The happy life of peasant woman Wan Xiaoliu

Chapter 2 Sympathy
Seeing this thin elbow and frail body, is this me?Don't you belong to the fat type?Look at the scattered hair again, when did you grow long hair?What, what is this?

wore?

Wan Xiaoliu looked around and slowly searched for the memories in his mind. Wan Xiaoliu's mother died of dystocia, and her father died of illness within a few years.

The home of the orphan Wan Xiaoliu is not far from the mountain.The modern girl Wan Xiaoliu, following the memory of the ancient girl Wan Xiaoliu, picked up the old basket, climbed up the gate on the mountain from another path, and walked step by step to the home in her memory.

His body was covered with scratches, his feet hurt from wearing straw sandals, and his bare skin was painfully cut on the thatch.Holding his left hand in his right hand, he limped back to the thatched cottage in his memory, Wan Xiaoliu was stunned.

"OH, MYGOD!"

The sad Wan Xiaoliu believed for the first time that someone would choke to death drinking water, choking to death eating jelly, choking to death eating glutinous rice balls, and falling to death while walking.Shot while lying down.

What did you wear it for?Wan Xiaoliu, a hard-working orphan, why don't you find someone else, what are you doing with me, Wan Xiaoliu?Sister, I am about to take the college entrance examination.It's a pity that Great China has lost a beautiful flower that is about to bloom...

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, a musty smell hits the nostrils.He held his breath, took two steps back, turned his face away, and took a few deep breaths. "WTF!"

Mu Fazi bit the bullet and entered the house, what caught his eye really made Wan Xiaoliu want to die.

The pitch-black walls were cracked, and there were obvious traces of rain leakage.Look at the bottom of the wall is an earthen stove with a few bowls covered by a piece of cloth.Next to it is a table with bottles and cans on it, and then there is a water tank with a lid on it.In the middle is a dark table with eight immortals and two long stools.Although dilapidated, the sanitary conditions are acceptable. Wan Xiaoliu is very fortunate that the original owner still loves cleanliness.

Clutching his nose, he walked into the inner room, and there was a large carved bed on the inside. Although it was covered with dust, it looked okay, and the white quilt on the bed was washed.There was a black wooden cabinet beside the bed. When I opened it, there were two floors inside, and there were a lot of clothes, both male and female. These should be the clothes left by the original owner's parents.There is a square plate on the bed made of bricks, on which there is a wooden comb, a few cheap red hairpins, and things essential for women, of course it is a mirror, although this is not Regular side, but can reflect the real picture that is the mirror.

Wan Xiaoliu approached, picked up the mirror and took a look.I don't know if I don't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. The original owner's face was also scarred. No wonder the pain was burning. He put down the mirror in frustration, sat down on the bed, and stood up reflexively, "Ah, it hurts!"

Wan Xiaoliu really said that every day should not be done, and that the earth would not work.

He sat down slowly again and lay down on the bed. Now he had to search for the memory of the original owner. His arm was swollen and he needed to be healed quickly.

At the east end of the village, there is a native doctor named Wan Laixi, the only one in Wanjia Village who has produced a scholar.That scholar Wanbao is now a teacher in a school in the city, and he takes good care of Wan Xiaoliu on weekdays, but Wanbao's mother doesn't like Wan Xiaoliu. He is a scholar's son, and he is not suitable for this orphan girl. Brain-brained son, matchmakers have come to break the threshold, but they don't want to, so they only look at Wan Xiaoliu with one pair of eyes.Hey... well, it's his home.

Wan Xiaoliu was thinking, this doctor needs money, think about it... I have it!The original owner's small treasury is in a pot in a small hole under the footboard in front of the bed.

Stiffly move away the pedal, a place where there are signs of loosened soil, scrape away the soil with hands, a tile, remove the tile, a clay pot, carefully take it out, shake it, there seems to be the sound of copper coins.He took off the lid, turned it over, and a money bag fell out. When he opened it, he counted 13 copper coins, which is pitifully small. This amount of money depends on your arms, food and drink, and you have to save money.After thinking twice, Xiao Liu took out 5 copper coins and put them in his arms.Put the rest back into the purse and put it away according to the original owner's method.Then he limped and walked to Wan Langzhong's house following his memory.

Xiaoliu's house is relatively remote, with its back against the mountain.After passing a bamboo grove, I saw a piece of field. I walked over the ridge of the field and crossed a river. There are a lot of people here, it is almost dusk, and the smoke is curling up.Xiao Liu followed his memory to the outside of Wan Laixi's house and saw his wife picking vegetables in the garden.

"Xi Niang." Xiao Liu softly called out from outside the fence.These are all from the memories of the orphan Wan Xiaoliu, who is alone and always cautious in what she does and what she says.

"Xiao Liu, what's the matter?" Wan Laixi's wife, so everyone became Xi Niang.Holding back her son, she still sympathized with Wan Xiaoliu.

"I fell off the mountain and my arm was swollen. I want Langzhong Wan to show me."

"Ah, why are you so careless, the child is swollen like this, come in quickly, he is in the hall." Xi Niang put down the vegetables in her hands, and came over to look at Xiao Liu's body full of bruises.

"Thank you Xi Niang, you are busy, I will go in by myself."

"You kid..."

Wan Xiaoliu approached the hall to see what Wan Laixi was writing.

"Uncle Xi." The timid voice made others reluctant to speak loudly to her.

"Oh, it's Xiaoliu. What's the matter?" Wan Laixi put down the pen in his hand and asked.

"I fell down from the mountain, my arm is swollen, it hurts so much, please show me."

Wan Laixi came over from behind the table and squeezed Xiao Liu's bones.With a sharp snap.

"Crack!", Xiao Liu said ah.

"Okay, try shaking your arms." Xiao Liu touched his arms and shoulders unnaturally.

"Which is this? You are shaking your shoulders." As he spoke, he shook Xiao Liu's arm twice. "Look, it's all right, it's dislocated. It's fixed now."

"That's good." Xiao Liu tried to shake it, and it really didn't hurt. "Wow, that's amazing, thank you Uncle Laixi, thank you Uncle Laixi."

"Do you have any other injuries?"

"Others are just scratches, it's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

"that's OK."

"Uncle Xi, how much is it?"

"Forget it, you go back and pay attention, you can't use your strength for the time being, pay attention to rest."

"How can this work? I still have a few pennies to sell herbal medicine." He said and took out five pennies and gave it to Wan Laixi.

"Uncle Xi said forget it, forget it, it's getting dark, you go back." Xi Niang came in from the door.

"If I have money, I can take as much as I should." Favor debts are the most difficult to repay.

In the end, under Xiao Liu's insistence, Wan Laixi accepted a penny, and before leaving, Xi Niang gave Xiao Liu three warm steamed buns, saying that Wan Xiaoliu couldn't cook even if she was injured.This penny is also equivalent to confiscated.

(End of this chapter)