This year is a year of great calamity, and there are many people selling their sons and daughters. However, a month ago Mrs. Qiaoqian received a big order. The Zhongyong Hou Mansion in the capital wanted twenty little girls aged eight or nine. She After going through ten miles and eight villages to make purchases, the number of people is almost enough.
Mrs. Qian took a sip of tea with satisfaction and said to Han Caiwei: "Zhao Di! It's not impossible for you to sell yourself. The only thing is that this time Zhongyong Hou asked the little girl to only sign a death contract. The money, food and your eldest sister's Likewise, if you want to ask your parents to redeem you back in a few years, you won't win. It's a living contract. If you want to sign a living contract, you have to go elsewhere. The price is not so high. It's only six taels of silver. If you don’t provide food, you have to think carefully about it yourself.”
Aconite's decoction costs nine and a half taels, how can it be paid for six taels of silver? Han Caiwei was startled and opened her mouth several times. She didn't want to sign a death contract and wanted to back off. But when she thought of Wu Tou's pitiful appearance slumped on the bed, she was heartbroken and gritted her teeth and said, "A death contract is a death contract!"
Mrs. Qian took out a piece of paper, raised her head and asked her: "Your eldest sister's name is Han Caijing, do you also have a name?" Hearing this, Han Caiwei couldn't help but be stunned. Sure enough, it was not without reason that God arranged for her to travel here. . He only stayed for a moment and quickly replied: "Well, my name is Han Caiwei." He gestured with his hand how to write the word "wei".
Mrs. Qian praised her, "It's a good one. She actually knows how to write her own name!" Feeling even more satisfied, she grabbed a handful of maltose and asked her to hold it. Han Caiwei declined a little, took it and put it in her sleeve pocket. .
The brown rice will be delivered when we pick her up tomorrow morning. Han Caiwei pressed her fingerprints, took eight taels of silver, and left Mrs. Qian's house to go to Jia Langzhong.
Jia Langzhong's home was in the village. Han Caiwei gave him the money and waited for him to prescribe the medicine. Then she came home with the medicine, dug out a broken casserole in the kitchen, cooked the pain-relieving soup, cooled it so that it was not so hot, and fed Aconitum Drink it.
The Chinese medicine soup was very bitter. Aconite took a few sips before drinking it down. His face wrinkled and he grinned in pain.
Han Caiwei took out a piece of maltose and brought it to his mouth, "Here, it's sweet, so it won't be bitter." Wutou was the youngest and a son. Han Dalang and Wang loved him the most. They always loved him when they went to town. After buying snacks for a few pennies, Daya and Zhaodi couldn't eat more than a few bites, so they both gave Wutou teeth as a sacrifice.
Wutou hadn't seen snacks for half a year. When he saw the maltose, his eyes were bright. He took the candy and was reluctant to eat it all. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, then smashed it with his mouth. He raised the corners of his mouth and eyes with satisfaction. With a crooked smile, she took Han Caiwei's hand and said sweetly: "Second sister, you are so kind!"
Mrs. Wang saw a pile of medicine in the outer room. There was a precedent for Da Ya to sell herself. She was afraid that Zhao Di would imitate her sister. She was so panicked that her legs couldn't control her and she felt weak. She opened the door and asked Zhao Di loudly. , "Zhaodi! Where's this old drug? Jia Langzhong gave it to you on credit?"
Han Caiwei put down Wutou's little hand, patted it, and forced a smile, "Mom, Wutou fell like this. If you die for a long time, you will become disabled. We can't delay it any longer, but we don't have enough money at home. I just went to pay for it." My mother-in-law, I signed a deed of sale and took eight taels of silver to buy these medicines. Tomorrow morning, I will have twenty kilograms of brown rice delivered to me."
Mrs. Wang's eyes were red and her voice was trembling, "Zhao Di! How young are you? Your parents are responsible for the money for Aconitum's medicine."
Han Caiwei held back her tears and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry. Mrs. Qian said that I am going to the Zhongyong Hou Mansion in the capital. They are a wealthy family that has been rich for hundreds of years. There is no one who can be more blessed than this." As she said this, tears were about to flow down uncontrollably. She quickly pressed her eyes with her hands, and then said: "When the year is better, my parents will save some money and redeem Sister Da Ya first, and then come and redeem me." I."
Mrs. Wang couldn't bear to hear this anymore. God would not let anyone live anymore. One disaster after another happened to the family. First, the eldest girl was sold, and this time Zhaodi was sold.
But the aconite was lying there, and it would be disabled if not treated. Wang shook her mouth a few times, but couldn't say a word "no", so she cried and ran out covering her face.
Wu Tou stared at Han Caiwei with her big watery eyes, and called the second sister in a low voice, "Second sister, are you leaving like the eldest sister?" As she spoke, big tears fell down. , shoulders shaking with the sobbing.
"Well, the second sister also goes out to earn money like the eldest sister. Wutou, you stay at home and take medicine, so that your legs can heal quickly. When you grow up, you should study hard and become a high official with your talents, and then bring your sister back." After saying this, Han Caiwei couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Wu Tou, and the sister and brother hugged each other and cried.
Wutou's little hand held Han Caiwei tightly and kept her from letting go, staring at her with a pair of big eyes, fearing that she would sneak away. Han Cai fed him cornstarch batter again, and after feeding him some medicine, he patted his back and coaxed him to sleep. After all, the child couldn't hold on any longer, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he fell asleep in a daze.
After Wu Tou fell asleep, Han Caiwei entered the space, leaving only one plant of rice, wheat, and corn, and pulled out all the wild vegetables. Then she went to the outhouse to fill the water tank and bucket, and then came back and lay down next to Wu Tou. I hugged the little aconite and rubbed it, from the top of my head to the palm of my hand, over and over again, but I couldn't get enough of it.
Early the next morning, Mrs. Qian delivered twenty kilograms of brown rice and wanted to take Han Caiwei with her.
Mrs. Wang cried all night, her eyes were as swollen as walnuts. She hugged her again and again, reluctant to let go. She thought she had no feelings for Mrs. Wang, but her heart ached. "Don't worry, mother, I'm enjoying my blessing. I won't lose anything." My own."
Mrs. Wang was carrying a small baggage for Han Caiwei to use on the road. Han Caiwei snatched the baggage, turned around and ran out of the house. Mrs. Wang's face was filled with tears, and she ran after her until she fell. He didn't get up and just lay on the ground crying.
At noon last night, Han Dalang came back. When he saw Wu Tou fell down from the tree, Zhao Di sold herself to buy money for her brother's medicine. She beat her chest and cried again. She didn't go to work today, nor did she stand in the house. When I went to see Zhao Di off, I saw that Wang was chasing Zhao Di and fell down. He said "Oh" and went out to help her back home.
The couple silently moved twenty kilograms of brown rice to the west room. They saw several bundles of rice and wheat with ears, more than forty large corn sticks, four heads of Chinese cabbage, and a lot of wild vegetables piled on the ground.
"The Bodhisattva has shown his spirit again." Wang yelled and complained, "Bodhisattva! Why didn't you show up earlier! Why didn't you come to save my Zhaodi earlier!" In the east room, the aconite hand Holding a few maltose candies in her hand, she gritted her teeth and sobbed, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes to the pillow.
