Chapter 48 High Fever It's so hot that I'll be burned if I go to the hospital. "Wait!" Zhou Yimin returned to the house. In his mind, he bought a small bottle of alcohol at the store. It would have been better to buy antipyretics directly, but the store was out of them at the moment, so he had to settle for the next best thing. When Zhou Yimin came out, his grandparents also groped in the dark. "Oh! It's so hot, just pat your forehead with cold water!" said the old lady experiencedly. This is physical cooling, and it is indeed useful. Strictly speaking, the same principle applies to Zhou Yimin's use of alcohol. "I've taken the photo, but it's useless." Rural people have their own way of dealing with illness. They go to the doctor only when the traditional remedies don't work. When they have to go to the hospital, it means the situation is very serious.
Zhou Yimin handed over the small bottle of alcohol: "Use this to apply on the child's body to reduce the temperature, otherwise he will be burned before he gets to the hospital. Be careful not to apply on the chest and stomach." No one questioned it. After all, Zhou Yimin grew up in the city, had a high level of education, and knew a lot, so what he said must make sense. "It's cool and effective." Zhou Dashun said in surprise. Zhou Yimin pushed the bicycle over and asked, "Can you ride it?" The family was stunned and realized that they didn't know how to ride a bike at all. They were so anxious just now that they only knew that Zhou Yimin had a bicycle and it would be faster to get into the city. All right! Looking at their expressions, Zhou Yimin understood. "You carry him on your back and sit behind me. Thank you for your help, Uncle Sixteen." Zhou Dashun nodded quickly, tied his son to his back, and hurriedly sat on the back of the bicycle. "Sit still." Zhou Yimin shouted and started to exert force. Seeing her son being sent to the hospital, Zhou Dashun’s wife immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Zhou Yimin’s grandparents. "Hey! Get up! What are you doing?" Normally it took Zhou Yimin about two hours to pedal, but this time it only took him a little over an hour to get back to the city and park in front of the hospital. Zhou Dashun ran in with his son on his back, shouting as he ran. The doctor didn't dare to delay and checked immediately. "How can you be a parent? You brought the child here when he was already burned like this. If you were any later, you would have regretted it! You applied alcohol, right? You did a good job on this." The doctor scolded the parent as soon as he examined him. Zhou Dashun explained with a wry smile: "We are from Zhoujiazhuang. It's a bit far, but we have already sent it here as soon as possible." At the same time, he felt fortunate that his Sixteenth Uncle happened to be in the village. "Okay, go and pay the bill!" The doctor didn't want to talk to the family. Zhou Dashun touched his trouser pocket and remembered that he was in a hurry to go out and forgot to bring any money.
Zhou Yimin took out 10 yuan and gave it to him. "Go! Return it to me when you get back to the village." He was sitting next to me and didn't want to move. When he walked in just now, his legs were shaking. "Thank you, Uncle Sixteen." Zhou Dashun took the money and immediately ran to pay the fee, a total of 4 yuan. This was not much for Zhou Yimin, but it was not a small amount for a rural person who earned work points. For example, Zhou Dashun only earned about 40 yuan a year. When his son had a high fever, he spent almost one tenth of it. In fact, an ordinary fever doesn’t cost much money, but Zhou Dashun’s son’s situation is rather special. At daybreak, the child's condition stabilized and the high fever turned into a normal fever. He could take some medicine and go home to recuperate. In this case, Zhou Dashun would definitely not waste any more money on hospitalization. He immediately carried his son on his back and prepared to go home. Zhou Yimin took the father and son out for breakfast, eating steamed buns and soy milk. As for the soy milk that became so popular in later generations, anyone who wanted to drink it could drink it, but Zhou Yimin felt that he was not lucky enough to enjoy it. "Eat! Eat more. Why are you being polite to me? I won't go back to the village with you later. You can take a bus." Zhou Yimin saw that Zhou Dashun ate one bun and held back, not taking the second one, knowing that he was embarrassed. At this time, there are buses leaving the city, but they do not go directly to Zhoujiazhuang. The terminus is the more famous Red Star Commune. It is also very interesting to take the bus. The conductor holds a small clip in his left hand with four stacks of tickets on it, and a red and a blue pencil in his right hand with a rubber band tied to the pen. When selling tickets, he just draws a line with the red pencil and rubs the rubber band to tear off one. 车票分为红、绿、黄、蓝颜色，分别面值为5分、1角、1角5分、2角。 Moreover, the ticket is narrow and small, only 2 cm wide and 6 cm long. In addition, the ticket is very thin, so it is easy to lose it when held in the hand. Therefore, some people are accustomed to sticking it to their lips, so that it will not be lost and it is easy for the ticket seller to see it. "Uncle Sixteen, one is enough for me." Zhou Dashun smiled embarrassedly. Then, in response to Zhou Yimin's last sentence, he said, "No need to take the bus, I can carry him back, and it won't take too long, we will definitely be home before noon." What bus should we take? Is it free? He heard that it cost 2 cents to take a bus to the Red Star Commune. Zhou Dashun could earn less than 2 cents a day working in the village. Zhou Yimin shook his head: "You'd better not save those few cents. It's such a long journey. Can you bear it? Can your son bear it? Don't go home. The disease will get worse. It's not worth it." Sure enough, children are the weak point of their parents. Zhou Dashun hesitated after hearing this. Moreover, he was also worried that if the condition became more serious, as Zhou Yimin said, it would not be a matter of a few cents. After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Dashun finally chose to listen to his uncle Sixteen's advice and take the bus back. In fact, Zhou Yimin had a monthly bus ticket, but it was a student ticket, which they could not use, and there was Zhou Yimin's photo on it. The so-called monthly ticket is a bus ticket for one month. With it, you can ride any bus or trolleybus in the city. When you get off, just take it out and let the conductor take a look. Zhou Yimin stood up and said, "Okay, take away what you can't finish. Go out from here later and walk to the photo studio at the corner of the street and wait for the bus there. By the way, when you get back to the village, tell my grandfather and the others that I may not be going back today." "Okay, Uncle Sixteen!"
After Zhou Yimin left, Zhou Dashun asked his son to take one bun to eat, and the remaining two were taken back for the other two children. While riding his bike, Zhou Yimin checked the 1 yuan area that was refreshed in the store today. 100 kilograms of taro and 100 kilograms of dried fish. What I got today is pretty average! The hairy taro and dried fish are not worth much. The hairy taro is rich in starch and can be used as a staple food in some places, especially in some parts of the south, where people like to eat it. Zhou Yimin likes steamed pork with taro. Dried fish is made from dried mackerel, which is distributed along the coast of my country, and is more common in the south. In later generations, the mackerel is a precious, fatty fish that is caught in small quantities and is not easily found in the market. In this era, there is no overfishing, and even yellow croaker is not a scarce commodity. It is said that there are a lot of them in Zhejiang and Fujian. During the fishing season, the whole sea is densely packed with them. Thanks to brother Wanshiruyi1 for the 100 reward! (End of this chapter)
