Although there are many people like Uncle Sun who have their own little abacus, there are not many people who are simple-minded. After all, small mountain villages like Huaxi Village have simple folk customs. Even if they have "little abacus", it is nothing more than It’s just like “getting a good position and earning more money”.
Although there are occasional oddities, such as the Zhao family before, they are still very few. Everyone felt relieved when Su Qingluan wrote his name on the registration list. Some people had no work for a while, so they stood there basking in the sun and doing household chores together.
Some people saw Su Qingluan's thick dark circles, and others noticed that she kept rubbing her eyes and covering her mouth while yawning, so they asked her if she didn't sleep well last night.
Naturally, it was impossible for Su Qingluan to tell the truth about her knocking on the door of a grown man, Mu Xingzhi, in the middle of the night. Otherwise, if she didn't care, no one could tell what the news would be like. At that time, it will be troublesome for both Mu Xingzhi and his family.
So she said vaguely: "Hey, wasn't it raining a while ago? My parents and younger brother got caught in the rain and got cold when they came back. My younger sister lives in the same house as my parents and also got sick. I am the only one in the whole family. A healthy person is on tenterhooks all day long and dare not sleep too deeply at night."
This isn't really a lie.
Although Yang and Su Guangfu each swore more than the other that each of them would take care of the child and she would not have to worry about it, the headaches and brain fevers these days were not something that would be solved by "taking two pills and causing water" in later generations.
Therefore, Su Qingluan is always a little worried until everyone recovers completely.
When someone asked how the situation was, Su Qingluan didn't want everyone to worry - or worry was of no use - so he smiled and said: "I asked the doctor to give me some medicine, checked my pulse, and rested inside. Still waiting."
When Yang asked Su Qingluan to go in and take a rest, she washed the dishes, and later she coaxed her daughter to go back to her room to rest. Su Guangfu was on the other side with his son. Other less important housework was thrown aside. I originally planned to let Su Qingluan catch up on her sleep and feel better, or simply wait for everyone to recover from illness before doing it.
As a result, not long after Su Qingluan lay down, someone came.
Although Su Qingluan didn't mean to blame everyone, everyone has had illness in their family, and they understood that Su Qingluan was definitely very tired now, so someone suggested: "Anyway, it's just a name. Let's Is it possible that such a large number of people can still be stumped by this little thing?"
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Su, please go and have a rest. It looks like your black eyes have been beaten."
"You are like a dog and can't spit out ivory, are you? How can you talk? Madam Su, please ignore him and go and have a rest. Leave this matter to us."
Everyone was talking about it and told Su Qingluan to just rest. Others asked everyone to keep their voices down.
Su Qingluan: ...Although she really wants to believe that everyone wants to help her, she still can't believe in the literacy level of these people...
She didn't hide it and asked the question directly: "Do you know how to write the names of the people in the village?"
As soon as this sentence came out, half of the people in the village were dumbfounded: even a few illiterate people in the village, such as Yang and Su Guangfu, were considered "educated people", but there were many people who were truly "illiterate".
However, there were still a few who said, "Hey, what's so difficult about this? You can always write your own name, right? Everyone knows some of the characters more or less, and the commonly used names are just those characters."
The other party was so confident in what he said. At this point, Su Qingluan couldn't say something like "What if there's a word that no one can write" to throw cold water on it. He could only put it down with some worry: "Is there a word that I don't understand?" Let me know which eldest girl or daughter-in-law is calling me in my room.
He said and pointed in the direction of his room.
In fact, it is also because she basically only slept for more than an hour yesterday, and she was not able to sleep well because of something on her mind. Now she is seriously exhausted in terms of physical strength and energy. To be able to stand here and greet people with a smile, she is completely an adult. The soul does not allow itself to act like a real child.
But this body is really the body of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and it cannot fully support its owner for a long time. Therefore, no matter how worried Su Qingluan is now, she can only leave this matter to these people.
The result of being too tired was that Su Qingluan fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. When she got up again, she looked at the light outside - although she didn't know the specific time, it was definitely afternoon.
Su Qingluan remembered those people who recorded who had applied for the job, and hurriedly went outside to see.
Most of the people had left, only one little girl was left - none other than Zhaodi.
She was still a little afraid of strangers, but when she saw Su Qingluan, she happily ran over and handed over the list.
Su Qingluan looked around: "Where are the others?"
"They all went back. I was the last one to come, and they asked me to give this to you."
Su Qingluan looked at her little face that was already a little red from the wind, and frowned slightly: "How long have you been here?"
"Not... not long." Zhaodi lowered his head and whispered.
This reaction seems to have been "for a long time"! Su Qingluan sighed.
In fact, everyone probably didn't mean to cause trouble to this little girl, but she was too soft-tempered to recruit disciples. She would not refuse even a few nice words from others. She became an errand boy and was pushed around by everyone.
This character problem cannot be corrected in a short time, but Su Qingluan still said: "Next time you encounter something like this, if no one wants to do it and pushes it to you, don't agree."
"But... someone has to do it..." Zhaodi whispered.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Then let me do it. I am the shopkeeper and make the most money, so it is normal to worry too much - and if I am too busy, others will help me."
Zhaodi's eyes were a little confused, and he obviously didn't understand what Su Qingluan really meant. However, Su Qingluan didn't think this kind of thing could be explained in a few sentences, so he patted her on the shoulder and asked: "The cold wind has been blowing at the door of my house for so long. Do you want to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"
Zhaodi quickly shook his head when he heard this: "I have to go home, otherwise my parents will scold me again..."
Su Qingluan thought for a while, took out a few copper coins from his arms, counted them, there were almost a dozen, and put them all in Zhaodi's hand: "Take it and tell me to run some errands for you." It’s too late to go back.”
"But……"
"You've waited so long, you deserve this."
Upon hearing this, Brother Zhao showed a grateful smile, turned around and trotted away.
And Su Qingluan opened the first page of the list with great anxiety - as expected, the font cannot be said to be ugly and weird. Anyway, if you catch an insect and crawl it twice on the paper, it will probably be better than this one. The ghost-drawing symbol with a cross on the right side of the ink is neat.
After all, the insect's legs are thin, so it won't paint the entire paper in pitch black.
There were still a few words on the first piece of paper that he could barely recognize. Su Qingluan sighed, calmed down his blood pressure, and mustered up the courage to turn to the second page, but was stunned.
