into the children's bowl, and said sternly, "It must be finished."

The two of them did not hesitate at all. They picked up the chopsticks and ate while crying, without screaming bitterness.

Wang Fang was surprised. These two children were completely different from what she had imagined. They were so good!

After eating, a teacher took out a big steaming clay pot and shouted, "Sick children come over and drink the medicine. It will be useless if it is cold."

Several children ran over.

Hearing the word ‘sick’, Qu Jing walked over and looked in the clay pot, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"The western medicines in the school are all used up, and I can only wait for Teacher Wang to buy them from the base station next week. This is Banlangen boiled well, not a good medicine." The teacher waved his hand and said.

"Banlangen is not useful to people who have already caught a cold." Qu Jing shook his head and held one of the children's wrists. He first learned Chinese medicine, but his skills in seeing, hearing, and inquiring have not yet fallen.

"This is the new military doctor in our station. Let him show the children." Wang Fang explained to his colleague.

"Hey~ That's a good relationship." Several colleagues were overjoyed. Even food is scarce here, let alone medicines. Children can only endure if they get sick. Only get some herbs when they are serious. A common cold often takes a month and a half to heal.

Qu Jing glanced over the child’s tongue coating, asked some questions, and turned his head to Han Zhuoyu, “Headache and no sweat, limb pain, severe nasal congestion, runny nose, cough, thin white phlegm, not thirsty, white tongue, this What are the symptoms?"

"Wind-cold cold." The teenager said as he stepped forward and held the child's other wrist, nodding affirmatively after a few minutes, "It's not serious, just drink some green onion and **** water."

"Very good." Qu Jing laughed. This child has an unparalleled brain, able to receive all the complex knowledge endlessly, and he can learn from one another, and he will never forget it. It is really a good material for studying medicine.

"You should get Chinese medicine here, right?" Qu Jing looked at Wang Fang.

"People here generally know a few traditional Chinese medicines, and they often go up the mountain to pick them up and dry them for later use. If you ask for them, you should be able to get them. There are definitely no more expensive ones."

"It's not expensive, they are the most common herbs." Qu Jing shook his head and took the pulses of the remaining children. They found that they were all the same symptom, but the degree was different, so he pointed to the mildest child among them and said, "He doesn't need to take it. The medicine is over, and later you find a piece of fresh **** and chop it up, and boil it with the scallion and white mix for him to drink. It won’t be long before it gets better."

"Take a note of this child's prescription and take it back to his parents." Qu Jing pointed to one of the children and said a large list of drug names, "6 grams of fangfeng, 10 grams of nepeta, 12 grams of Angelica dahurica, 12 grams of Platycodon grandiflorum... …"

The teacher quickly found paper and pen to record.

The prescriptions for all children are the same, but the dosage is slightly increased or decreased. After seeing the illness, the lunch break was almost the end. Wang Fang walked to the corridor and rang the bell, and the children jogged to the classroom.

Mi Liang stood not far away and looked at Qu Jing eagerly.

"Kid, what's the matter with you?" Qu Jing walked over and patted his head.

"Are you a doctor?" Mi Liang asked curiously.

"Yes, you are sick?" Qu Jing looked at his expression carefully and found that he was only malnourished.

Mi Liang shook his head, "I'm not sick, but my grandparents are sick. Can you help them?" There was a doctor in Tongyuan Township Medical Service Station, but he disliked the difficult conditions here. It is very inconvenient to have to take a few hours by car to go to the county seat.

"Of course." Qu Jing nodded.

"Then, how much does it cost?" Mi Liang whispered, his cheeks flushed. If there is too much money, he will look down on it.

"No money." Qu Jing smiled and waved.

"Thank you, doctor! Then wait for me to go together after school!" Mi Liang showed a cheerful expression and hurried to the classroom.

"Look, there are so many children here that it’s not easy to go to school for a few hours. They only eat two meals a day, and they can’t eat meat. They can only endure if they are sick. But even so, they insist on coming to school every day. Be happy, happy." Qu Jing sighed sincerely.

Han Zhuoyu showed a face of shame. Thinking about it now, the troubles that I encountered when I was young were not troubles at all, so how could I close myself? Sure enough, it is too weak!

Although Lei Chen was a little ignorant, he remembered the strong and optimistic appearance of these children in his heart.

"Compared with them, you are living in paradise. So you have to work harder. Okay, go sit on the lawn over there, it's still early from school."

Three people sat on the lawn, basking in the sun while waiting for the rice to shine.

Lei Chen fiddled with the little abacus, Han Zhuoyu took out a book of "Physiology" and read it, and asked Qu Jing if he didn't understand it.

Time is slowly passing by.