I blurted out, "Chopping sores? ”

"What's the sore on your head?" Dou Dabao asked.

I said, "Chopping sores is a folk saying, and in Chinese medicine, it is called aphthous sores, also known as encephalopathy. Because the disease occurs in the neck, it looks like the marks left by the ancient beheading, so it is called beheading sore. ”

I don't know anything about medicine, but I also feel a little confused when I hear Jinghai say that the sick woman has a chopped head sore.

The old monk didn't show up from beginning to end, and the woman was wearing a high-necked sweater, and she couldn't see her neck at all, how could he think that the woman had a head sore?

Moreover, even in the past, chopped sores were not a terminal disease that could not be looked down upon, let alone that medicine is so developed now. What that woman wants is really a sore on her head, and if she finds a tertiary hospital, most of them can be cured, so how could she end up where she is now in order to seek medical treatment?

Jinghai seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "It's true that the woman got a sore from her head, but there is a chance that there are other things to do in this family." Let's not care about the side first, the doctor's parents' hearts, just with a gesture, to cure her sores. ”

It is said that to find a doctor and ask for medicine, at least go to the pharmacy, but Jinghai asked us to find a vegetable market nearby.

As soon as she stopped the car, Pan Ying couldn't sit still. I saw her groping around and asked her what she was going to do.

Her face flushed slightly, "I'm really hungry, I'm ...... I don't have any money on me. ”

I patted my brain, "Hey, why did you forget this stubble." Alright, you come with me. ”

She took Pan Ying out to eat, but at this moment, she lost the interest in going to the restaurant, and only swallowed at a baked cake stall at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The stall sells the well-known local hanging oven baked cakes, and the freshly baked baked cakes are crispy on the outside and inside, not to mention Di Jinlian, a female ghost who has not eaten fireworks in the world for a long time, even Ji Yayun is greedy.

I asked the boss to bring me five, and as soon as I gave the money, Pan Ying grabbed a baked cake from the basket and opened her mouth to bite it, snorting and inhaling, but she was reluctant to let go.

I just watched it funny, and said to Ji Yayun: "Have you ever eaten a serious hanging oven baked cake?" ”

Ji Yayun glanced at me, "There are also those sold outside our community, isn't it sesame salt baked cakes, what else is not serious?" ”

"Hehe, just by hearing you say that, you know you're not a local."

I took the biscuits and beckoned the two women to come to a nearby deli stall, "Boss, give me ten yuan of beef residue." ”

The local roast beef is also a must, marinated beef marinated out, cut into large pieces and fried in warm oil over low heat, take a bite, it is really fragrant. If there is any shortcoming, it is that the beef is too crispy, and the outer layer falls straight down when it is cut. After selling it for a long time, the meat basket is a crispy beef residue.

When I was a child, I followed my grandfather to the market every time, but whenever I saw the seller of hanging oven baked cakes, I didn't go, pestered my grandfather to buy two, took it to the beef stall next to it, cut the baked cakes, and sandwiched five cents of meat scraps, which tasted so beautiful.

Ji Yayun took a roast cake with beef residue and said, "I haven't tried this way of eating." ”

As a result, the big beauty took a bite, and then completely ignored the reserve. Pan Yingna didn't eat anything, and almost bit her finger several times. It didn't take much time for us to eat the five baked cakes.

Seeing that I was back at the baked cake stall, Ji Yayun hurriedly said, "I'm full." ”

I smiled: "You're full, don't care about Dabao?" ”

Jing Hai suddenly said loudly: "I said Boss Xu, don't patronize and eat, we haven't done anything yet." ”

My face was hot and I secretly asked him what he wanted to buy.

Jinghai said: "Let's not talk about it first, you just tell the boss directly, buy a baked cake, it must be able to cure gangrene." ”

If someone else said this, I thought that the other party was making fun of me, and eating a baked cake would cure the disease, but that wasn't nonsense.

But I knew that Jinghai would not engage in such a prank, and after a little hesitation, I told the owner of the baked cake stall what he had said.

The seller of the baked cakes is also old, and after just one glance at me, he picked up the fire hook that poked the hearth, "Heh, I see that you are not very old, how do you still know this earthwork?" I said little brother, it's not that this method can't be used, but if it's really serious, then you still have to go to the hospital. ”

He said that his hands were not idle. First, he took a large piece of ash from the hearth, smashed it with a fire hook, and made a 'baked cake' the size of a bowl with the dough. It's just that this pancake was not baked over the fire, but just a piece of oily bread with ashes.

The boss put the dough cake in a plastic bag, handed it to me and said:

"It's a cure, so I don't take any money. But I don't have any sesame oil here, so I'll tell you, just go down here and go to the Huazi Oil Mill. You tell him that the sesame oil you buy is not for eating, but for healing, and the 'old slippery head' will know what to give you. ”

Leaving the baked cake stall, Ji Yayun finally couldn't help asking: "Why haven't I heard that raw dough can cure diseases?" What is sesame oil used for? ”

I said, "You haven't heard much." The key is that you go to the supermarket to buy groceries, do you know which way the door of the vegetable market opens? ”

Ji Yayun bit her lip, squinted at me and said, "If you don't know, just say you don't know, do you need to pretend with me?" ”

I said, "It's really not pretending, I've really heard of this earthwork for scabies, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes." ”

As he spoke, he found the mill that the owner of the baked cake said. However, the door of this workshop is open, but most of it has been emptied, and there are no oil grinding iron pots, only a few plastic oil drums are piled up randomly.

As soon as we saw the situation, a little old man with a leather pocket waved at us and said, "Don't look at it, don't do it, go to another house." ”

The old man must be sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair and a rickety figure, but a face that was round and red, not only did he not have many wrinkles, but he also had a pair of round eyes of the same style as the tall and fat man, which looked a little funny.

I said in my heart, no wonder the boss of the baked cake said that he was an old slippery head, and it really lived up to his name.

Workshops of freshly ground sesame oil are not absent now, but they are also rare. I was afraid that it would be troublesome to go somewhere else to buy it, and that the sesame oil I bought was not the right way, so I tried to say to the old man:

"Uncle, we buy sesame oil to cure diseases, so let's buy a little. You're here......"

"Yo, you're going to cure scabies?" Before I could finish speaking, the old slippery head rubbed his hands on his leather pocket, "The oil in my store has been processed in the morning, and there is still a little bit at home, why don't you go home with me to get it?" My house is not far from here, and I don't want your money, so I'll just ask you to do me a favor and help me carry the oil drum back. ”

Listening to what the old man said, I immediately agreed.

It's just that when the old slipper locked the door and walked outside the market with a few oil drums, Pan Ying suddenly said coldly:

"This old man is not a good man."