Tofu Dongshi

Zhen Zhigong woke up.

His head was dizzy, and stars flashed in front of his eyes, and he was not sure whether he was dead or alive for a moment.He wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, burning pain came from countless parts of his body, rushing up like a tide, and he couldn't help grinning in pain, his facial features dislocated.

However, since the pain is so clear, it shouldn't be dead, right?Being beaten into a pile of rags, and falling from such a high cliff without dying, he Zhen Zhigong is indeed a rich man who deserves to die!

Zhen Zhigong jumped up, his mind cleared up a bit, but he didn't dare to move indiscriminately anymore, just continued to lie down obediently, and then opened his heavy eyelids to observe the environment he was in.

This is a narrow and low adobe house, and there are only a few rough and simple wooden furniture in the house, which can be seen at a glance.Except for a hard narrow wooden bed lying under him, there was only one cabinet, one table and one chair.

The dazzling sunlight at noon spilled into the house through the half-opened wooden door and the half-opened windows, forming patches of jumping light spots on the ground, which not only illuminated the small earthen house, but also made its shabbyness even more invisible. .

Tsk, is this a place where people live? It's worse than his kennel.Zhen Zhigong secretly despised him, and looked back to check his own situation.Seeing this, the brows could not help but frown even higher.

He was covered with an old dusty quilt, which was thick, heavy, board and hard. No wonder his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe when he was not awake just now. He still thought he was being pressed by a ghost.

This quilt is really old and out of shape, the coarse cloth whose original color cannot be seen has been washed gray, and the patches are left patched.The only good news is that this quilt does not have any disgusting smell, only the stale smell accumulated over the years.In addition, it was the pungent smell of medicine coming from him.

Zhen Zhigong suspected that there were fleas hidden in the old quilt that had been covered for many years, and when he thought about it, his whole body immediately itched.It's a pity that the pain is so severe that I can't even raise my hand to lift the quilt and scratch it.

When he was anxious, the wooden door creaked, and someone walked in.

Zhen Zhigong's heart shuddered, he immediately closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be dizzy.Before he understood the surrounding environment and the intention of the visitor, he didn't dare to confront it head-on.With his current physical condition, even if he falls into the hands of a seven-year-old child, he may suffer a disadvantage.

Dou Jiafu entered the room and saw the man on the bed still with his eyes closed and motionless, he frowned and stood there in a daze.

He found this man at the foot of the mountain on the way home after selling tofu in the county three days ago.

The sky was clear and bright early in the morning, but before noon, the sky suddenly changed, with dark clouds covering the sun, and the wind was blowing like a knife on his face.So all the people in the city hid back home and watched the stove warming the fire, which caused the Dou family to lose their business, and half of the tofu was sold when it was getting dark.Seeing that it was meaningless to keep going, Dou Jiafu couldn't stand it anymore after being exposed to the wind for a long time until his nose dripped from the cold, so he pushed the scooter home in dismay.

Because it was dark, he was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to the situation on the mountain road. Pushing the cart, he ran over a pile of raised things lying on the ground.The car body tilted, and the half board of tofu on it slipped to the ground and fell to pieces. His foot slipped, and he staggered and fell on the pile of things.

Before Dou Jiafu had time to feel sorry for the rotten tofu, his skin exploded in horror, because when he fell down, he clearly heard a low and faint moan.

People say that if you walk too much at night, you will bump into a ghost. At first, Dou Jiafu thought he was unlucky and bumped into a ghost, so his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. He just gritted his teeth and rolled away from the "ghost" while trembling.After that, there was no other movement. After all, Dou Jiafu was quite courageous. After thinking about it, when he was close to the "ghost" just now, he felt a little softness, not like a cold dead thing, so he dared to crawl In the past, I explored for a while with shaking hands.

After a while, I realized that it was indeed not a ghost, but a person, a dying man.It was too dark to see the specific situation, but judging from the wetness of the man's clothes and the strong smell of blood, he should have suffered serious injuries.

Dou Jiafu pushed the man twice, and called out twice, but the man just snorted and didn't give any more response.

Although it is not a ghost, the situation in the middle of the night is scary enough.Dou Jiafu is cautious and cautious, afraid of causing trouble, he got up immediately, picked up the cart that was on the side and ran away.

However, after running not far, he stopped again.

The man is not dead. Although the situation is not optimistic, there is still a breath of breath after all.It was late, and this mountain road that few people pass by during the day was even more desolate. If the incumbent man lay there, he might be snatched away by wild beasts before the blood flowed out.

Dou Jiafu was at war between heaven and man in his heart for a long while, and finally stomped his feet and turned back.It's fine if you don't meet him, but if you meet him, he still can't do such ignorant things like ignoring death.

The man was tall and tall, almost a head taller than Dou Jiafu. He was dead heavy, and Dou Jiafu was like carrying a sack. He managed to get him onto the cart with great difficulty, and then pushed him home.

It started to rain heavily just after arriving home, and Dou Jiafu was secretly thankful. After pushing the car into the house, he went to the kitchen water tank in the dark to scoop up almost frozen cold water, drank it in one gulp, took a few breaths, and then lit the lamp. Check out the man's situation.Although he was mentally prepared, he still gasped when he saw it.

The man was covered in scars, including bruises from fists and feet, and bloody flesh wounds from scratches. He looked a bit horrible.

Dou Xiaofu was frightened inwardly, thinking that this man might have been injured when he fell from the mountain ridge carelessly while walking in the dark. thrown down.If I abuse my kindness this time, I won't bring about any fatal disaster, will I?

Shivering, and then slapped himself in regret, Dou Jiafu stared at the man for a while, but he still didn't pull him out to the wilderness of abandonment.Forget it, it's too late today, and it's raining outside, and he's so tired that his hands and feet are weak, so if he wants to lose it, he has to gather up some energy to talk about it tomorrow.

So he continued to look at the man by the dim candlelight.

Just now when he was pulling the man's clothes to check his injuries, Dou Jiafu had already felt it from head to toe. This man didn't have a single copper coin on him, and he was even poorer than him.However, this man might have been rich. Although the thin cotton robe on his body was torn and covered with mud, sand and blood, it could still be seen that it was made of high-quality material.It's a pity that it's so rotten that it can't be repaired, and it's too bad to be a rag, so it can only be thrown away as garbage.

The man's hair is disheveled, his face is dirty, but the facial features can still be seen, but he is in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips pursed into a line. Although he is unconscious, he still looks born. The indifference and arrogance that people don't get close to, seems to be very dissatisfied with the current situation.

Dou Jiafu curled his lips, this man's personality is good or bad, he is not pleasing to look at, thinking of the half plate of tofu, he couldn't help reaching out and giving the man a slap in the face, he was half dead, yet he dared to dislike him ?

The man's head was knocked to one side, his brows twitched, his eyes didn't open, and there was only a gurgling sound from his throat, as if in protest.

Dou Jiafu was a little startled, and then felt a little guilty, mumbling something: "Forget it, I will save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Even if you can't save them, don't pester me if you become a ghost."

Then he carried the man from the car to the bed like he was carrying a sack, and then found out the bruises from the cabinet that his father hadn't used up the year before, and treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and smeared and bandaged the man hastily.

The man's right arm and leg were slightly broken, and Dou Jiafu found a few boards and tied them up indiscriminately.

He lives in a remote mountain village with only a dozen families. There is no doctor in the village, and it is impossible for him to go to the city overnight to ask a doctor to treat the man's injuries. I can't afford the doctor's money.

He is so poor that he earns a living by making tofu and selling tofu, and the money he earns through exhaustion every day is only enough for him to live by himself. Now it is the limit to do so.

As soon as he survived the busy work, the middle of the night passed, and Dou Jiafu was very tired, so he pushed the man hard into the bed, and fell asleep.