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Chapter 1083 - 561 Secretary Jiao Comes to Work_4

Chapter 1083: Chapter 561 Secretary Jiao Comes to Work_4

Because everyone did so, although some people said it wasn’t good, most believed that the water in the village, coming from the wells, was groundwater, which was very clean and posed no problems when drank.

Even the cowherding kids, when outside without access to well water, would search for springs by the river— who knows if those even counted as springs, but in some spots by the river, as soon as a hole was dug that could spout water, it was called a spring, and they drank that water!

Not many fell ill; people were robust back then.

It wouldn’t be right to say that there were no taboos, as there were still some. In the villages, there were various little stories, such as this one: A traveler, extremely thirsty when he arrived at a village, asked a local for water. An old woman in the village gave him a bowl of water and sprinkled some wheat husk in it, advising him to blow on it and drink slowly.

But the traveler wasn’t satisfied, poured out the water, scooped up another ladleful, and downed it in one gulp, and before he even reached home, he had a stomachache. Only then did he understand the old woman’s intention, which was to have him drink slowly...

This little story was meant to warn people that when extremely thirsty, one mustn’t gulp down water, especially cold water, as drinking too hastily could cause problems.

The ’experiences’ passed down in the countryside were very simplistic or, as seen by others, very backward. Some made little sense, but more often, they had a point.

For instance, the naughty children firmly believed in one thing: if you accidentally got wounded and bled in the river, all you needed to do was find some Echinocactus grusonii by the riverbank, chew it and apply it to the wound to stop the bleeding and everything would be fine.

But if the same thing happened in a pond, and you were accidentally cut by a shard of glass, this approach wouldn’t work; you had to wash the wound with alcohol first. Because the river water was "living water," whereas the pond water was "stagnant water." After being wounded in ’stagnant water,’ even if the bleeding was stopped, the wound could easily become infected later on.

The fact was indeed as such—of course, now it’s better not to try this, assuming the water wasn’t polluted. If you now got wounded in the river, it was advised to first disinfect it with iodine, get a tetanus shot, and perhaps even visit a hospital for a full physical and blood tests.

In conclusion, there were still many people, especially those living in the countryside, who thought that drinking untreated water was not a problem.

The water used at the construction site was also drawn from underground—everyone knew that normal groundwater was warm in winter and cool in summer, of course, hot springs excluded.

In such hot weather, it was easy to understand how tempting the freshly pumped, cool water was.

Yan Fei, without being too forceful, insisted on just one requirement—that no one should drink untreated water.

Yan Fei always worried about the pollution in the river, as even the mud by the river was black. His well was quite deep, yet with three sides surrounded by the contaminated river, it was still not as good as the area near the cattle farm!

So he emphasized, I can’t control, nor do I need to control, other places. But here on this job, no untreated water should be drunk—actually, the river water now, compared to before, was already so improved that without a close look, you couldn’t tell it had been polluted.

Sancha River had a saying: "Eat a man’s food, abide by his rules."

The workers thought similarly, at least most of them. Since they came here to work and earn money, they had to follow the local rules. Besides, not being allowed to drink untreated water wasn’t a big deal. There were basins and buckets of cooled boiled water everywhere at the site, and some even contained homemade teas, like willow leaf tea and orange peel tea.

But there were always exceptional individuals, like that rascal Lin Haihu.

This fellow, afraid to be seen drinking cold water by his peers, purposely went aside to drink, but there were people everywhere on the site, and Xiaosong from the cattle farm saw him.

They were all familiar with each other after all; last year, when that rascal was at the site, everyone got along quite well. So, Xiaosong didn’t make a big deal out of it and just casually mentioned it—in accordance with what Yan Fei said, anyone who broke the rule would be sent back and not allowed to continue working here.

Yet, the fellow refused to accept this, thinking that since we are all good buddies, you should have kept quiet! What’s there to say!

So he started arguing, complaining that Xiaosong was unjustifiable—someone broke boss Yan’s rule and you don’t punish him, yet the offender isn’t grateful, it’s an unlucky situation that can’t just be easily explained away...