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There is no need to mention the feudal oppression of the spirit, and many deep pains, because they are not conscious, are not painful. Let's talk about my mother's illness. Hey, since I have a memory, I have seen my mother suffering from such and such diseases. First, there was a "pain in the heart", which happened every spring, and the pain lasted for many days. I went to the clinic to buy two painkillers to eat,water bottling line, but it didn't work. I wanted to ask the doctor to see me, but I had no money. The money was stuck in my grandmother's hand. Of course, I would not spend money to see a doctor for a daughter-in-law I didn't like, so I had to rely on it to find some free folk prescriptions to cure it. My sister took me to a family that had just given birth to a child to pick up egg skins, which were baked in a pot, mashed with garlic mortar, and then drunk by my mother. Another folk prescription is to spread out an egg cake, which is wrapped with four taels of ginger and eaten at one time. I remember that after my mother ate the ginger egg cake, she rolled on the Kang in pain,Edible oil filling machine, and her clothes and hair were soaked with sweat. At that time, I thought that any stomachache was cold and ginger was hot, which could be cured.All the donkeys who pushed the mill starved to death, so she had to treat the woman as a donkey. In the 1960s, none of my family starved to death, thanks to my uncle who worked in the supply and marketing cooperative. My aunt is not very nice, but my uncle is very nice. He gave me a doctor pen and bought me shoes. When our life was most difficult, my uncle brought back a sack of cottonseed cakes from the supply and marketing cooperative, which is not even eaten by pigs now, but at that time, when even the grass roots and bark were eaten up,plastic bottle making machine, it was undoubtedly the most beautiful food in the world, not only food, but also a life-saving panacea. We ate cottonseed cakes through the most difficult years. There is no point in such an article. Let's stop here. 13 June 1999. gzxilinear.com