The cattle dealer froze on the spot, staring at the packet of medicinal powder in his hand and wanting to cry.

There were several other calves with runny noses, and the cattle dealer didn't know whether it was necessary to call Dr. Zhou to take a look.

Xiang Shengnan and Xiaoduo also looked at each other, and the young couple who wanted to do something practical with their own hands while they were young were also on the verge of tears.

Finally, the cattle dealer is older and has experienced many things.

He took a deep breath and said to Xiao Duo and Xiang Shengnan: "Doctor Zhou is also tired, so let's serve the food first."

Xiang Shengnan frowned and stood there without moving.

From the early Qing Dynasty until nightfall, we waited for this result. Didn't we brag about Dr. Zhou's power before? Why did it end like this?

Xiaoduo also looked unwilling, "Dr. Zhou, this calf is seriously ill and you can't cure it, so forget it. There are several others next door. Go and have a look. Maybe it can be cured if the condition is less serious?"

Doctor Zhou was a little embarrassed.

Xiang Shengnan also said: "Yes, you have come here, so it cannot be that this one cannot be cured, and the rest are not even looked at? This does not make sense."

Dr. Zhou's face was full of confusion. Should he tell everyone the truth?

His grandfather used to castrate pigs for people, and most of the half-baked things he learned from his grandfather were used on pigs. He was serious about cattle...

Besides, very few farmers have cattle. Cattle, especially adult cattle, have very strong bodies and basically don’t get sick.

When the time comes when the plow cannot be pulled anymore, it is also old. Even if the old cow has a slight illness, the owner will basically not tell it and take the opportunity to sell it and slaughter it. Therefore, Dr. Zhou rarely has the opportunity to come into contact with this cow.

Such situations, no experience at all.

"Then let's take a look!"

Doctor Zhou gritted his teeth and followed Xiang Shengnan and the others to the cattle pen next door.

After looking around, he took out several medicinal powders that were exactly the same as before from the medicine box and said: "Still these medicinal powders, sprinkle them in the grass for them to eat."

These medicinal powders are all for pigs, and they work well when used on pigs, but Dr. Zhou didn't dare to vouch for them when used on cows.

The Xiang family looked at the pile of medicine powder packets in their hands and felt powerless.

But what can we do? We can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Xiaoduo went to the kitchen to prepare for the meal, Xiang Shengnan went to prepare fodder and medicinal powder, and the cattle dealer and Yang Huazhong accompanied Dr. Zhou to dinner.

After dinner, Yang Huazhong's family of three returned to the village.

On the way back, Yang Ruoqing listened to Yang Huazhong and Sun's conversation about Niu Duzi without saying a word.

Yang Huazhong didn't ask her, because these things were different from those of the old Yang family. This was a matter of raising cattle, and no matter how smart his daughter was, she couldn't know everything.

After returning home, Yang Ruoqing took a shower and changed into dry clothes. She also washed the previous set of clothes that had the smell of a cattle pen.

After she finished, she didn't go to bed or sit down to read a book. Instead, she took a lantern and went to the backyard warehouse.

Move a dusty box out of the most inconspicuous corner...

She woke up early the next morning.

When I came back last night, I made an appointment with Yang Huazhong and Sun to go to the grassland today.

When they arrived at the pasture, they saw the cattle dealer standing lonely at the door, looking toward the foot of the mountain with a sad face.

Yang Huazhong greeted him from some distance away, and then he raised his hand with a wry smile and walked towards them.

"Why are you standing here?" Yang Huazhong asked.

The cattle dealer pointed to the foot of the mountain: "I just sent Doctor Zhou away."

"Ah? Are you leaving now? What's going to happen to Niu Calf?" Yang Huazhong asked in shock.

The cattle dealer shrugged and shook his head, "Just let fate happen!"

Mrs. Sun rushed to ask: "Was the medicinal powder last night effective?"

The cattle dealer shook his head, "It's useless. The nose that should be running is still running, and another calf can't get up."

"What?" Sun's heart sank to the bottom, and her last bit of luck was shattered.

Yang Huazhong looked at the figure at the foot of the mountain that gradually condensed into a black dot, and spat: "Reputations are made by shouting, and this is just a half-empty bucket of water to show off!"

The cattle dealer also sighed heavily, "Before, it was all lip service, and I didn't see the real skills in my hands. Now something happened, I really learned what it means to be a talker, and it's my fault!"

When it came to blaming himself, the cattle dealer actually raised his hand and slapped himself.

Crisp and loud, unambiguous.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were shocked. When they saw the cattle dealer raising his hand and trying to hit himself, Yang Huazhong quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Brother Xiang, what are you doing? Stop doing this!"

Mrs. Sun was also advising beside her, "...You're not lucky. If something like this happens, how can you blame yourself?"

The cattle dealer was still upset.

Sixty taels of silver. My wife's dowry money was all put into it. If I lose all my money on this trip, how can I show my face to others?

"Lao San, Duo'er Niang, Qing'er, come in!"

The cattle dealer suppressed his grief and called Yang Huazhong and others into the yard.

Xiaoduo stood at the gate of the cattle pen holding Jiaojiao, her eyes were red, and she obviously hadn't slept much all night.

There was a rustling sound in the cattle pen.

"What is Sheng Nan doing?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Xiaoduo said nothing.

The cattle trader said: "I'm afraid that the calf yesterday may be dead. I asked Katsuo to get it out and then went back to the foot of the mountain to find a piece of land to bury it."

If a cow dies of illness and is not buried, the poisonous gas will spread and other cows will suffer.

"Brother, it would be a pity to bury it. It's better to eat it..." Father Xiang appeared from nowhere and struggled to suggest.

The cattle dealer gouged him out fiercely: "I have told you a hundred times that it is a sick cow, it is a sick cow. If you eat it, you will die!"

Father Xiang disagreed, "In the past when chicken plague broke out, my wife Sheng and I went out to pick up the unwanted dead chickens that others threw to the river and brought them back to eat. We just had to peel them off, wash them several times, and cook them together with other ingredients such as chili, ginger, and garlic.

Once it’s cooked, it’ll be fine.”

"You can eat chickens with plague, but why can't you eat sick cows? It would be a pity to bury them!"

When Father Xiang said these words, one hundred and eight ways to cook tender beef flashed through his mind.

No matter which way it is cooked, if it is not worthy of half a pound of soju, then the meal will be soulless.

To Xiang's father, the cattle dealer was completely speechless.

He bent down and strode into the cowshed, intending to help Xiang Shengnan carry out the still-living calf.

Don't underestimate this calf. Although it is far smaller than an adult bull, it still weighs one hundred and fifty sixty pounds. It is really difficult to lift it there without two or three strong laborers.

The cattle dealer was about to call Yang Huazhong to come over and help, when a figure squeezed in.

"Uncle Xiang, Shengnan, please don't rush to carry it and bury it first, let me take a look at it later."

The speaker is Yang Ruoqing.

The Xiang family stopped what they were doing and both raised their heads to look at her, not understanding what she wanted to see.

She took out a wooden box from behind and said to everyone: "This is the medicine I dug out in the warehouse last night after I returned home. There were many mules and horses in the transportation team back then. It was inevitable that the mules and horses would travel long distances to deliver goods because they were not accustomed to the climate.
Chapter completed!