In summer, there is more rain and the weather is changeable.
The sky was still clear when Su Qingluan left the courtyard, but within a quarter of an hour of arriving at the village, dark clouds gathered in the sky and a drizzle began to rain.
The summer rain doesn't feel cold, but it's just that the weather was already very hot, and there was rain without wind, which added a layer of moisture to the sticky feeling on the body.
However, in this era, it is absolutely impossible to wear a cool and heat-dissipating outfit like suspender shorts. You can only let the coarse cloth clothes stick to your body with dampness, which is very uncomfortable.
But it was also better because of the many layers of sleeves. After Su Qingluan felt that the weather had turned gloomy, he put the recruitment notice on his sleeves for safekeeping, so he didn't get wet.
When we arrived at the signboard, it looked a bit like a modern bus stop waiting for a bus. Under a rectangular pavilion, there was not a long wooden bench for pedestrians, but a large wooden board instead.
There was a wooden barrel next to the wooden board, with a brush on it, which was dirty and black. Ninja Su Qingluan looked over in disgust, but it turned out that there was a small half bucket of glue inside, making it easier for passers-by to brush the glue. Stick the notice on the back of the paper.
There were many old and new notices on the board. Su Qingluan thought it could be used as a shelter from the rain, so she walked in, curious about what was written on it.
The things on the notices are basically the same as those at home. They are all weddings and funerals, or helpers are needed to support the scene and recruit help.
It doesn't cost much money for fellow villagers to help each other. As long as they take care of food and wine for the day, most of them will be willing to help.
The words on this notice are ugly and strange, but the beautiful ones are as if they were written by one person.
The font is very clever, but Su Qingluan has some calligraphy skills after all, so he has some appreciation ability.
She just felt that although on the surface, the character looked as elegant and elegant as Liufenghuixue, but upon closer inspection, there was a character like pine and bamboo in the pen, so-called soft yet strong.
Su Qingluan was secretly surprised: So there are still people in this small Huaxi Village who can write such outstanding calligraphy?
She didn’t know why, but just as she was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared in her mind——
Although the man looked pale and frail on the surface, his legs were not able to walk. But even though he was physically weak and confined to a wheelchair, he always had such a leisurely and indifferent demeanor, without any signs of depression.
The feeling that Mu Xingzhi gave her was exactly this kind of "character hidden within".
However, this idea only circulated in Su Qingluan's mind for a moment and then dissipated. She admired the handsome and ugly fonts with great interest for a while, and said to her heart, "Fortunately, I had some practice back then, otherwise I would be a fool." , the whole village watched the Chinese character "Climbing", but it is quite social."
I looked at the notices and found that many were from six months ago or even last year.
Some were half torn off, like pieces of rag hanging in the air, while others had begun to fade due to too much time.
Especially those near the bottom, due to the lack of protection from the eaves above, many were soaked in rain and even the writing was blurred.
Only then did Su Qingluan understand why Su Guangfu asked her to post the recruitment notice higher.
Su Qingluan looked up at the top notices, selected a blank corner that was half torn off, stood on tiptoes slightly, and marked the position of the piece of paper in his hand.
Then she frowned, picked up the dirty brush with two fingers in disgust, wiped the four corners behind the notice a few times, then immediately threw the brush back into the bucket and posted the notice.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that since it was raining, she would hide here for a while and wait until the rain subsided a little before going back.
However, as we waited and waited, the rain did not decrease, but had a faint tendency to get heavier.
If we keep waiting like this, it will get dark.
It's not like there are street lights in modern times. At night, it's really hard to see.
What's more, her clothes are all wet now. If she wears them like this, she might catch a cold. In modern times, colds are generally considered minor illnesses as long as they do not develop into myocarditis.
However, in this age without antibiotics, any cold or fever can be fatal.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan decided not to wait any longer, gritted his teeth, and simply planned to rush into the rain.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head and covered her head with her hands, and planned to run. As a result, she just rushed out of the pavilion where the sign was located and bumped into someone.
"sorry!"
"Feel sorry."
Su Qingluan stepped on the wet and slippery soil, and was about to throw herself into the street. Fortunately, she was pulled by the opponent to stabilize her body.
She couldn't help but look up and saw that the other party was wearing a black bun, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in black, except for a bamboo hat.
The man seemed to glance at Su Qingluan and whispered: "Did you get hurt, little brother? I was in a hurry just now and there were many collisions. I'm really sorry."
Su Qingluan was apologized by the other party, but she waved her hands and shook her head in embarrassment: "No, I was also anxious to go home and got irritated. I'm sorry."
Hearing this, the man looked at the sky, borrowed the bamboo hat on his head and handed it to Su Qingluan: "I'll give this to you so you can avoid the wind and rain."
"It doesn't have to be like this, I..."
Su Qingluan didn't have the nerve to ask for something from a stranger, so she quickly refused, but before she could say anything, the man turned around and rushed into the rain, disappearing in an instant.
"Although he should be a warm-hearted and good person, I still feel a little strange..." Su Qingluan whispered while wearing the hat.
But fortunately, thanks to this hat, Su Qingluan's return journey was less ravaged by wind and rain - at least he didn't have to be blinded by the strong wind and rain.
When Mrs. Yang heard that her eldest daughter had gone out, she prepared a change of dry clothes early, cut some ginger shreds, and prepared to boil some ginger water for her.
As soon as Su Qingluan entered the door, Yang pulled her into the room to change clothes.
"Why did I go out with a bamboo hat and get soaked all over?" Yang asked curiously.
Immediately, she took the bamboo hat and frowned: "This is not our bamboo hat. Where did you get this bamboo hat?"
Su Qingluan told the truth: "I just went to put up the notice, and when I came back, I met a kind-hearted person who lent it to me - but that person was very unfamiliar, and I didn't recognize him."
Yang said with a smile: "You have only been back for two months. There are people in the village who go out all the year round. It is normal if you don't know a few of them. Tell me what that person looks like, and I will know which family he belongs to." "
Su Qingluan nodded, recalling the man's appearance, and then frowned slightly: "That man... is a man."
Yang nodded and said, "Go on."
Su Qingluan thought for a while: "She shouldn't be old because she doesn't have a beard."
"That's not necessarily the case," Mr. Yang shook his head. "Some men don't like beards, so they naturally don't grow beards. Although such men are rare, they are not entirely absent."
Then he motioned to Su Qingluan to continue.
But Su Qingluan seemed to be suddenly speechless - she couldn't even describe the person's appearance.
