Mu Zhen from the day he contracted scabies, he was always good and bad, and the torture of itching accompanied him all the time, even so, he did not give up his efforts to study privately, as soon as the final exam was over, Mu Zhen hurriedly went home, the most important thing in his mind was that he wanted to use the new treatment that has been popular in the school recently, and during the winter vacation, he used the sulfur given to him by his classmates to fight a "war of annihilation" for scabies.

As soon as Mu Zhen arrived at the door, he stopped his mother, who was about to go out to help Wang Tiancheng's pig farm, and didn't say a word, staring straight at her, Xiuhua was really frightened by Mu Zhen's move.

"What's going on, is something going on?" asked Xiuhua leaning over with a look of horror on her face.

Mu Zhen didn't squeak, he really didn't know how to mention his thoughts to Xiuhua, and after hesitating, Xiuhua hurriedly touched Mu Zhen's forehead to see if there was a fever or something wrong?

Mu Zhen pushed away her mother's hand, stared at her mother tentatively and asked, "Can I live in the room next door to the kitchen?"

"What's the matter, you don't sleep with your brother anymore?" Xiuhua was very surprised by Mu Zhen's question, and asked directly.

"No, I just want to live alone in the room next to the kitchen!" Mu Zhen's tone was very sure.

Xiuhua immediately thought of the old saying "the child can't help the master", this child is already sensible at this age, and it just happened that a few days ago there was a wooden board that had just been sawed to prepare for adding some furniture, which happened to be useful. Thinking of this, Xiuhua knocked out the idea of going to Wang Tiancheng's pig farm, and immediately beckoned Mu Zhen, Mu Yan and Mu Bao, and moved the bricks stacked in the yard into the house.

Mu Zhen's thoughts failed to hide Lao Mu's eyes, and when Lao Mu came home from school and saw the small bed that Xiuhua had built for Mu Zhen, he immediately understood that Mu Zhen did not want to live at home every week for another reason. It's just that he doesn't know how to communicate with Mu Zhen about this.

That night, Mu Zhen lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time and couldn't sleep, he was thinking about how to use the sulfur given to him by his classmates to treat the scabies that had been entangled with him for more than two months, when the classmates handed him sulfur, he repeatedly stated that he had to roast with fire first, and he must sweat to let the scabies hidden in his body come out with the sweat, and then apply the sulfur in time to kill the scabies. He didn't want to alarm his family because of this, after all, it was a private part of his family, how could he let his family see or know about it? As soon as he thought about it, his heart suddenly jumped, and it was not convenient to tell his family about this secret matter anyway, and the budding of his puberty had already proved to the world that he was already a big boy who knew shame, and that he no longer had the innocence of childhood.

When he heard the snoring of Lao Mu in the hall, Mu Zhen knew in his heart that his family had fallen asleep, and it was time for him to go to the fire, he was like a thief, got out of bed, quietly opened the door that was connected with the kitchen, and crept into the kitchen, taking advantage of the afterglow from the middle door of his room, at the place where the pot was filled with fire, slowly clearing out a vacant space, and then quietly returned to the room where he lived, and took out the dry branches he had picked up privately and put into his pocket from under the bed he had just built, and then lit a handful of firewood with matches, igniting a few dry branches, and in this way, the four walls of the kitchen were reflected red, He lifted the cotton clothes draped on his body, spread his legs, close to the flames, and felt a little painful to roast, he hurriedly took a step back, and then readjusted his posture, slowly approaching the flames, he endured the pain caused by the flames, he must bake and sweat, but at this time it was in the weather of forty-nine, the outdoor temperature was less than zero degrees Celsius, and if he wanted to roast and sweat, it was simply impossible, although the lower body had been roasted to the point that the pain was almost unbearable, but the exposed buttocks still felt a little cold.

Mu Zhen tossed like this for more than ten minutes, there was no sign of sweating in her lower body, and all the branches she picked up had been used up, looking at the pile of ashes, Mu Zhen sighed softly, and reluctantly wrapped the cotton clothes on her body tightly, and then scooped a scoop of water from the bucket with her free hand and splashed it on the remaining ashes, and had to go back to the quilt next door to lie down.

The day has just dawned, Xiuhua got up early, ready for the family's breakfast, when Xiuhua saw the ashes in front of the pot, she was shocked, this ash came too suddenly, she cleaned up the ashes every night, in case of accidents, today's ashes must have been ordered by Mu Zhen, did he steal something, while thinking about it, he pulled the ashes on the ground with a burning stick, and didn't see any clues of barbecue, so what would the fire do?

Xiuhua didn't want to disturb Mu Zhen's good sleep, and tried not to make a loud noise, but Mu Zhen still woke up, lying in the quilt and thinking about how to explain to Xiuhua if her mother asked about the ashes, the mother and son had their own hearts, but they didn't break it, because Xiuhua didn't want to hurt the child's self-esteem, as for what the child did, the child didn't need to ask if he wanted to explain, if he didn't want to say, he wouldn't say it if he asked, that is, he would lie, she cleaned up the ashes, and still busily made breakfast as if nothing happened.

Mu Zhen saw that his mother didn't ask about the ashes, of course he didn't need to explain, he still thought that he would have to bake at night, and he should prepare more branches or firewood, he thought of the Sanyuan winter heating fire in front of the house, and it was undoubtedly a good choice to go to him to roast, but how could he take off his pants, and how could he let Sanyuan know that he had this terrible scabies? In order to roast and sweat, today he must not only prepare some dry branches, but also prepare some chopping wood, so that he can roast and sweat.

As usual, Mu Zhen sat at the table and looked at the books, but his mind was not on the books, what he thought of was how to get the wood, how to bake such a big fire at night, and how not to affect his family, he really couldn't think of a better trick. But things still have to go on, if you give up, the itch of scabies in the crotch will still linger, and if you can't cure it during the holidays, there will be no chance to start school.

The day of Layue was cold and short, but this day was indeed a bit long for Mu Zhen, and the book in front of her made Mu Zhen look a little blurry. After lunch, Mu Bao followed Lao Mu to school, Mu Zhen found the machete from under the kitchen board, put it in a fertilizer bag, and sneaked out of the house with the fertilizer bag.

Mu Zhen has long been optimistic about the rows of poplar forests by the river in the south of the village, and went straight to the riverside in the south of the village, this poplar forest was planted in the early years of the village, and the thick Mu Zhen two floors can not be built, and there are naturally more branches in winter. Mu Zhen sat down, thinking that it would be easier if there was a dead stump, and he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, the children broke off the rotten wood from the dead stump, and then lit it, blew out the open flame, and the rotten wood did not go out, if there was a pile of such rotten wood, wouldn't it be better?

Mu Zhen stood up, looking for the rotten stump left by cutting down poplars in the woods, the effort paid off, on a slope, quietly stood a broken section of the tree for some reason, it looked dry, he was happy in his heart, poured out the branches in the fertilizer bag again, poured out the machete pressed under the branches from the bottom, he cut it down, maybe the stump has been dry and hard, maybe the machete is not sharp enough, maybe the strength used by Mu Zhen is too small, this knife only left a shallow mark on the stump, Mu Zhen looked at it, felt a little dazed, but he needed this stump too much, how could he sweat without splitting woodIsn't there no hope for the eradication of scabies? He forgot everything, he only had one thought, that is, to cut down this dead stump before it got dark and bring it back, although the strength was not enough, but each knife was with twelve points of ruthlessness, and it was cut like this for about ten minutes, he felt the heat on his body, he felt that he was already sweating, the tiger's mouth shook a little numb, and there was a faint pain, he stopped, looked at the stump that made him cut all over his body, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly thought - sweating, isn't this already sweating? There is no need to rely on the fire to roast, isn't it the same sweat, Mu Zhen immediately thought of the sulfur, if he brought that sulfur, wouldn't it be the same here? yes, he was so excited, he was proud of the method he had discovered.

He looked around left and right, the environment here is very elegant, the river embankment in winter is rarely visited, quietly, Mu Zhen suddenly found a paradise like excitement, he thought, don't stay for a moment, he wants to go home to get a bag of sulfur, he still uses this method to sweat back and forth, and then use sulfur to kill the scabies in the body.

Mu Zhen stood up, carrying a machete and ran home, he even forgot the fertilizer bag on the river embankment, when he was about to get to the house, he suddenly felt that holding the machete would make his mother ask something, so he buried the machete under the small tree on the side of the road, as if nothing happened, there was no one at home, it is estimated that his mother and Mu Yan went to the village to visit the door, he quickly walked into his bedroom, opened the few bags of sulfur that were pressed under the head of the bed, took a pack, put the rest of the package under the bed, flew out of the house, picked up the machete that had just been buried in the soil under the small tree, and ran towards the poplar forest by the river。

Mu Zhen, who ran back to the river embankment, gasped heavily, wiping the sweat droplets on his forehead with his hands from time to time, and he felt a little sticky on his body at this time.

"You can't just stop, you have to continue, let the sweat come out more!" Mu Zhen thought so, quickly unbuttoned the Chinese knots on the padded jacket, waved the machete in his hand and slashed vigorously at the stake in front of him, at this time he seemed to have an enmity with the stake, each knife was full of strength, and when he cut on the stake, his mouth did not come out "Hi, Hi" He can't and doesn't want to stop, what he wants is no longer firewood, what he wants is sweat, what he wants is to excrete the scabies that have been around him for nearly three months, so as to completely drive away the "demons" on his body.

After a while, Mu Zhen's hand wielding the machete slowed down, and the machete in his hand became a little bulky, he threw the machete aside, quickly took out the bag of sulfur from his pocket, squatted down and carefully opened the paper bag and put it on the ground, then stood up, looked around, the surroundings were quiet, there was no one around, he stood still with confidence, quickly untied his belt, retreated the cotton pants and the soaked autumn pants to his knees, squatted down and picked up a pinch of sulfur from the paper bag and smeared it on the small pimple at the crotch of his legs……

Mu Zhen pulled the woven bag and returned home, it was already past four o'clock, Mu Yan, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, saw Mu Zhen for the first time, and was immediately amused by Mu Zhen's flowery face.

"You, where did you go to draw this?" Mu Yan asked in surprise as she pointed to Mu Zhen's face.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhen didn't come back to her senses and replied with a puzzled expression.

"What's the matter!, you don't need makeup to sing!" Mu Yan quipped.

Mu Zhen understood, when he was sweating just now, he didn't care about washing his hands, and kept wiping his forehead with his hand picking up branches, which must have wiped out traces, he immediately ran to the hall and stood in front of the big mirror that Lao Mu received from the commune education committee, with a few gray roads on his forehead, which were already very eye-catching, coupled with the two-bar sulfur marks sticking to his nose, he was already like a clown on the stage, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw himself embarrassed in the mirror.

Mu Zhen took the basin and cleaned it briefly, and then sat on the edge of his small bed, he really didn't have the strength to do anything, he just wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but now is not the time, if he lies down and rests, his family will feel uncomfortable, he doesn't want his family to know the little secret of his scabies, but the sweat-soaked clothes, like cold water, are tightly wrapped around his body, very uncomfortable. He had to get up and pac into the kitchen, and took the initiative to help Mu Yan, who was cooking, burn the pot on the ground, and in front of the stove in front of the pot, he felt a trace of warmth, which was enough to resist the cold brought by wet clothes.

Perhaps, as his classmates said, scabies is most afraid of sweating, coupled with the effect of sulfur, Mu Zhen, who was lying under the quilt at night, felt that his body itched much lighter, and he secretly thought to himself, as long as he took advantage of the holiday and insisted on treatment, he believed that the scabies on his body would be eliminated immediately.

The paper couldn't contain the fire, and Mu Zhen went home sweating every afternoon until she was sweating profusely, which didn't attract too much attention from her family, but the smell of sulfur smeared on her body was difficult to hide. Although it was the cold weather in Sanjiu, the smell was the most imperceptible, but Mu Zhen had been smeared with sulfur for three days, and the accumulated smell was too great, not only on his clothes, but also on the quilt he slept on. For this reason, whenever there is a sunny day, he hangs out the quilt himself to dispel the strong smell of sulfur.

One day, Mu Zhen came back from an activity by the small river in the south of the village, and Mu Bao ran over to Mu Zhen: "Brother, they all said that you stink, I came to smell it, do you really stink?" Mu Zhen was so ashamed that she didn't know what to say.

"Get out of here!" Mu Zhen rebuked angrily.

Mu Zhen understood that the family had already guessed what they were doing, but they were just embarrassed to explain it to themselves. In the past few days, fortunately, I secretly went to the poplar forest in the south of the village to smear sulfur and there was something that has not been discovered by the family, the medicine smeared may have really worked, the original itching on the body has disappeared in the last two days, the original blisters have been significantly reduced, and it is estimated that after a few more days, the scabies will be completely eliminated.