The days flowed by slowly like running water. It has been more than thirty days since I came into this world. I am fed, wiped and massaged every day. If there is any change, the egg custard is changed from one meal a day to one every two days. Dun, it’s been five days now and I still haven’t drunk it. Han Caiwei sighed. She really couldn't get used to drinking cornstarch batter!
"Da Ya Niang, are you at home?" a woman shouted in a loud voice.
"Zai Li Zai Li, why did Aunt Zhang come over when she had time?" It sounded very similar to Han Caiwei's modern mother's voice, only slightly younger.
"I can't do it if I don't come! It's a bad year this year, and the work on the dock is obviously going to be impossible. We, the head of the family, haven't earned a penny for half a year, and the family is almost in trouble. Can you, eldest maid, pay me the money you owe me? Did you pay me back the half of your money?"
"Her aunt, please give me some time. Our family spent a lot of money on Zhaodi's medical treatment. We have almost sold all the food at home, and now we don't have a penny! Her father goes to the town every day to look for work, and earns The money will be repaid, if you wait a little longer, wait a few more days." Da Ya Niang, Mrs. Wang, accompanied Xing Xing and said soft words.
"Why don't you wait? As the old saying goes, it's not difficult to borrow money if you can borrow it again. When you came to borrow money from me, you said it was good, just use it for a few months. It's been more than two months, neighbors, neighbors, I That's interesting enough." Aunt Zhang's voice rose twice.
"I'm sorry, aunt, please don't worry. We will definitely pay back the money we owe you. Even if we sell the house or the land, we can't default on it." Mrs. Wang has been honest and responsible all her life, and has people come to the house to collect debts, with a look on her face. Can't hang on anymore.
Aunt Zhang grabbed Mrs. Wang, put her mouth to her ear and whispered: "Sister-in-law, I know that your family is in trouble. I have a Qiao Sect here who can solve the predicament in front of your old Han family."
It hasn’t rained since the beginning of spring this year. The river water is getting lower day by day. There are not many boats left at the pier. Uncle Zhang himself has no work to do. What kind of Qiao Zong can he introduce to his family?
Seeing that Mrs. Wang obviously didn't believe it and didn't answer her question, Aunt Zhang slapped her thigh and asked, "Has your Zhaodi been in bed for more than two months?"
Mrs. Wang nodded feeling sad. The second girl, who was originally so lively, lay there motionless every day, which was a terrible sin.
"I heard that Zhaodi can't speak, move, or even eat. Isn't that just a living corpse?"
"Her aunt wouldn't dare to say that. I, Zhaodi, am still out of breath?" Wang's heart was cut by a knife, and her face turned red with anger.
"Da Ya Niang, please stop being stubborn. I'm telling you, the Zhang Laocai family in Shanggang Village is going to arrange a secret marriage for their deceased eldest son. They will give them ten taels of silver and two loads of brown rice. Isn't that a good thing!" Aunt Zhang's eyes widened. Shine brightly and lobby hard. The middleman said that if this thing could be done, she would be given half a drop of money. She had already planned to pull two pieces of cloth and make new clothes for the whole family.
"Open your mouth, what are you talking about? Our Zhaodi is still angry and she's not dead. If you want to earn those ten taels of silver, why don't you let your Xiaozhi go to arrange a secret marriage for Zhang Laocai's family." Da Ya walked out from outside. He came in with his eyes wide open and his words sharp, obviously angry.
"Oh my God! Da Ya Niang, you don't care. What did Da Ya say? We, Xiao Zhi, are living well. How can we not get married in a dark way? I am also kind, but your family can't even open the pot. Zhao Di is like that, It’s just a money-burning pot that will drag your whole family to death sooner or later.”
Seeing that Wang was speechless, she knew that she was unhappy. She curled her lips and said, "What the hell are you treating your good intentions like donkey's liver and lungs?" She turned around, opened the door and went out. She closed the door with a bang and said, " I’ll give you another two days of grace, and you can go collect the money quickly. If you don’t pay back my half-earned money, I’m not done with you!”
Wang's eyes were lifeless, and she slumped on the ground helplessly, covering her mouth with her hands and crying softly.
Wutou saw his mother crying so anxiously, and stretched out his two small hands to pull his mother up, "Ooooo, what's wrong with you, mother? Get up, Wutou is scared."
Daya wiped her tears with the back of her hand and said, "Mom, no matter how difficult it is for our family, we can never sell out Zhaodi. She is still angry and alive!"
Mrs. Wang supported the ground with her hands, stood up slowly, held Daya in her arms with tears in her eyes, touched her sparse and brown hair, and said, "Don't worry, Daya! Your father will come home at noon next evening." , let him go to the village chief’s house and sell the land.”
Da Ya broke away from her mother's arms, raised her head and stared at Wang, and said loudly: "Mom, no, we only have five acres of land left at home. How can our family survive if the land is sold?"
Mrs. Wang lowered her head and touched the thinning face of her youngest son Wutou, smiled miserably, and said helplessly and decisively: "If we sell the land and still suffer from famine, our whole family will live as long as it lasts!"
Even though Wu Tou was young, he knew that this was not a good thing, so he was so frightened that he burst into tears. Da Ya looked at the pale Wang, stared at the aconite with tears falling off for a few more times, gritted her teeth and ran out.
"Da Ya, where are you going?" Wang chased her out.
"Mom, I'm going out to play for a while and I'll be back soon." Da Ya said vaguely, wiping her tears. After leaving the house, I ran aimlessly to the entrance of the village. I can't say it was aimless. Isn't the direction I ran in the direction of Mrs. Qian's house?
A hundred thousand grass and mud horses floated through Han Caiwei's heart. Oh my god, you allowed me to travel through time. Not to mention improving the living conditions at home, at least I wouldn't be a burden! Why just dress like a vegetable? This is a rhythm that drags down the whole family!
At noon, Han Dalang came home dejectedly, took out a bunch of big money from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Wang, "Mom, there is still no one recruiting workers in the town. These twelve big bucks are for people to repair their roofs." "
It hasn't rained since the beginning of spring, and the first crop of grain has been planted, which is as thick as a finger. This year's harvest is about to fail, and the second girl, Zhaodi, is still half-dead. How are we going to live like this! The five-foot-tall man had a sad face and sighed one after another.
Mrs. Wang took the money, turned around and put it in the poplar cabinet next to the bed, and sighed, "Master, after dinner, go to the village chief's house and sell our land!" Her eyes were red. With tears welling up in his eyes, he held back and said: "There is only a small half bag of brown rice left at home. It won't survive for a few days, and there is still money owed to Lao Zhang's family and Erdanzi's family. It's time to pay it back. This In the current year, no one is rich, so we can’t pretend to be ignorant if they don’t come to ask for it.”
"Do you still have the corn noodles? Zhaodi can't eat anything, so she drinks water. No one can move, just leave it to her." Thinking that the second girl was so thin that she was reduced to a skeleton, Han Dalang felt heartbroken.
"I still have three or four kilograms left. After selling the land, there is still famine. If I buy five kilograms of corn flour and twenty kilograms of brown rice, I should be able to survive for a month. Just wait until it rains!" It's just a good wish, who knows? I know when it will rain, hey!
The couple were discussing quietly, and Daya opened the door and walked in, saying to Han Dalang: "Dad, you are back, have you found any work?"
"No! Dad will find a job tomorrow."
"Father, mother, you can't sell prostitutes." Daya said with red eyes.
"This silly boy, who said he wanted to sell Zhaodi? Dad couldn't bear it." Han Dalang knocked on the smokeless pot.
"We can't sell our land either. How will our family live if we sell our land?"
"Da Ya, sell the land first. After a few years, when the economy is good and dad earns money, he can buy it back." Han Dalang coaxed the eldest girl, knowing in his heart that once the land is sold, it is unlikely to buy it back. But isn’t there really nothing we can do about it?
Da Ya glanced at her parents, said nothing, and returned to the west room silently.
