Chapter 27 Do you regard her as a rag collector?
When Yu Tingwan woke up again, it was bright.
What Yu Tingwan hates most is rainy days. It's damp and cold, and it can't be wiped off if it sticks to your body, and you can easily catch wind and cold.
She half-closed her eyes, her expression getting weaker and weaker.
I don’t know when this severe winter will pass.
"Wan Niang, Wan Niang."
Someone shouted outside.
The old house did not have a raincoat to protect it from the rain. Yu Tingwan looked around and was helpless, so she had to bury her head and run to open the door.
This distance is not long, but the rain is too heavy.
After Hui Niang saw her, she quickly handed the umbrella she held to Yu Tingwan’s head.
"I brought you some food."
Seeing Yu Tingwan frowning, she was amused.
"Crops and vegetables are cheap. If you don't harvest them, I have to refund you two cents. But I think the weather is very strange. It's colder than in previous years. You can't go up the mountain every day."
“Yes I made some tofu at home, and it was still hot right out of the pot. I didn’t know if it was sweet or salty, so I didn’t bring it to you.”
Yu, who eats boiled vegetables every day. Listening to Wanyan swallowing his saliva.
Living next door to the Wei family, she knew Huiniang's cooking skills better than anyone else.
The tofu curd she made must be delicious.
Hui Niang: “For the salty one, I used chopped green onions and the sauce I cooked earlier. There are also chopped fungus shreds and pickles in it.”
“For the sweet one, I sprinkled osmanthus flowers on it. Honey, that honey was obtained by Dalang’s father in the mountains half a year ago.”
In fact, Wei Zhao didn’t eat much, so she made it in different ways.
Yu Tingwan couldn't hold on any longer.
But she couldn't eat the Wei family's money in vain. She really couldn't bear to spend the six copper coins she had left.
She suppressed her appetite and said in a loud voice: "No."
Xu guessed that she would refuse, and Hui Niang was not surprised.
“There is one more thing I want to mention to you.”
Hui Niang: "You also saw Alang's body, and medicine can't cure it. In a few days, his father will have to go out to make money, but Alang can't live without people around him. I heard Doctor Qian say that you can dig herbs."< br>
“Wan Niang, do you think this will work?”
“As long as it is a herbal medicine that A Lang can use, I will buy it with you.”
Doctor Qian’s medicine is expensive, Zhen Going to the county seat will only be more expensive. The money has to be spent anyway. Huiniang wanted to help her.
Yu Tingwan felt relieved. She also knew that the Wei family had many places to spend money, so she did not refuse: "Then I will give it to Auntie for a cheaper price."
This can be considered mutual help and benefit.
Huiniang mentioned the tofu nao thing again, but Yu Tingwan did not refuse.
Tofu is made in Zaowu.
There is still water leaking on the roof, and a basin is used to catch it below. When it is almost full, it is poured outside.
Wei Shouzhong looked at the basin. After a moment, he turned around and there was no one on the chair behind him.
Wei Zhao went out to get wet in the rain.
Wei Shouzhong noticed something was wrong and chased him out. Seeing that his persuasion was useless, he had no choice but to hold up an umbrella to support him.
Yu Tingwan followed Huiniang in at this time.
It was raining heavily, and he clearly did nothing. He just stood in the courtyard, his eyebrows were dull, his eyes were cold and distant, but that figure looked particularly lonely.
My long hair was spread like ink, and water was dripping from my hair and clothes. The embarrassment also revealed an unconcealable dignity.
He seemed out of place in this remote countryside.
The evil wind sent huge raindrops towards him, hitting him hard on the face.
The sky was heavy and there was lightning.
Wei Zhao smiled softly, his voice hoarse.
“There was no blood splattering on my face.”
The rain is cold, but the blood is hot.
Huiniang's pupils shrank greatly and her voice trembled again: "Why do you always ruin your body!"
Wei Zhao looked over with calm eyes and repeated it again and again.
"I..."
"It's really not Wei Shen."
There was a coldness in his bones.
"There is no need for you to waste your energy on me."
"After all...no matter how much you pay, you will get nothing."
Now he is nothing but A body that can barely breathe. His whole body was bloody and riddled with wounds.
What can Wei Shouzhong do? Wei Zhao said he was his father, but he admitted it: "Okay, okay, you are not." Wei Zhao:...
He had no intention of going back at all, and he didn't mind the guard Shouzhong behind him who was protecting him from the rain.
Wei Zhao seemed confused.
He asked word by word.
"If there is a great injustice, and there is a blood feud but you cannot kill the enemy with your hands. Will heaven shed blood?"
His voice was very soft, as if he was asking the question to himself, and he never felt that anyone could give him the answer.
But suddenly someone in front made a sudden noise.
“No.”
Yu Tingwan’s tone was so calm that there was no wave at all.
“In the twelfth year of the Jin Dynasty, there were consecutive years of drought. Whatever was planted in the fields died. The government’s disaster relief funds had not yet arrived. The people could not afford to eat, and they were as skinny as firewood. Countless people died of starvation.”
"Even if there are gods in the sky, they may not have compassionate hearts."
Yu Tingwan was finally dragged to the stove to warm herself by the fire. She drank tofu and felt like crying for a moment.
This is the food that people eat!
Yu Tingwan ate very seriously, putting spoonfuls into his mouth. Even though she was very hungry, she ate quickly, but she still looked very polite.
Wei Zhao was pushed opposite her to warm himself over the fire.
He had changed into dry clothes and looked gloomy.
Hui Niang: "We have made a lot of tofu this time. The head of the house will make a trip to deliver some to Doctor Qian. He has worked hard for him in the past few days."
Wei Shouzhong agreed, I put on my raincoat and went out with a few pieces of tofu.
Hui Niang boils eggs for Wei Zhao every day, and she didn’t miss any today, so she stuffed them into his hand.
Wei Zhao turned around and wanted to throw it away.
But Hui Niang will definitely talk about it, which is annoying just thinking about it.
He looked across at Yu Tingwan, who was treating tofu brain as a delicacy.
She was very satisfied with the food and her eyes were bright.
When Huiniang went to work on the stove, Yu Tingwan saw an egg in front of her eyes.
She was a little confused and looked at Wei Zhao.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Wei Zhao threw the egg into the fire impatiently.
Yu Tingwan:! ! !
This is expensive food.
The Hu family has to save all their chickens and eggs. Half of it was to replenish Hu Yaozu's health, and the other half had to be taken to the town to exchange for money.
She quickly used a branch to pull out the eggs.
Yu Tingwan thought that he was indeed not very well-minded.
She put the eggs on the table and went to find Hui Niang.
Huiniang: "Would you like another bowl?"
"No."
She was already very full.
"Remember to pick up the basket on the table when you turn around."
As she said that, she turned to look at Wei Zhao, who had drooped eyelids, and warned her again.
"Alang, eat the eggs quickly. You have to take medicine after eating them."
She said to Yu Tingwan again: "There's nothing in it, just some tofu and some I pickled the pickles myself."
Wei Zhao was expressionless and threw the eggs into the basket covered with cloth without thinking.
After thinking about it, he simply threw in the sweet candy that Wei Shouzhong had given him.
Yu Tingwan always felt that the basket was very heavy.
After returning to the old house, she looked through it.
I saw white and tender tofu, pickles in clay pots, eggs with broken shells, sugar in the corner, a few stones, tiles that fell from the roof, and...
< br>The little girl's breath was stagnant.
Why is there still a bowl of medicine in the basket?
You don’t have to think about it to know who did it.
Did Wei Shen regard her as a rag collector?
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(End of this chapter)