In front of the shack of Xia Xiucai's family, the scholar's wife sat on a wooden bench, holding a fan bone and silk cloth and skillfully stretching the thread.
Next to it, colorful silk threads were placed in a sewing basket at her feet.
Not far away, Xia Yuan was endorsing.
Touching the familiar embroidery cloth and silk thread, the scholar lady's delicate face was full of calmness and determination.
She has now found a place to call home.
Although my husband is ill and can no longer take the scientific examination, as long as he has the help of his mother-in-law, he can always live here and earn money to raise his children.
Although this place is poor, there is village chief Jiang here, and even though everyone is a homeless person living together, there is no theft or robbery.
I will no longer hear ridicules and bad words, nor will I worry about being knocked on my door to ridicule.
At this moment, a thin and white hand stretched out from the side: "Cymbidium, you want to embroider a fan again? I'd rather draw it for you for my husband!"
The scholar lady was startled, then looked back at Xia Xiucai, moved her mouth a few times, and then her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and she said hoarsely: "Okay, I want the flowers to fall!"
"OK!"
Xia Xiucai lifted up his clothes and sat on a bench with Han Huilan naturally.
He rolled up his sleeves again, leaned over and picked out a very finely-sharpened ink pen from the sewing basket, took the fan that his wife had just stretched, started writing directly, and started drawing in detail.
In three or two strokes, a rugged red plum tree leaps onto the cloth. The plum blossoms stand proudly, with a faint fragrance and sparse shadows!
The peach blossoms I originally wanted were falling, but they turned into plum blossoms in the snow on the snow-white fan.
Wrong drawing!
The scholar lady's eyes were red and she was holding back and didn't dare to make any sound.
Although Xia Xiucai drew the wrong picture, it still made her happy and excited.
In the past, all embroideries were painted by Xia Xiucai.
At that time, although there were many things going on at home, most of the relatives on my mother's side looked down upon me, my husband who had not been elected for a long time.
But he and Shuyan were in love with each other. Every day he read and embroidered by himself. Every embroidery pattern was drawn by his father-in-law himself, and the couple played the piano and played the piano in harmony.
But since he fell ill, Shu Yan stopped painting and became lazy and lethargic all day long.
He looked dull when facing his family. He only became excited when he was holding a book, and he read endlessly.
Although the manic and depressive symptoms gradually subsided in Xujiacun, apart from being dull, he would occasionally wake up, talk to his family, and teach Yuan'er how to read and read.
But like today, this is the first time that I take the initiative to draw patterns for myself.
The scholar lady just stared at Xia Xiucai blankly, tears finally falling down.
At this moment, Jiang Zhi came out of the shack while talking to Xia's mother, and saw this warm scene at a glance.
Xia's mother didn't say anything. She grabbed Jiang Zhi, who was still confused, and immediately pulled her back into the shack. She said in an excited voice, "Shu Yan hasn't drawn anything in two years."
Jiang Zhi also reacted and lowered his voice to Xia's mother: "Xiucai Gong is getting better day by day!"
"Yes, yes, let's not go out and scare them!"
So, Jiang Zhi and Xia Mu hid in the shack, looking at the two people sitting outside and giggling.
If other people saw the two women sneaking around and giggling outside, they would be arrested as voyeurs.
The deep wrinkles between Xia's mother's brows unfurled, and she whispered gratefully: "Village Chief Jiang, I really want to thank you for being able to settle here. If you hadn't sent us food and oil, our family would have been unable to survive."
She said and held Jiang Zhi's hand tightly.
Thousands of words turned into strength, and Village Chief Jiang, whom she was grateful to, immediately grinned.
Jiang Zhi smiled bitterly: "Sister-in-law Xia, it's a good thing that Xia Xiu is talented, but if you pinch me again, you will do bad things to me."
Mother Xia quickly let go: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I, I'm really happy."
The two whispered again.
Jiang Zhi said: "Xia Xiucai was despised and despised by others, and his mind was lost. I will ask people to praise him more in the future, and he will be good if he is praised every day."
She knew in her heart that Xia Xiucai suffered from depression and his self-confidence collapsed.
Heart diseases also require heart medicine. As long as you can regain your confidence, you can be cured.
After Xia Xiucai gets better, his own elementary school can be truly built, and Nini and Caixia can go to school in the future.
Xia's mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Although you are the village chief, you can't let others boast about it for no reason."
Although she said this, Xia's mother still had hope in her heart. Maybe she would really get better under the care of these kind people.
Jiang Zhi did not return to the mountain that day, but was busy arranging manpower.
I received tens of thousands of coils of mosquito repellent incense from the Huo family. If it was just layering, the eight people on the mountain could make it, but with the addition of grinding powder and drying various herbs, there would be no time to do it, so we had to recruit more people.
Fortunately, there are plenty of people for our own use now.
"Tian Gui, Gen You, Li Laoshi, I want to hire someone!"
As soon as Village Chief Jiang announced that he was hiring people, young men and women stood outside the warehouse.
Xia Xiucai held the pen and recorded seriously.
Jiang Zhi said loudly: "This time the time is tight, the task is heavy, and the salary is fifty cents per day.
For those who do well, I will reward you! One pound of pork, ten pounds of white rice, and one pound of clear oil! "
After she finished saying her reward, she expected laughter, but no one in the crowd below spoke. Instead, they all looked towards Xia Xiucai.
They inexplicably believed in Village Chief Jiang's words because they were all recorded by Xia Xiucai.
The world believes that the final word is written down. Hehe, it’s black and white on a piece of paper. As long as you finish the work, no one can forget about it!
Xia Xiucai was writing endlessly before he remembered all the wages and rewards. He was surrounded by people in an instant.
"Xiu Caigong's calligraphy is so beautiful! Each one is like a ball of cotton dung rubbed in spring."
"Xiucai Gong's face is also good! His eyebrows are eyebrows, his eyes are eyes, his nose is his nose, and his mouth is his mouth!"
"You've all finished talking. What did I say? Xiucai Gong's hair is good, as dark and dense as the ashes on the bottom of a pot. Ah, it's like splashing ink." Someone racked their brains to come up with a literate sentence.
"Xiucai Gong's hands are very long! They are so long and thin that they look like the hands holding the pen barrel."
In the crowd, Xia Xiucai's originally dull face turned into a confused state. He didn't understand why the villagers gathered around him and praised him!
Jiang Zhi was also a little confused.
She just said before recruiting workers that anyone in the village who wants to have a job in the future must please Xia Xiucai.
No need to give gifts, just a compliment every day.
This was a trivial matter, and now it was time to get to work. Immediately, everyone's mouths felt as if they had touched honey, and they started to praise Xia Xiucai.
Suddenly the social fear element meets the social terrorist.
Faced with this straightforward and simple compliment, no matter how dull Xia Xiucai was, he still blushed at the praise.
"You... you... me, me!" Xia Xiucai tried hard to say something, but his mind was so confused that he couldn't remember the words he wanted.
"Ah! Don't worry, Mr. Xiucai, we will all work seriously!"
"Yes, Mr. Xiucai, write my name on it!"
By the time more than a dozen people were clamoring to register their names in the employment book, Xia Xiucai was already staring blankly and rubbing his temples.
He felt like his head was going to explode.
Next to him, Jiang Zhi and Li Laoshi were prepared and looked at him worriedly.
As soon as Xia Xiucai did something wrong, he would be sent back immediately for a while.
Unexpectedly, Xia Xiucai's brain did not collapse. He only frowned and stood up unsteadily: "There are thirteen people in total, three of them are grinding powder, and ten of them are cutting down trees!"
