"When the Health Clinic gets its ridgepole, we'll build a brick medicine platform under the pharmacy windowsill, keep it warm with sawdust, and then the angelica and astragalus won't freeze."
Wang Jianguo fastened his bandages tightly, his voice muffled inside his cotton hat.
"We must set off a string of firecrackers and bury a jar of grain liquor beneath the foundations. The elders say this is the 'root-staking wine.' Drink it, and a man becomes anchored to the land."
Chapter 739