The whole village is suffering from tuberculosis, but I have 10,000 acres of top-quality medicinal f

"Don't worry, I will tell you the preliminary plan in detail when I get home." She said warmly.

"Okay..." The little girl kicked down the pebbles on the roadside, still worried.

On the way home, I met several acquaintances. In fact, this village is so big that you can’t see it when you look up or look down. If something big happens to any family, the whole village will know about it in a few days. Strictly speaking, it really doesn’t matter. A few people who could be called strangers.

Before the situation was completely settled, Duan Qingqiu did not want to expose the slave he had just bought, lest it spread to his aunt's ears and cause many mishaps.

Fortunately, they had taken precautions and the oncoming villagers did not notice any clues.

She led her brothers and sisters in a hurry, and finally pushed open the broken fence door before it turned completely dark.

After thinking for a moment with her hands on her hips, she first directed the group to lift the unconscious man onto the bed where she slept, then lit the kerosene lamp and began to divide the work.

"Xiaodong, go to A Niu's house to buy a bundle of firewood. If you can't carry it, ask him to help throw it into the yard. You can take a few sticks and go to the kitchen to light a fire and boil some hot water for later use."

"Okay, sister!" Duan Qingdong ran away like a soldier after receiving the order.

"Xiao Xia, move the things into the hut on the west side. Pick up the light ones and I'll pick up the heavy ones later. When the pot is hot, cook today's dinner and make chicken soup. You can take care of the rest by yourself." The sweet potatoes were baked by her younger sister. She felt that it would be okay to leave this important task to him.

"Hey." Duan Qingxia responded and walked out of the house with heavy steps.

She rolled up her sleeves, took out all the sewing tools in the house, and took out the iron scissors that she had thrown back into the dowry box, and laid them out one by one at the end of the bed.

The flame of the oil lamp was too small. Under such weak light, she was really afraid that she would be dazzled and kill "Eighty Wen" with her own hands.

Suddenly, she remembered that among the pile of sundries in the car, there was a wax tip given to her when she bought something. She was quite disgusted with it at the time, but she had forgotten that in this era without electricity, candles were considered a luxury.

When he got up and walked towards the door, a thin figure happened to run in in a hurry, and the two of them almost bumped into each other!

"Sister, that place looks so messy, I can't even move on!" Duan Qingxia muttered.

"How messy is it?" She followed suspiciously.

After my parents died, the original residence was occupied by my aunt. They said that they had the mountain to live on, and they were given three old tile-roofed houses against the mountain. It is said that they were built by the great-grandfather.

She and her sister shared a large room, and her brother lived alone on the east side. The house on the far west did not get sunlight all year round, was small and dark, and therefore remained idle and was almost never opened.

No, I only thought of it after buying too many things.

Duan Qingqiu stood outside the dark door and tentatively stepped in. He heard a crash, as if something had been knocked over, and a musty smell mixed with dust rushed towards him.

"Ahem—bah!"

Duan Qingxia, who had already been jumped once, was on guard and kept a distance. However, he couldn't bear the impact because Hui was too big and he covered his mouth and coughed twice.

"Forget it." She waved her hand, "I'll clean it up tomorrow when it gets bright. You first pull a piece of oilcloth and cover the cart so that it doesn't get wet. Our family is so poor, no thief is willing to take care of it. , By the way, where is Xiaodong?"

Just as he was talking, Duan Qingdong opened the fence door and ran in, followed by a young man. In the cold spring weather, he only wore a single coat and a waistcoat outside, which outlined a rather strong figure. .

He didn't come near, he just took off the firewood from his shoulders and threw it into the center of the yard. He nodded with a naive smile and planned to leave.

"Sister!" Duan Qingdong raised his little head and said as if he was offering a treasure, "Brother A Niu said that my earthen stove has poor ventilation and thick firewood is not flammable, so he specially helped chop it into small pieces, and he didn't charge any money!"

Hearing the last sentence, Duan Qingqiu was shocked and quickly called the man: "How can we do this without charging money!"

As far as I remember, A Niu was an orphan. He moved from a neighboring village a few months ago for unknown reasons. He didn't know a single Chinese character and was a bit slow. He could only make a living by cutting firewood and hunting for a little money.

She knew that this person made this kind of deal, so she asked Xiaodong to buy it, and she never thought of taking advantage of it.

"No, no need." Aniu waved his big rough hands and whispered, "It's just a little firewood, a little help between neighbors, it's not easy for you..."

Duan Qingqiu suddenly felt ironic that so many blood relatives were indifferent, but a stranger came to help.

"Hey, it's not easy for everyone." She smiled heartily, took out ten coins, stepped forward and forced them into the other person's hands.

Aniu Tui couldn't refuse, so he lowered his head to look at the number and said hurriedly: "Too, too many, only seven coins..."

"Keep it, I'll give you less than three cents next time."

In the past, the family hardly cooked anything, just roasting some sweet potatoes and corn. There was no problem of lack of charcoal or firewood. From now on, life was on the right track. How could the branches be enough? Before the newly bought slaves started working, they had to rely on buying them.

A Niu's house is close, and now that he is honest, he is naturally the first choice.

When he heard that there would be a next time, the young man scratched the back of his head and nodded: "Okay."

Together with her sister, she carried the bundle of firewood to the stove, squatted down and pulled it twice, and found that it was really thin and small, and it was dried very well. She was satisfied and picked a few pieces of similar thickness, and went to the cart again. Pull out the thumb-long wax head.

When he returned to the couch, the man was still lying quietly, his eyes closed, and only his chest was rising and falling slightly.

The kerosene lamp and candle were lit at the same time, making the room much brighter.

I don't know if it's not bright, but I'm shocked when it's bright. The man looks uglier than he did during the day...

Her facial features were swollen and her face was covered with bruises. Fortunately, she had even dissected the body after the car accident. Otherwise, under the faint candlelight, she would have thought she had seen an evil ghost when she came to the Yama Hall.

As usual, I cut his pulse first, pondered for a moment, then decisively picked up the scissors, put them on the jumping flames and walked them back and forth twice. After it cooled down a little, I started to cut open the tattered clothes on his body.

Looking at the bloody appearance, the wound and the cloth must have been stuck together. Forcibly taking it off would probably consume the person's remaining breath. Since there is no anesthesia for the time being, it is better to treat it more gently.

The man was wearing very thin clothing, just a cross-breasted style with belts under the armpits. It was like an undershirt. Although he didn’t quite understand it, the material felt like cotton and had a bit of satin silkiness, which made it look like her. The coarse cloth on the body is completely different, it should be considered a better material.

Brushing away the cut pieces of cloth, the upper body was completely exposed. Perhaps he had been hungry for a long time, and his ribs were thin and bulging, but the texture lines were still obvious. His shoulders were broad, and the loose trousers ropes could not restrain the narrow waist and hung on the The hips, coupled with the unexpectedly fair complexion, actually made her have the urge to swallow saliva involuntarily.