"Ms. sir, I called Mr. Li over."

Su Qiu was standing next to the shed, followed by Old Man Li. She just heard the noise in the pig shed and hurriedly called Old Man Li to help.

Old man Li took a look and realized that he was the right person to approach him for this matter. He had grown up in a rich peasant family and was familiar with these things.

He leaned on a wooden crutch and slowly walked in front of the two of them, patted Shen Zechuan on the back and nodded to him.

"Mr. Shen, you have done a good job, I have embarrassed you. Next, do as I say."

With the help of Uncle Li, the old sow gave birth to 11 piglets smoothly, and the last 5 piglets lay on the ground as if they were dead.

Old Man Li picked up the little pig, opened its eyes, looked at it, and gave it a slap. The head of the little pig was drooped to its wrists, and its limbs were hanging down.

"These pigs are dead."

Old man Li put down the pig and said helplessly.

"It should be fake death."

Shen Zechuan recalled the class taught by the university teacher and responded to Old Man Li. In previous classes, the piglet would appear to be in suspended animation when it was born. There were several ways to wake up the piglet. The most common method was to catch the piglet. Use your hind legs and head to shake it hard.

You can also apply high-concentration liquor on the piglet's nose to stimulate its nerves and wake it up.

The third method is to use a piece of reed grass to tickle the pig's nostril and swirl it in a circle to induce him to sneeze and wake up.

The fourth method is to give artificial respiration to pigs...

Among the four methods, the most practical one is still the first. Shen Zechuan lifted the piggy's hind legs, held its head, and shook it gently. With his skill, if the swing was too large, it would really die.

Yang Linrong imitated Shen Zechuan in a good way. The little pig suddenly opened its eyes and struggled vigorously in her hands. She was so frightened that she staggered and fell into Shen Zechuan's arms.

"Oh, Mr. Shen, I have offended you so much."

Yang Lingrong leaned on Shen Zechuan and looked up at him with gluey eyes. She couldn't let go of this good opportunity, so she pretended to be weak and held her forehead.

Shen Zechuan supported Yang Lingrong, his arms were slightly heavy, and he asked worriedly.

"No way, Miss Yang, please rest."

Shen Zechuan helped Yang Lingrong sit in an open place outside the house where the air was good. Su Qiu also followed him, fearing that something might go wrong.

Su Qiu didn't take a few steps before she started to retching and cried uncomfortably.

When Shen Zechuan saw this, he quickly patted his wife on the back to comfort her.

"Madam, I asked you not to come in. The smell here is strong. You are not in good health and you cannot smell this smell."

Shen Zechuan touched his wife's little head distressedly. She was the daughter of a wealthy family and was fed and clothed with the best. How could she withstand the torture of this smell.

"I can't help you, and I'm making you worry, so I'm really of no use!"

Su Qiu wiped the tears from her face, clasped her right hand with her left hand and murmured.

"Silly lady, you are just helping me by staying with me..."

Mentioning this, Shen Zechuan suddenly thought, isn't he just missing a wisdom bag? With my wife's intelligence, it would be just right to help him.

"Lady..."

Shen Zechuan was about to speak, but his words stopped abruptly.

He saw a huge ball of mud rolling towards him, carrying a big shovel with it.

"Brother Shen! Brother Shen is not good!"

Shen Zechuan rubbed his eyes and took a closer look and saw that it was Zhong Yao.

Zhong Yao's whole body seemed to be pulled out of a mire. The mud on his face mixed with sweat dripped on the ground. He wiped it with his big hand, revealing two black eyes.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhong?"

Shen Zechuan took out a piece of linen cloth from his body and gave it to Zhong Yao, telling him to wipe his mouth. Mud filled his mouth, making it difficult to hear what he said.

"Something happened in that mud pit! A villager fainted while digging!"

"Fainted?! Madam, I'll tell you when I get home."

Shen Zechuan hurriedly ran towards the mountainside again, and the mud from Zhong Yao's body splashed onto his body, leaving a brown streak on his body.

Here, Yang Lingrong became jealous, moved his stool to the side of Su Qiu, and asked curiously.

"Are you pregnant?"

Su Qiu suddenly opened her eyes wide, blinked a few times, and said with a smile.

"No way, this matter hasn't been solved yet."

"No..."

When Su Qiu said this, she sighed. There are so many women here, and the most important thing is Li Jiaojiao. I don't know when she will come to see my husband. She has no power. Does your husband like that?

Yang Linrong nodded thoughtfully, took Su Qiu's hand and comforted her.

"Don't worry, there will always be something."

Yang Lingrong was very happy. This meant that she also had a chance. It would be great to be little sisters with Su Qiu, but it would be difficult if the two dogs came back.

...

Halfway up the mountain.

Shen Zechuan ran so fast that he tripped over some gravel on the road and ignored the pain, fearing that there was something wrong with the villager.

The scene was very chaotic. The excavated soil and gravel were piled randomly at the mouth of the well. The tools were indistinguishable, and they were lying on the ground one after another.

Several people surrounded a strong man, who closed his eyes tightly and lay on the ground.

Shen Zechuan hurriedly came closer and gently pressed the aorta in his neck with the pads of two fingers. It was still there, and his heartbeat was still there.

"Brother Zhong, what's going on?"

"We were digging well. We said we were digging culverts together and finally connected them. I dug right up to him. When I saw him lying in the soil, I thought he was lazy, but I didn't expect he had fainted!"

Shen Zechuan suddenly wondered whether the fainting was caused by lack of oxygen. The only place in the channel that could be ventilated was the wellhead. The soil accumulated at the wellhead made it impossible for tools to circulate air.

"These things need to be put somewhere else, and the wellhead needs to be kept ventilated. Is there a light gourd in this hole?"

Shen Zechuan approached the cave entrance to check, and he immediately knew the problem. There was a waterproof light in the channel, but there was no thing that could warn of lack of oxygen.

"Lamp gourd?"

Zhong Yao had never heard of this thing, so he scratched his head naively, feeling that his knowledge was shallow, and smiled sheepishly.

Let's put it this way, oil lamp.

As soon as Shen Zechuan said these words, everyone looked at me and me in embarrassment. In these lean years, if there is any oil, it would be very embarrassing.

"Brother Shen, let alone a lamp, this oil is hard to find!"

Zhong Yao shook off the mud on his body and said helplessly with the dry dirt on his face.

Shen Zechuan thought about it, saying this is indeed embarrassing for everyone. There is no oil lamp selling in this mall, and some products are still locked. You need to upgrade to buy oil lamps.

Since there was no oil lamp, he had to do this. Shen Zechuan picked up a few pieces of gravel and sticks and began to drill wood to make fire.

After a while, white smoke burst out from the wooden stick, mixed with the light of stars.

Shen Zechuan asked Zhong Yao to take some wooden sticks to light a fire and stick them in the soil of the channel.

"That's good. Once the fire goes out, let the villagers come out and take a breath."

After saying that, Shen Zechuan saw the strong man raising his heavy eyelids and waking up.
Chapter completed!