Chapter 10 Grass Beads

The two left the village and came to a river.

There is no water in the ditch, and there are a lot of dead grass on both sides of the ditch.

Qiaoer went down to the river, carefully searched through a pile of withered grass, and picked up something in the grass.

Chang'an was curious and sneaked to the river, where he saw Sister Qiao'er picking up blue-gray beads from the withered grass.

"I, I will pick it up too."

Little Chang'an was filled with envy and picked up the grass blades to look for it.

Not to mention, she found so many small gray-blue beads at once that her little pocket could no longer hold them.

"Let's go back." Qiaoer, still thinking about his younger brother, called Xiao Chang'an to come ashore.

Chang'an climbed up the river bank with his butt sticking out, and suddenly saw his cousin Song Chengye and his younger cousin Song Xiyue walking from a distance, with a black dog following them.

"Baby! How dare you run out!"

Seven-year-old Song Chengye slapped the big black dog next to him: "Go! Bite her!"

The big black dog ran towards Chang'an happily, barking as he ran.

Chang'an heard her little cousin talking in her head again: [Dahei! Bite her to death! 】

She was frightened, pulled Qiaoer and ran away.

Qiaoer is also very afraid of the big black dog of the Song family, because it is too tall. The big black dog barks very viciously when anyone walks past the door of the Song family.

If it hadn't been on a chain, everyone in the village would have been bitten by it.

The two girls ran as fast as they could, and the mad laughter of Song Chengye and Song Xiyue could be heard from behind.

Chang'an also heard his little cousin talking non-stop: [Dahei, bite it quickly! Bite her throat out! Ha ha ha ha】

There was a sudden force on her back, and she was thrown to the ground by Dahei.

"Chang'an!" Qiaoer screamed.

The imaginary nibbling did not appear. Dahei licked Chang'an's face affectionately with his tongue, his almond-shaped eyes full of joy.

Chang'an regained his composure, pushed Dahei's head away, and got up.

Dahei circled around her, flopping twice from time to time, as if he was teasing her.

Chang'an thought for a while, stretched out his hand to touch Dahei's head, and whispered: "Da, Dahei, go back home!"

Dahei looked at her confusedly for a while, then heard Song Chengye's angry voice: "Dahei! What are you doing? Bite her quickly!"

Dahei chirped a few times, wagging his tail and ran back to his little master.

Song Chengye was very angry. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Dahei: "Bullshit! Who is your master? I won't feed you today!"

Dahei was beaten inexplicably and was so frightened that he picked up his tail and ran back.

Song Chengye and his sister glared at Chang'an fiercely, turned around and left.

Changan also stared back, but was quickly pulled home by Qiaoer.

When Mrs. Wu saw her little niece picking back a bag of grass beads, she asked, "What are you doing in Chang'an picking so many grass beads?"

"Sell the beads for money." Chang'an took out all the straw beads and shook the beads on his wrist: "Sister, I gave them to you."

Mrs. Wu touched her niece's head and sighed: "There are grass beads everywhere. Where can I sell them for money?"

"The goods, the salesman wants it." Chang'an has seen the salesman collect the small handkerchiefs and purses from sisters and aunts in the village, and give them copper coins. The chains with small beads are so beautiful, so he will definitely want them too.

Wu smiled and said, "Okay, auntie, let's string the beads. When the money comes from selling them, I'll tie a ribbon in Chang'an's hair."

"Yeah!" Changan nodded heavily.

In the evening, Changan went to bed early and wanted to dream about the little goldfish again.

But she didn't dream anything and slept until broad daylight.

A few days passed. She and her aunt had tied all the grass beads they had picked up into strings, but they still didn't dream of the little goldfish. The situation of Goudan next door was getting worse and worse.

Aunt Qian cried several times in front of Mrs. Wu, always saying that her life was not good, and she finally gave birth to a son, but his body was sick and crooked.

"Now that the goddess has been invited several times, I really have no choice." Qian blew her nose and wiped it on the heels of her shoes. "His father has already gone to buy a coffin. Alas, why is my life so miserable?"

Wu also wiped away tears after her and said comfortingly: "We haven't reached that point yet, maybe it will be fine?"

Mrs. Qian shook her head: "It's not going to get better, woo woo woo." Chang'an's eyes turned red when Aunt Qian said this, and she quietly ran out the door and came to the next door.

There was no one in the room, not even Sister Qiaoer.

Goudan's face was sallow and his lips were dark purple. He had been moved from the kang to the door.

The door was covered with thick straw, and he slept on the straw, covered with a shabby quilt.

"G-Brother Goudan."

Chang'an was a little scared when he saw that the male doll was silent, but he still walked up to him, put his hand on his forehead, and said silently in his heart: "Xiao Zhuzhu, please let Brother Goudan get well soon."

The small seedling in the palm of his hand flickered, and a leaf turned into a stream of light and scattered on Goudan's forehead, gradually disappearing.

Chang'an was overjoyed and stared at Goudan intently.

Goudan's expression was still the same, but his breath was thicker and he coughed twice.

He opened his eyes, saw Chang An, and whispered: "I want to drink water."

Chang'an jumped up, ran back to his house quickly, and said to Aunt Qian who was covering her face and crying: "Brother Goudan, wake up, drink, drink water!"

Sister-in-law Qian cried even harder, got up and went home to boil water for Goudan to drink.

Chang'an didn't understand why Aunt Qian was crying harder, and followed her back to the next door in confusion.

After the water was boiled, Sister-in-law Qian made a bowl of egg and sugar water and brought it to the main room.

"Son, mother made you egg tea, take a sip first." She picked up her son and fed him the egg tea with tears in her eyes.

After Goudan drank a bowl of egg tea, his face turned slightly red, and he lay down to sleep again.

Wu touched Goudan's forehead and found that he was sweating. She couldn't help but be surprised: "Sister-in-law, Goudan is sweating. Is it going to heal?"

Qian was startled and quickly took her son's little hand and touched it.

The little hands were warm, not as cold as before.

"My son is really well?" Mrs. Qian couldn't believe it, and quickly picked up her son from the door panel, put him back on the kang, and lit a few handfuls of grass and stuffed them into the kang hole.

Tucked in the quilt for my son, clasped my hands together, and bowed devoutly in the air: "The ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty, the Tathagata, is above. If my son gets well, I will work as a cow or a horse in this life to repay your great kindness."

Chang'an blinked, looked at Aunt Qian, and then at Goudan, wondering: Why does Aunt Qian want to repay the great kindness of the ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty and the Tathagata after Brother Goudan is well?

Mrs. Wu was also happy for Aunt Qian and took Chang An to say goodbye and go out.

The sound of a small gong sounded outside the door, indicating that the salesman had entered the village.

"Auntie! Hurry, go quickly."

Chang'an took his aunt and walked home quickly. He took out all the straw bead strings he and his third aunt had worn in the past two days and prepared to sell them to the salesman.

At this time, Song Laoliu entered the village carrying a small coffin. When he passed Song Baqi's house, he met Mrs. Zhao and Widow Cui.

Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly and said to Widow Cui: "Look, let me tell you, the children of Song Laoliu's family will definitely not survive this spring. No, they will die before March."

Widow Cui smiled softly: "No, your mouth has been opened, and everything you say is effective."

"That's retribution." Mrs. Zhao threw a pumpkin seed into her mouth, cracked it open, and smiled slightly: "My predecessor dared to hit my step-grandfather, and retribution was passed on to his children within a few days. Do you think so?" Don’t you deserve it?”

Widow Cui felt a chill on the back of her neck, and quickly echoed: "Of course, the stepfather brothers are blessed in life, especially the prosperous family. Whoever dares to bully him will definitely be unlucky."

Mrs. Zhao chuckled and said nothing.

When she first married into the Song family, she spread the news that her son was blessed with good fortune, and most importantly, a prosperous family, so Song Baqi looked at him differently and changed his name.

In the past few years, it seems that those words have been confirmed. The Song family has gradually become richer, and the old man has become more and more trusting in himself and his son.

Mrs. Zhao thought proudly that maybe her stepfather was really blessed, so her wishes always came true.

"Mom, why are you sitting at the door with Sister-in-law Cui?" Song Jizu came out of the yard and smiled at Widow Cui: "It's cold at the door, so let's go inside and talk."

Widow Cui blushed and said with a smile: "No, I'll just say a few words to Auntie. I have to cook later."

Mrs. Zhao suddenly remembered something and slapped her thigh: "Oh, I'm talking to you and I forgot about the meat stewed on the stove."

After saying that, he rushed towards the kitchen.

Widow Cui glanced up at Song Jizu and smiled charmingly: "Brother Jizu, come and sit at my house when you have time."

(End of this chapter)

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