Hearing this, Bao Jiaxin hesitated, glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu, then nodded, took a piece of dried bamboo shoots, and stuffed it into his mouth with a tragic face, which was suddenly spicy enough, and a layer of fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and he poured two bowls of water in a row, and the spiciness was still unabated.

Zheng Shaoqiu said with a smile: "Granny Qian, you don't have to worry about him, they don't eat spicy food at home." ”

Granny Qian realized when she heard this, and apologized again and again.

Bao Jiaxin waved his hand, raised his head, and two lines of tears fell down.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman walked out of the back room with a little boy in tow, and nodded to Zheng Shaoqiu and the others, even if they had said hello.

Granny Qian served two more bowls of rice, and then ran to decoction without eating a mouthful.

Zheng Shaoqiu slowly turned his head, glanced at the faces of the woman and the child, and sighed secretly.

This woman looked to be in her early thirties, although it was autumn, but she was wearing a black over-the-knee cotton suit, and she was careful when eating, and her right hand was on her lower abdomen, looking like she was very injured.

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes flashed with a different color, this woman's face was very ugly, sallow and black, she should have had surgery not long ago, she was short of breath and weak, and nine times out of ten she had cut her gallbladder.

There was nothing wrong with the little boy, the weather was getting cooler, and he occasionally felt a chill, and he is currently recovering.

However, on the one hand, Zheng Shaoqiu was not good at asking for acupuncture diagnosis and treatment, but he beckoned, and when the little boy came to his side, he gently pressed several acupuncture points on his head twice by rubbing his head, which would alleviate the condition.

At this moment, the woman slowly raised her head and said weakly, "Mom, don't be busy, let's eat first." ”

Granny Qian shook her head when she heard this, waved her hand and said, "You guys eat, I'm not hungry now." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu smiled and asked the little boy to sit down and eat obediently, then took two steps forward and sat in front of Granny Qian: "Granny Qian, leave it to me, I am studying traditional Chinese medicine, boiling medicine or something is commonplace, your fire is too strong, and the effect of the medicine is greatly reduced." ”

Granny Qian couldn't help it, so she struggled to stand up, hammered twice on her calf, took out two Chinese cabbages and put them on the board, and chopped them up with a clatter.

After a while, after stomping on it, she collapsed into the chicken basin again.

After doing this, the old man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, sat down at the dining table, and picked up his chopsticks.

At this point, the meal is already cold.

Zheng Shaoqiu added firewood while fanning the fan, and chatted with Granny Qian from time to time, and he also had some clues in his heart.

After the old woman had eaten, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and Granny Qian's son also came home from work, looking dusty, but only in his early thirties, but he looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, his temples were white, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and the whole person was silent, and he had no energy at all.

After Granny Qian cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she didn't even rest, and cooked dinner for her son.

For this old man, every day is a step-by-step busy, and it is good to rest for ten minutes every day.

In fact, in the early years, their family was not bad, a few acres of bamboo forests in front of the courtyard were planted by the elderly, relying on these, making some woven bamboo chairs, and there was no problem in supporting the family.

His son Lei Jun and daughter-in-law both work in a nearby factory, and the expenses are not large, so they have a good life.

It's just that not long after, Granny Qian's wife died of illness, and Lei Gang was also because of his temper and didn't know how to have a good relationship with his colleagues, so he was disdained by the leader, and was sent from the workshop director to the front line, and then threw him away and arranged him into the handling team.

Some time ago, his wife was diagnosed with acute cholecystitis, and the operation was successful, but the life at home became more and more difficult.

When Granny Qian said this, the furrows on her old face seemed to be even deeper, and her trachoma kept crying, and she kept wiping it, wiping it and wiping it, as if she couldn't stop it.

Zheng Shaoqiu exhaled deeply and was silent.

After hearing his intention, Granny Qian put down the work in her hand, turned around and walked into the room, and when she came out again, there was already a small handful of thin threads in her hand.

It looks like a nylon rope, similar to a fishing line.

Zheng Shaoqiu greeted him, picked them out one by one, and found that each one was about eighty centimeters long, black in color, and looked a little dirty.

After six or seven minutes, he pursed his lips and picked up the tea bowl beside him and drank it.

Bao Jiaxin kept observing him as if he was not looking, took out a cigarette without a label from his pocket, and handed it over: "Brother Zheng, are we going fishing later?"

Zheng Shaoqiu shook his head and pulled out a fishing line casually: "Come, how about you try the strength." ”

Hearing this, Bao Jiaxin was slightly stunned, scratched his head with some doubts, and then wrapped his hands around a few times and pulled hard.

The line is abruptly straightened and capricious.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Bao Jiaxin was a little more interested, riveted his strength, and pulled both sides, but it was still to no avail.

"How is that possible?"

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, and even if his hands were red, he still didn't believe in evil.

The ordinary-looking fishing line was stretched straight, and there was a crunch in the air.

"Bang ......"

Bao Jiaxin's face turned red, and he gasped: "It's impossible......"

"Nothing is impossible. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at him lightly, took out the lighter casually, and burned it under the fishing line.

A few minutes later, the fishing line had been burned black, he stopped the movement in his hand, blew twice, and wiped it lightly, a black stain appeared on his finger belly, and the fishing line was still the same.

"Hiss......"

Seeing this, Bao Jiaxin's face changed again and again.

He is not a fool, and it is impossible that he has not been able to see the extraordinary thing about this fishing line until now.

"Brother Zheng, what the hell is this?"

Zheng Shaoqiu waved his hand, turned his gaze, looked at Granny Qian, and asked softly, "Granny Qian, what is this black rope for?"

Granny Qian had just brought down the medicine stove at this time, and after hearing his words, she said without looking back: "I don't know, this is my old man's, he never mentioned it." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu frowned incomprehensibly when he heard this, and said softly: "Granny Qian, I won't tell you, I came here for this thing today." ”

"In your hands, that is, as a rope, it's not very useful, I'll take it all this time. ”

"If the price is concerned, it will be ...... according to one stick"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted.

Granny Qian turned around and said with a smile: "Don't mention anything that doesn't have money, it's not worth a few dollars, you have to take a fancy to it, just take it." ”

At this moment, Lei Jun, who was always silent, pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Mom, Xiao Zheng means to buy." ”