Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

Tang Banxia ducked to the side, and when he looked closely, it was Song Qing again.

She immediately turned cold and walked forward without even looking at Song Qing.

As for Wen Mubai, his eyes darkened for a moment, then he quickly raised a smile and followed him.

"Tang Zhiqing!"

"Tang Zhiqing!"

Song Qing had just been beaten by Mrs. Song. His butt still hurt and he was walking with a limp. How could he catch up with Tang Banxia and the other two who were tall and long-legged.

At this moment, she looked at the backs of the two people walking further and further away, feeling full of resentment in her heart.

Why? Why is she so rich but unwilling to help herself?

This man obviously saved his life because of his own fault, yet he was not willing to borrow any money from her, repaying kindness with hatred!

Tang Banxia didn't know what this man was thinking. If he knew, he would probably die speechless.

After returning home, I took a quick shower and made lunch with Wen Mubai. After eating and taking a nap, I had to go to work again.

The days of working are boring, boring and tiring, but Tang Banxia still works seriously every day. That's right, he has been looking for opportunities to change his job type, for example, a barefoot doctor?

Opportunities come as they come!

At noon that day, Tang Banxia dragged his tired body home from work. He had not walked a few steps when he heard a noise.

She looked around and realized that someone had suffered from heatstroke and was on the verge of shock.

Be aware that heat stroke shock can be life-threatening.

It was a matter of human life. Tang Banxia had no time to think about it and rushed over.

"Give it! Give it!"

She pushed aside the crowd, squatted down, opened the man's hand, found Shaoshang's acupoint, and pinched it hard.

"Don't hang around here, spread out."

At this time, Tang Banxia's aura was 2.8 meters tall, and everyone couldn't help but listen to her.

When Hu Dashan rushed over, he happened to see this scene. He didn't dare to get closer and stood there for a while.

Tang Zhiqing was seen pinching Hu Erzhu's little finger. After a while, Hu Erzhu breathed less and opened his eyes.

Seeing the person open his eyes, Tang Banxia wiped his sweat and said: "Go home and cook a bowl of mung bean soup, drink it and have a good sleep."

"Tang Zhiqing, thank you." Hu Dashan stepped forward at this moment, helped Hu Erzhu up and handed him to the people behind him, "Does Tang Zhiqing know medical skills?"

Tang Banxia took the kettle from Wen Mubai and drank a few sips of water before replying: "You know better."

Later he added: "My grandma is a Chinese medicine practitioner, and I learned it from her since I was a child."

Hu Dashan's eyes lit up, "Tang Zhiqing has a family background."

"Not as good as my grandma." Tang Banxia waved his hand: "Captain, it's hot now, so we still have to pay attention to the problem of heatstroke."

Hu Dashan walked back side by side with her, "I also know that I will get heatstroke, but there is nothing I can do. I have to take advantage of the good weather to harvest the wheat, otherwise it will rain and everything will be over."

Tang Banxia also knew that farmers worked hard, but the day was getting hotter and hotter, and working under the bright sun was indeed prone to heat stroke. "Uncle Hu, don't we have a pot in our village? Why don't we order mung bean soup for the villagers and share it with them while working?" It can be of some use if you go down there.”

Hu Dashan didn't want to think about it, but: "Xiao Tang educated youth, you don't know, our village is poor, the summer harvest is still several days away, there are so many people in the village, one pound of mung beans a day, how can we afford it~ "

Tang Banxia was silent. The rural areas in this era were much poorer than she imagined. "Mint will do."

"Yes, there is a large mountain in the back of our village." Hu Dashan became happy, "This also works?"

"It works." Tang Banxia nodded: "Both mint and mung beans work."

In fact, there are some other things, but given the conditions in the village, it is all in vain.

"Okay, okay, Tang Zhiqing, thank you so much."

Tang Banxia waved his hand: "It's easy, Uncle Hu, let's go back first."

"Go back, go back."

On the second day, the village began to distribute mint water, one bowl per person, no more.

Tang Banxia and Wen Mubai didn't go to get it. Their kettles were filled with cold mung bean soup, the kind with sugar, so they didn't have to compete with others for the meager mint water.

However, although peppermint water is useful, it is not that magical.

As the summer harvest tasks become heavier, more and more people suffer from heat stroke.

And every time someone suffered from heat stroke, the team leader came to see Tang Banxia.

After walking around for a day, Tang Banxia's clothes were soaked through.

"Tang Zhiqing, I'm sorry to trouble you." After work in the evening, Hu Dashan found Tang Banxia again.

Tang Banxia was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands, so she relied on Wen Mubai to hold her, "It's okay."

"Well, Tang Zhiqing, I will give you ten centimeters today, and we will thank you." Hu Dashan took out his cigarette bag and smoked.

"Then thank you, Uncle Hu." Tang Banxia was not stupid enough to push it.

There was silence all the way, and when they were about to leave, Hu Dashan spoke again:

"Tang Zhiqing, the spot for the barefoot doctor in our village is still vacant. Do you want to be one?"

Hu Dashan came to Tang Banxia today for business.

Yesterday, he learned that Tang Zhiqing had undergone medical surgery, so he discussed it with the old guys. Today, when the old guys saw Tang Zhiqing's performance today, they let her try.

Tang Banxia nodded decisively: "I think so."

The ravine on Hu Dashan's face became clearer in the moonlight. He clicked on his cigarette bag and stared at Tang Banxia: "I have to tell you my ugly words first."

"You have to take the exam to be a barefoot doctor. I don't just tell anyone to take the exam."

"Also, the barefoot doctor doesn't pay, but as full work points, the barefoot doctor also has to follow him to the fields when the farm is busy."

Tang Banxia still nodded: "Uncle Hu, I won't hide it from you. Neither Xiaobai nor I are suitable for farm work. We can only find other ways out."

"Let me tell you the bottom line, I can't cure serious illnesses, but I have no problem with heat stroke and colds, and bandaging for fever."

Hu Dashan was satisfied when he saw her sincere attitude.

He was willing to give up the position of the barefoot doctor because there really was no one with medical skills in the village. Now it was hard to find someone who could. Even if he was an educated youth, he wanted someone to give it a try.

If it succeeds, everyone will be happy; if it fails, there will be no loss to the village.

To take a step back, if Tang Zhiqing passes the exam, he will definitely miss the village and will be able to talk about anything in the future.

"Then, when the public rations are handed over, I will go to the commune and ask."

"Thank you, Uncle Hu." Tang Banxia said solemnly.

At this time, Wen Mubai said from the side: "Thank you, captain, I will go with you when we hand over the public rations."

Hu Dashan beamed: "That would be great."

After seeing off the captain, the two returned home.

Tang Banxia asked Wen Mubai to knead the noodles and prepare the braised noodles himself. On such a hot day, of course he would eat cold noodles.

"Today we will be extravagant and eat pure white noodles." Tang Banxia said.

Wen Mubai could still be polite, so he immediately scooped up three large bowls and said, "Listen to sister."

Tang Banxia, ​​forget it, I already knew what kind of virtue this guy had.

But she was happy today, and it was a celebration.

Finally, she no longer had to go to the ground. In the past half month, she felt like she was getting tanned.

When she becomes a barefoot doctor, she will have more time for herself. By then, everything should be planned carefully...

You can't just stay idle for seven or eight years, you still have to have some goals...

But: "Why is the captain so happy when he heard that you were going to pay the public rations with him?"

Wen Mubai wore a floral apron. After hearing this, he said casually: "Because the director of the grain station is an uncle of mine."

"Huh?" This guy has such awesome relatives: "Why haven't I heard you mention it? We should notify you when we get married."

Although there was no banquet, after all, I got the certificate.

Under the dancing firelight, Wen Mubai's face was uncertain, and his voice was faint: "Forget it, I'm not very familiar with him, I just know him."

Tang Banxia noticed it, but didn't ask further: "Is it okay for you to pay the public food?"

Wen Mubai came back to his senses and smiled sweetly at Tang Banxia: "It's okay, as long as I don't go looking for him."

"Okay." Tang Banxia also smiled and concentrated on lighting the fire.

In a blink of an eye, the wheat harvest is over.

But the work is not over yet. After the wheat is harvested, it must be turned, threshed, bagged, and finally handed over to the public rations before the summer harvest is complete.

After another five days of busy work, all the wheat grains finally fell into the bags, and it was time to hand over the public grain...