In addition, there is an old loom placed against the inner wall, with unfinished coarse cloth half on a shelf.
In front of the loom, a girl wearing a large red and green flowered coat sits on a low stool. She steps on a pedal and holds a shuttle in her hand. The cotton thread is weaving in and out, trying hard to weave the remaining cotton. She has to pause for a few breaths every time she shuttles. , a few slight coughs, obviously a sign of poor health.
Yue Guanchao observed carefully that although the girl was wearing a large cotton-padded jacket, her body was not able to match the big jacket at all. She looked like a child wearing an adult's jacket. Her wrists and collar were empty, and a withered and yellowed braid hung down her back, red. The hair rope was washed and turned white.
If you don't look at the hair on her head, she looks like a dry, thin old lady.
"Hua Ling, why are you getting up and weaving again? Hurry up and get under the covers. If you bring out your weakness again, you will suffer a lot."
Before he finished speaking, Zhe Tianyan quickly walked to the loom and forcibly helped the skinny girl named Hua Ling up.
The girl coughed a few times, tried to breathe into her nose, and said feebly: "Abba, I know my body. If I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely lie down on the kang. It doesn't matter if I get up and weave for a while. Our family has to do some work in winter." Using charcoal, the cotton weaved can also help support the family, so you don’t have to go out to practice stalls every day.”
"You, don't worry about this cotton cloth as soon as possible. We are most likely to get sick in winter. Hurry up and put the quilt on me and lie down~"
Without any explanation, Zhe Tianyan helped Hua Ling onto the kang, tucked her into the bed, and placed a soup filled with hot water.
Yue Guanchao took advantage of Zhetianyan to light a fire and boil water, and looked Hua Ling up and down.
This girl is not beautiful, but rather attractive. She has a face like a silver basin, watery apricot eyes, a translucent nose, and slight freckles on her cheeks. She should be young and beautiful, but she is a little more frail than her peers. Her face is unusually white, as if The paper pricks were bloodless, and the lips were withered and dry. The whole thing looked like a rose that was about to be dried out and fell over when the wind blew.
At the end, Yue Guanchao finally understood why the kang was so warm in this room. This girl probably had some kind of weakness and couldn't stand the cold at all.
Hua Ling noticed Yue Guanchao's eyes wandering over her body, and saw so many unfamiliar faces. Her pale face turned slightly red, and she lifted the quilt up a little.
Song Siyuan elbowed him a few times, rolled her eyes a few times, walked to the kang, sat next to Hua Ling, and took her hand: "Don't be afraid, we are all your father's friends, but you are sick." ?”
Hua Ling nodded.
"Do you know what the disease is?"
A disease must have a name, even if it is a congenital weakness, there is a trigger for its onset.
Zhe Tianyan sighed: "I don't know, this is not a congenital weakness, I just don't know what the problem is, and it can't be cured. I have found many doctors, and they either asked for another doctor, or they prescribed medicine in a mess. , but it didn’t work, and there was that unscrupulous guy who sold me soy sauce balls, saying it would cure all diseases.”
"Sun Daqiao, you are a well-known fortune teller in every village in the world. Do you believe in this kind of trick?"
Yue Guanchao sneered, feeling that Zhe Tianyan was pathetic and pitiful. Just now he was able to talk nonsense and scare the lady into confusion. He had deceived her for so long, but he couldn't even cure his daughter's illness.
Zhetianyan waved his hand: "Look at what you said, didn't I know that this was a trick? But I couldn't bear the love of parents in the world. I thought that if there was a miracle doctor, maybe my daughter's illness would be cured. It's a pity that this Years have passed, and even if no expert comes along, they are all scammers."
I don’t know if I’m scolding myself with this!
"Then you can just go to the hospital. You can't even afford to go to the hospital."
Yue Guanchao continued to run against him.
"Ahem... I've been there, both those driven by foreigners and those driven by Han people, and nothing was wrong with them. They just said they were weak."
Hua Ling coughed lightly, picked up the hand roll and wiped the corners of her mouth.
"Then you..." He wanted to continue teasing, but Yue Qingshan quickly said: "Okay, okay, tell my niece to rest, let's go out and chat!"
Song Siyuan understood what Yue Qingshan said, and after going out with everyone, she locked the door tightly.
"Zhe Tianyan, don't think that I will let you go just because you are pitiful. Why do you want to harm our three uncles? Now you can explain it!"
Yue Qingshan has a heart of stone and has seen too many miserable conditions of the villagers. Although he is moved by this, he will not change his approach and still looks coldly at his old friend.
"Hey~ where to start!" Zhe Tianyan sat on the bench at the bottom, holding his sleeves and sighing.
"First, tell me how you met this old woman!"
Yue Qingshan had already spoken, but Zhe Tianyan could only nod his head, and gave a clear introduction to the ins and outs of meeting Mrs. Zhang:
A few months ago, Zhe Tianyan set up a fortune-telling stall at Xiaonanmen. A man suddenly sat in front of the stall. He thought he was a fortune-teller.
When I raised my eyes and took a look, I couldn't help but feel a little thump in my heart.
The man in front of me wears a gray mushroom head, a gray cloth mandarin jacket and a folding fan. His face is full of shrewdness and wisdom.
This old gentleman is the calligrapher of Jindazhai, Zhenshenfeng~
