When Song Nanzhi was resting, Mo Ziwan took out the book and copied it. At the same time, she also decided not to study with Han Chunlin for the time being. She would spend more time copying the book, and she could get it back earlier if she finished it earlier. Money for copying books.
After Mo Ziyuan copied it for half an hour, Yu Silian arrived at Mo's house holding a big tied rooster in one hand and a basket in the other. When she walked into the yard, she shouted: "Aunt Song, Wanwan!"
Mo Ziwan put down the pen in her hand and ran out. Seeing Yu Silian coming, "Auntie!"
After Mo Ziwan walked out, Song Nanzhi also walked out of the door, "Ms. Chunlin is here, come inside and sit down."
Yu Silian walked up the steps carrying the bag and said, "Uncle Mo broke his leg this time. He caught a chicken and a few eggs. Auntie, please make some chicken soup for Uncle Mo to drink." He said it was a few eggs. It was actually a basket full. Of course, it was impossible for the Han family to save so many eggs. After Mo Ziwan returned home, Yu Silian went to the village to find someone to buy the basket.
Song Nanzhi hurriedly declined: "What's the deal? When Chunlin and Lulu were both growing up, you gave them to us, so what did they eat?"
Yu Silian said: "There is more than one chicken in the house. Auntie, please stop being polite to me."
After being polite, Song Nanzhi took the big rooster and eggs and said, "Come in and have a seat."
Mo Ziyuan also stepped forward and pulled Yu Silian, "Aunt, I have to take care of my grandfather at home. I won't be able to study with brother Chunlin these days."
Yu Silian looked at Mo Ziwan and said with a smile, "Okay, after you finish taking care of grandpa, you can go and study with Brother Chunlin."
Song Nanzhi covered the chickens in baskets under the eaves, then carried the eggs and Yu Silian into the house. After entering the house, accompanied by Song Nanzhi, Yu Silian went to the back room and said hello to Mo Tingyu before returning to the front room. After sitting down and talking to Song Nanzhi for a while, people from the village came to visit one after another.
When Yu Silian saw someone coming, she stood up and said goodbye.
Until noon, no one came to the house again. Although it took a lot of effort to greet people, Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi were also very happy when someone came to care about them. Until there were only three of them left at home, Mo Tingyu was lying on the bed. He sighed and said, "Our family has been taken care of by the villagers these years. I'm afraid it will be difficult to pay it back in the future."
Song Nanzhi didn't know it in his heart. He glanced at the granddaughter next to him, cheered up and said, "Our family has been through the most difficult times in the past few years. Now that Wanwan has grown up, there is nothing to be afraid of in the future." Later, they started laughing and said, "We, Wanwan, already know how to make money, so what are we afraid of?" Finally, he added, "It's more money than a father like you." "
Mo Tingyu was also amused by Song Nanzhi's words, "Yes, Wan Wan is even better than me."
Song Nanzhi thought he was joking, but Mo Ziwan didn't take it as a joke, and followed Song Nanzhi's words, "Grandma is right, I can make money too. I can copy the book this time in a month. I can earn four taels of silver when I finish, and I will earn more money in the future, so grandpa, you should get well soon."
When Han Shuxian sent Mo Ziwan home, he did not tell them that Mo Ziwan would continue to copy books, let alone that he could earn four taels of silver from copying books this time. Now when the two of them heard that they could earn forty taels of silver a month, the two of them They were all stunned. Mo Tingyu swallowed his saliva and asked, "Wan Wan, tell me carefully, can you really earn so much money by copying books?"
It's not that Mo Tingyu forgot the two taels of silver that Mo Ziwan had already got back. Twenty can now earn four taels of silver a month, which is two taels more than before. Four taels of silver can buy four loads of rice. This Four loads of rice is enough to feed their family of three for more than half a year.
Also, there were times when I was lucky when I went to the mountains, but no matter how lucky I was, I would not earn four taels of silver in a month.
After hearing this, Mo Ziyuan replied seriously: "It's true! Uncle Han has been with me all the time. The uncle from the bookstore said that I copied well, so he asked me to copy again, but this time I had to copy one more book than last time. So I can earn four taels of silver. My uncle also said that as long as I want to copy, I can copy any book in the bookstore, and I will be paid after I copy it." In order to stop the two of them from worrying about money, Mo Ziwan gave up a little A lie.
"But your brother Chunlin said that reading and writing is very tiring. Aren't you afraid of getting tired from reading and writing every day?" Mo Tingyu said again. In the past, she only thought that she was joking when she said that making money by copying books, but now she just I feel like she is not just joking, she is really making money for her family.
Mo Ziyuan looked puzzled and said deliberately: "Why are you tired? Sitting there motionless, you are not tired at all! And reading is fun! There are many interesting stories in the book, which is very interesting. ." How could she not be tired? Studying is no easier than working, especially now that she is still young, lacks energy and strength, and her hands get sore after a while when writing, but how can she let them know this!
In order to pass the time and convince them that reading is really interesting, Mo Ziyuan casually told the story of Confucius's travels to various countries. Firstly, it was because Mo Tingyu was lying in bed with nothing to do, so telling the story was too interesting for him. It was easy to pass the time, and what’s more, Confucius traveled around the world five years older than his grandfather was now, and along the way, the difficulties and pains he encountered were no less than those they encountered now, which was equivalent to being fierce for his grandfather. Adjust your mentality and be strong.
Inspired by Mo Ziyuan's story, Mo Tingyu's mentality was also aroused to fight. However, the pressure of real life did not become easier due to the adjustment of his mentality.
On the third day after Mo Tingyu returned home after setting bones in the county town, Doctor Liu from Jishengtang came to Lanwan Village.
Song Nanzhi got up early and prepared meals for the three of them, served Mo Tingyu and Mo Ziyuan after dinner, quickly cleaned up the housework, fed the livestock, and then went out to the county town to ask a doctor to come and change Mo Tingyu's dressing. Of course, before leaving, I repeatedly told Mo Ziwan not to go to the well in the backyard.
Mo Ziyuan started copying books after Song Nanzhi left. The sooner she finished copying the books, the sooner she could earn money. In the past few days, apart from eating, sleeping, and going to Han's house to listen to classes for an hour in the evening, I spent the rest of my time copying books. Not only did he spend more time copying books, but Han Chunlin was also much more diligent than before.
She had to finish copying the Analects of Confucius in the shortest possible time, so Song Nanzhi's instructions were a bit redundant to Mo Ziwan, and she had no time to waste them.
Half an hour later, Song Nanzhi returned home with the doctor. Mo Ziyuan also put down the pen in her hand after Song Nanzhi came back with the doctor, and ran to the room where Mo Tingyu slept.
She didn't go to the county yesterday mainly because it was urgent yesterday. If she went again, it would only delay her grandfather's medical treatment. But today was different, and she definitely couldn't miss it again. Although she didn't know medical skills, listening more would definitely be helpful in taking care of grandpa's daily life in the future.
The person who came was Dr. Liu Yuan, who was good at setting bones at Jisheng Hall. She originally thought that Dr. Liu would be about the same age as Grandpa Liao, but when Mo Ziyuan put down her pen and ran over, she saw a young doctor in his twenties.
After Song Nanzhi brought Liu Yuan into the house, he originally wanted to ask Liu Yuan to sit down and have a rest and drink some water before going into the back room to see his wife's injuries and change her dressing. Unexpectedly, Liu Yuan refused and said: "Thank you Auntie, I'd better show it to my uncle first." The injury is serious. Could you please auntie to get me a basin of water first? I can clean my hands before I can look at the injury for uncle."
Song Nanzhi immediately responded: "Okay, okay, I'll fetch water right away. Doctor Liu, please sit down first."
Song Nanzhi turned around and went out to fetch water. Seeing that the person in front of her was polite and caring, Mo Ziwan couldn't help but feel good about him, and said to Liu Yuan, "Thank you, Uncle Liu, for coming to see my grandpa."
Liu Yuan looked at the girl in front of him, who was no taller than his own legs and had two pigtails that reached the sky. No one taught her to thank him, and no one of the adults at home was with him. Liu Yuan's first reaction was that the girl in front of him was very cute. He is generous and courteous. Who wouldn't like such a generous and courteous child? He lowered his head and bent forward slightly, smiling and said: "Your grandpa is a patient, and I am a doctor. It is my duty to treat your grandpa's injuries. It is my duty." Yes, kids, no need to say thank you.”
Some people can make people fall in love with just one face or one sentence. This was the impression Liu Yuan had on Mo Ziwan. After listening to Liu Yuan's words, Mo Ziwan's first impression was that he was a polite and ethical doctor.
At this time, Song Nanzhi came into the house with water. Liu Yuan washed his hands and said, "Auntie, please take me to see my uncle's injury!"
Song Nanzhi said: "Thank you, Doctor Liu, let's go inside!" He led Liu Yuan to the back room.
The two walked into the back room in a few steps. Of course, Mo Ziyuan followed closely behind.
After Mo Tingyu looked at Liu Yuan, he also greeted: "Thank you, Doctor Liu, for making a trip."
Liu Yuan: "Uncle, you're welcome." Then he approached the bed and asked, "How do you feel today, uncle? Does it still hurt a lot?"
Mo Tingyu said: "It still hurts, coming and going, but it's much better than the previous two days."
"That's good." Then he continued, "This pain won't go away for a while, uncle can only endure it a little longer." Liu Yuan said, while speaking, he took off the cloth straps tied around Mo Tingyu's legs. It was taken off, and then the bamboo pieces tied to the legs were removed one by one. Under the bamboo pieces was another circle of cloth straps. After all the cloth straps were removed, the wound on the knee was exposed.
The layer of medicinal powder used to stop bleeding and heal wounds was originally applied to the wound, but now it has turned into a thick layer of blood scab. Liu Yuan first checked the skin around the wound. The surrounding skin was still very red and swollen. He gently pressed on the blood scab and saw that no blood streaks emerged. He said, "I'll remove the blood scab first. After removing it, I'll remove it." Apply the medicine again for uncle."
Then he turned to Song Nanzhi and said, "Please, aunt, please bring me a clean cloth and a new basin of water."
Song Nanzhi quickly brought a cloth and water into the house. Liu Yuan moistened the cloth and then gently covered it on the wound. After covering it for a while, he picked up the cloth and wiped it on the wound.
Mo Ziwan watched the cotton cloth move back and forth on the wound on her grandfather's leg. As Liu Yuan's hand moved, more and more sweat dropped on her grandfather's face. She said, "Uncle Liu, the cloth is rough. Even if uncle has already Wipe the wound very lightly, but the wound will still be touched. Not only will the pain increase, but it will also easily cause the wound to bleed again. Uncle, why not use cotton, wrap a little cotton with a bamboo skewer and wipe the wound again. The cotton is light and soft, and it will not touch the wound. It will not make the wound worse."
Liu Yuan paused, thought for a moment and said, "Although cotton is light and soft, it may not be able to be wiped clean."
