The small stove maker's family is more lively these days, his family is next to the mill, just laid oats, people are busy grinding oats into oat noodles. The men and women were busy in the yard, and they all forgot that the 6-year-old tiger was still in the mill.
The little furnace maker's wife, that is, the Tiger Lady, swirled the ponytail Luo sieve noodles, suddenly remembered her son, and exclaimed: "Amazing! "Hurry to the mill.
, come on! After a few shouts, the people in the courtyard all rushed to the mill. In those years, children often went hungry, leaving an ignorant child in the mill, and something had to happen!
Oat shells are multi-faceted and less, the stone grinding fan "rumbles" and turns, the white flower or yellow chengcheng flour is slowly pushed out from the neat and uniform grinding mouth, the bran bran shell rolls down to the bottom of the grinding table, and the thin fine noodle end hugs the spike. The "tip of the noodles" is the fine noodles, at this time, the tiger does not know how much noodle tip has been eaten.
The tiger covered his stomach and was helped out by his mother. I saw that the child's nose and mouth were full of flour. "Tiger, how much did you eat?" Swallow it? Mouth full, quickly pull out! "A few people had seven hands and eight feet, patting and clapping, pouring water, and rubbing their stomachs.
Someone said: "Look at the way the child covers his stomach, I'm afraid I'm eating too much." Do not irrigate at first. As soon as the soup water went down, the raw noodles swelled, and the baby's gastrointestinal skin was thin, and it was about to hang. ”
"Daddy, what to do?" Damn me! Whew! "Tiger Lady knows to cry."
"At present, only the scream is spit out, and the row cannot be discharged." The little stove maker looked flustered, rubbing his hands sharply, not knowing what to do.
An old man rubbed the child's stomach while saying to himself: "In the past, when Grandma Chunhua was alive, she used moxibustion to cure such a child, and I didn't know if Chunhua learned her grandmother's craft..."
Go and call Spring Flower! Tiger Lady ran out in a hurry, and the Central People found spring flowers.
Chunhua ran in front, and a few women saw it: "Hey, thanks to the fact that people didn't wrap their feet at that time, or they had to exhaust her." ”
When Chunhua was a child, her grandmother felt sorry for her, saying that my baby's feet would not grow up, would not be entangled, and suffered from that living sin. Thanks to not wrapping her feet, her family had to be a mile away from Huzi's house, if she wrapped her feet, she would be able to arrive!
Seeing the spring flowers, people shouted, "Spring flowers, quick, tiger, he swelled..."
From the time the child swallows the dough to the present, it has been two or three hours, the child's stomach has swelled, but the hand is still undulating on time. It can be seen that the child is already very uncomfortable, his two arms are constantly extended, and his calves are already struggling when they twitch.
"Mugwort, mugwort!"
Haruka pressed the tiger's belly with her left hand, tapped her right hand, and shook her head slightly.
Ai Ye had already prepared it, old, soft and fluffy.
The room and courtyard were full of people, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. Yes, people here have experienced too many tragedies of probing children, holding children, and throwing children, and they no longer want to hear the sound of crying children - many familiar and warm little faces can not be seen.
Chunhua said to the child in pain, "Tiger, my baby, sleep first, the eldest lady will knead it..."
The tiger was speechless, staring at the spring flower, two drops of crystal tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, and then closing his eyelids.
Chunhua asked the woman to help boil some boiling water, and the man went to the green soil ditch to dig some white soil, and quickly rubbed the mugwort with a little skill. Everyone acted in unison, and the grass sieve on the cornice was immediately filled with conical moxa velvet.
Spring flowers begin moxibustion.
First gently apply to the belly with warm boiling water and gently pat it. Let the moisture settle, dry and clean, cut off the thin garlic slices, paste them on the belly, and then attach the wormwood to the garlic slices. Light the moxa and change the short for the long. Around the navel, up and down the breasts, the soles of the ankles and feet, densely packed, arranged in an orderly manner. Burn for a while, and the white clay and the mud are smeared all over the body. Wait until the water dries out, then wash off the heavy moxibustion. Repeat it three times, pause for a moment.
Chunhua clenched her teeth, her eyes were fixed, and her hands were gently rubbing. From the navel to the stomach, from the left rib to the right rib, massage, knead, and listen quietly with the back ear against the belly.
"Gollum-Gollum-Gollum-""
"Oops, there's a bang!"
The sound of "grunting" became louder and heavier.
Chunhua asked Tiger Zi niang to take some torn old cloth and lining it under the child's buttocks. Some people say, too much trouble, here is the soil, first pad, no pad and no tight.
Put a basin in front of his mouth, and he'll throw up.
Sure enough, the tiger's straightened limbs began to tremble, his belly was slightly undulating, and something flowed out of his legs below. Then, the mouth began to open and close, and it looked like vomiting.
Everyone was agitated, and some people took the lead in calling out, but most just nodded and wiped away tears.
Spring Flowers signaled everyone not to be happy. I saw her hands stretched out flat, busy covering her belly. The sunken navel is bulging again around it. Repeat it several times, and then push it again to the two ribs. Repeatedly, without interrupting (she later explained that she was not afraid to leak up and down, only to vent too quickly. From moxibustion to vomiting and diarrhea, the light is not a big problem; if it is swollen badly, it must be slowly excreted; it is excreted too quickly, the middle of the intestine is thin, it is impossible to pull, and it will often rupture, then it cannot be treated).
First the water was drawn, then there was mucus, and then the fecal dough was slowly discharged.
The child slowly opened his eyes and saw the light of day again.
Villagers of all ages are watching and waiting. The courtyard was black and pressed against a piece of human head, flour, egg pinching, carrying pockets, carrying baskets, knowing that the children were hungry and swollen, almost died, and everyone came to wipe their tears.
"It's all right! How sinister..."
"Spring flowers, eat something quickly." Tired..."
"Can the baby eat it?" These eggs..."
Spring flower reminds that the child's stomach is weak and cannot eat first.
"First let the baby slow down for a while, after a while burn some clear soup, smooth the intestines, the soup should be warm, remember ..."
Haruka asks her uncles and aunts to go back. The small furnace maker family is less. The six-year-old tiger walked away from the ghost door and retrieved a life.
■ Text/Adapted from "The Past of Yue Yue" (published by Lei Zhange published by Huashan Literature and Art Publishing House)
■ Editor / Jia Lifang
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