Han Shuxian replied: "Of course we can make money. The most expensive things in our Dafeng Dynasty are books and reading. Besides, Wan Wan's copying is very good. The shopkeeper of the bookstore was very happy. Not only did he immediately give Wan Wan a copy of the book, For the fee, I also asked Wanwan to help copy two more copies."
After speaking, he handed the book and paper in his hand forward again, "This is the paper and book that will be used for copying later."
Also given out were snacks and sugar. He said, "This is a letter of snacks and sugar that I bought for Uncle Mo and Auntie Mo. When I finish my work, I will make a cup of sugar water and eat a snack to cushion my stomach."
Mo Tingyu took them all and said, "I've cost you money again!"
After a few more polite words, Han Shuxian didn't delay any longer. After Han Shuxian left, Mo Ziwan raised her head and said to Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi: "Grandpa, grandma, I can make money. Grandpa and grandma don't have to work so hard in the future."
Song Nanzhi's heart felt warm after hearing this, but seeing that the little person in front of him was still so young and thinking about helping the family earn money, he felt sour in his heart again. He picked up Mo Ziwan and said, "My Wanwan! "
Although Mo Tingyu also felt sorry for her, he would not reveal his feelings easily. He said, "Let's eat first. The baby has been running outside for half a day and is tired!"
"Okay, let's eat first." Song Nanzhi hugged Mo Ziyuan and said, "Grandma will take you to the back yard to wash your hands first."
"Okay!" Mo Ziwan replied, leaning on Song Nanzhi's shoulder.
After the three of them sat down at the table, today's lunch was still porridge, a bowl of porridge and a plate of cooked cowpeas picked from the vegetable garden and mixed with a spoonful of salt and a few drops of oil. Mix the cowpeas and a plate of pickled radishes cut into almost the same size.
The two parents of the Mo family ate the same lunch as before. There was still a bowl of white rice porridge placed on Mo Ziyuan's seat, and next to the rice porridge was a bowl of golden steamed eggs.
"You're hungry, it's time to eat!" Song Nanzhi said after putting a small wooden spoon into Mo Ziyuan's rice bowl.
Mo Ziwan looked at the white rice and steamed eggs in front of her, took a wooden spoon from the steamed egg bowl, fed it into her mouth, and said, "Grandma's steamed eggs are the best."
They were saying delicious words, but their hearts were full of bitterness. Growing up, my grandparents had never had a good meal. Although there were several chickens laying eggs at home, they could not eat more than one hand all year round. You can count them.
After taking a bite of the steamed egg, Mo Ziwan said again: "Grandpa, can the money left over from copying the book be enough to pay for grandma's medical treatment and medicine?"
Mo Tingyu replied: "That's enough. I will accompany you to see a doctor early tomorrow morning."
Mo Ziyuan took another mouthful of rice and said, "Should we ask Grandpa Liao, who used to treat grandma, to see her?"
Mo Tingyu also replied while eating: "Yes, it's Grandpa Liao who used to come to treat your grandma."
Mo Ziyuan thought that this person had been sick for four years after being treated by grandma, but after taking the medicine for four years, there was not much improvement, so she added: "But grandma has been taking the medicine prescribed by Grandpa Liao for four years and her symptoms are gone." If she hasn’t recovered yet, if she goes to see Grandpa Liao for medical treatment, won’t grandma’s illness still be cured?”
Mo Tingyu didn't expect that Mo Ziwan would say such a thing. Not only was Mo Tingyu surprised, but even Song Nanzhi was startled, and then explained: "It's not your fault, Grandpa Liao, our family collects the money on weekdays. I have to pay off my debts, and I don’t have much money left. I can’t buy some more expensive medicines, so the disease continues to drag on.”
Mo Tingyu was also afraid that Mo Ziwan might have some misunderstanding about Dr. Liao, so he also explained: "What your mother said is that Doctor Liao said it when he treated you earlier, saying that you need to take more care to treat your disease." Okay, it’s just that the conditions at our home really don’t allow us to take good care of him, so we’ve been putting it off until now.”
Mo Ziyuan finally understood. It's not the doctor's poor medical skills that's to blame, it's just the family's lack of money! We are back to the starting point, we still need to make more money!
After eating, Mo Ziwan returned to her bedroom to prepare for a lunch break. Children are really sleepy easily and want to sleep at the end of the day.
Thinking about making money again, she didn't plan to stay up and copy books. Although making money was important, she was still young and had a small body. If she didn't eat and sleep well and grow up well, how could she do it in the future? Make money to support your family? Let grandpa and grandma live a good life?
Although Mo Ziyuan returned to her room for a lunch break, Song Nanzhi and Mo Tingyu were still busy.
Song Nanzhi first cleaned the pots and pans in the kitchen one by one, and then prepared food for the pigs and chickens raised at home. Farmers' harvests mainly depend on the crops in the fields, and the livestock raised at home. Each family will raise one or two pigs, or a few chickens and ducks. Some also raise a pig to look after the house and the yard. Dog at home.
The Mo family raised two pigs and five chickens. Before the accident happened to the Mo family, with the five chickens and two pigs they raised, they would not be short of meat and eggs to eat. But now, except for Mo Ziyuan, who has one egg to eat every day, the two elders of the Mo family are stunned. I couldn't bear to eat them, and I couldn't eat a few all year round. Even when the pigs were slaughtered at the end of the year, I killed them all and sold them all. It's not right to say that they were all sold, except for leaving a few pigs for Mo Ziwan. In addition to the meat, the rest are the offal, bones, etc. that are difficult to sell even if they are sold, and these are also the source of some oil and water for the two elders of the Mo family all year round.
Song Nanzhi was busy, and Mo Tingyu was not idle either. He sat under the eaves and took the half-knitted backpack in front of him to continue knitting. Farmers usually use baskets, baskets, dustpans, etc. These skills are not difficult to say, but not everyone is willing to learn them. You can buy one for a few pennies, and it doesn’t cost much. It is expensive, so people would rather spend a few pennies to buy one for home use than spend time and effort to compile it.
But this is only for most families, and the Mo family feels distressed and needs to spend a few pennies, so the baskets and backpacks of the Mo family are all made by Mo Tingyu, although they cannot be regarded as exquisite ones bought from craftsmen. But farmers are not very particular about it, as long as they can carry it.
Half an hour later, Song Nanzhi came out of the kitchen and walked to the eaves of the main house. Seeing Mo Tingyu still knitting a backpack, he sat on the threshold of the house and said, "I've been busy for most of the afternoon, what else can I knit? ? It’s not like you can finish it all at once. Why don’t you go back to the house and lie down for a while, or your waist won’t be able to bear it again.”
After working for a long time, and Mo Tingyu was mainly doing all the hard work at home, he developed back problems over time. After listening to Song Nanzhi's words, Mo Tingyu responded: "It's an old problem. Even if you don't do anything for a day, your waist won't get better!" But the movements of his hands did not stop.
Song Nanzhi said: "Even if you don't do it for yourself, we still have to think more about Wanwan. Not to mention that Wanwan is still young and needs us to take care of her. We are busy from morning to night this day, and Wanwan watches us busy, Now she is only thinking about making money for us two old people. What is she doing this for? She doesn’t want us two old people to live a more relaxed life and have better health. "
He sighed and said, "I understand everything in my heart."
Speaking of Mo Ziyuan, Mo Tingyu also stopped what he was doing, "You said she is still so young, how can she understand everything! The baby in the house either only knows how to play or pester her every day. The adults want this or that, but it’s better for her to want nothing and still want to make money for us.”
There was too much bitterness in their hearts, but Mo Ziwan was the only sweet thing in their hearts, so when they talked about Mo Ziwan, both of them had smiles on their faces.
Song Nanzhi said with a smile on his face: "She is as big as a kid, very smart, loves to read, and is very spirited!" Then he added: "In our Lanwan Village, Wan Wan is the smartest and most sensible."
Speaking of his granddaughter, Song Nanzhi couldn't help but smile on his face, and so did Mo Tingyu. He said with a smile: "That goes without saying, not to mention that Wan Wan in Lanwan Village is the smartest, even in our county, Wan Wan is also the smartest one. She won't be worse than anyone else. Shuxian said that if Wanwan were a boy, she would definitely be able to get the top score for us."
Then he said: "The sun is not very bright today. After I knitted some more backpacks, I went to the field to pull up the tares. I will come early in a while. Wanwanke said that I would let you see a doctor, but I can't do it again. dragged."
When it comes to medical treatment, the smile on Song Nanzhi's face gradually disappears. He has spent a lot of unjust money on his health over the years. Not to mention spending money, but my health has not been getting better. Especially in recent days, I often feel dizzy. Just when I was carrying pig food to feed the pigs, I felt dizzy again.
After a long illness, Song Nanzhi has been ill for the past few years. When she gets sick, she knows what to pay attention to without the doctor saying anything. She immediately puts down the wooden bucket containing pig food and stands leaning on the wall for a while. After waiting for the dizzy feeling to pass, he slowly walked towards the pig pen with the barrel.
She was reluctant to spend money, so she wanted to save it. After paying back the Han family's two taels of silver, she could slowly save some money. When they get old, they can also leave more money for Wanwan in the future.
But now she can no longer hold on to the money and not see a doctor. She knows very well that she can't delay it any longer. If she delays it any longer, it will not only drag down the old man and Wan Wan, but also make them feel uncomfortable. She responded: "Okay, then you come back early."
After the two of them arranged to see the doctor for the rest of the day, Mo Tingyu waited for another quarter of an hour and walked to the fields. Song Nanzhi sat down for a while and didn't rest. He went to the backyard, carried a basket on his back and went to the fields. Go, it's time to pull the grass in the field, and on the way, bring back some wild grass and vegetables that the pigs can eat.
An hour later, Mo Ziwan woke up from the bed. After waking up, she walked to the main house. She was used to no one at home when she woke up. She took off a bamboo pot lid on the table and placed something under the lid. He gave her cold boiled water, and after removing the lid, Mo Ziwan took the cup and drank most of it.
After drinking the water, he put the cup on the table and covered it. After drinking the water, he turned around and went out to the side room. In addition to the main house where the elders of the Mo family live, there are two side rooms, one of which is occupied by Mo Ziwan, and the other is the house where Mo Ziwan's parents used to live. Now that the house is unoccupied, it has become her study. There is also a main room, which houses the ancestral tablets of the Mo family.
When I came to the study room, in addition to the bed, there was also a table. On the table were the books and papers she brought back from the bookstore, as well as pens and ink, which Song Nanzhi had placed for her before going out.
