"Aunt Xiao, don't worry, change your shoes first, take the money, go to the east of the county to rent a bicycle, come step by step, hand over the store to me to see, you go back now." Wen Qing reminded.

Aunt Xiao glanced at Wen Qing gratefully: "Wen Qing ......"

"Aunt Xiao, hurry up, the child is important, hurry up and send it to the hospital." Wen Qing said.

"Okay, okay." Aunt Xiao was fine, but she still couldn't stop panicking.

In the end, it was Wen Qing who helped and sent Aunt Xiao away.

Aunt Xiao looked back at Wen Qing again and again.

Wen Qing repeatedly emphasized: "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, I will take a good look at the store, it is important to cure the baby." ”

"Okay."

Aunt Xiao nodded and left in a hurry with Sister Sun.

Wen Qing was busy in the store alone, originally she could get off work at half past two, but the store was too busy, she had to get off work late, during which she felt a hot gaze outside the store staring at her, and when she looked up at the outside of the store, a truck roared by.

Could it be Ji Yanjun?

It's impossible, he won't look at himself, Wen Qing doesn't care anymore and continues to make clothes.

Until half past four in the afternoon, she could not stay any longer, she had to go to the big market to buy vegetables, go home for half an hour, and if it was too late, it would not be safe to walk alone on the big dirt road.

Wen Qing inspected the store, and after confirming that there were no potential safety hazards, she locked the door of Aunt Xiao's sewing shop, went to the big market to buy some white noodles, eggs, cut two catties of meat, carried a large bag, and walked home.

As soon as I set foot on the big dirt road, I saw Yao Shiling and Wen Peng hurriedly walking this way.

"Big sister, big sister!" Wen Peng waved his hand and shouted from afar.

Yao Shiling saw Wen Qing and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qing hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Mom, Pengpeng, why are you here?" ”

"Eldest sister, today I got out of school early and was doing my homework at home, and my mother came back from the field and said that you should go home early, seeing that you didn't come back, I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I came to you with my mother." Wen Peng Balabala explained.

Wen Qing smiled, her heart was warm, and she reached out to touch Wen Peng's head, Wen Peng was still so thin.

Yao Shiling took the cloth bag in Wen Qing's hand and asked, "Why did you come back so late today?" ”

Wen Qing and Yao Shiling walked home and explained: "Aunt Xiao's son is sick, saying that he is lying in bed and can't get out of bed, Aunt Xiao will go back in the afternoon, and I will help to see the store for a while." ”

"It's so strict." Yao Shiling exclaimed.

"Well, I don't know what the disease is, it doesn't matter if I want to." Wen Qing was also worried.

The mother and son walked while talking, and soon returned to Shuiwan Village.

Looking at the things Wen Qing bought, Yao Shiling nagged again, Wen Qing was happy to hear it, she was not afraid of spending money, as long as her family ate and drank well.

Especially Wen Peng ate the chicken in her white porcelain jar, full of happiness, and she was also happy.

At night, it is when Wen Qing works overtime to make shoes at night, the difference is that Yao Shiling also helps to do it today, looking at Shuiwan Village, there is no woman who can't make shoes, but if it looks good and is comfortable to wear, except for Wen Qing, there is really no one else.

Yao Shiling is also fast, but like other women in Shuiwan Village, she can only do it with her hands, not innovate. Wen Qing was on the side to guide.

The soles, uppers, and styles are all done, cut, and painted, and Yao Shiling only needs to have even stitches.

"Mom, don't tie this knot on the sole of your shoes, picky people will not like it when they see it."

"Where's that? What's more? ”

"Hit under the insole. I don't care who buys it. ”

The mother and daughter faced the kerosene lamp, each made a pair of shoes, and after Wen Qing handed over his money, he urged Yao Shiling to sleep.

Yao Shiling took Wen Qing and handed over eight yuan, she didn't feel good in her heart, she always felt that after Wen Qing's second uncle died, no one would spoil Wen Qing, Wen Qing was so sensible all of a sudden, sensible let her blame herself, Yao Shiling couldn't help but urge: "Wen Qing, you go to bed early." ”

"Oh, I know." Wen Qing responded, lying on the bed in the account, drawing shoes and clothes under the kerosene lamp, and even the proportions were marked. She had so many things in her head about what shoes and clothes would look like, and she didn't have time to make them, and she thought she might be able to draw better if she had gone to school for two more years.

Thinking about it this way, her desire to repeat it became even stronger.

After painting a pair of shoes, she blew out the light and went to sleep.

The next day, before dawn, it began to rain.

Wen Qing's house is a thatched house, ticking and leaking, until Wen Qing woke up, Wen Qing hurriedly got up, got up and saw that the small house was leaking in four or five places, and after a while, Yao Shiling took all the pots and pans to catch the water.

Wen Qing put the soaked fabric and shoe soles in the cabinet of the hall table, and the sketches had to be carried with him from time to time. After breakfast, put on rubber shoes, carry a cloth bag, and hold an umbrella to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop in the county seat.

Originally, Wen Qing was very annoyed by this rainy day, and the house was damp. However, I heard that some people said that the rain was good, so it rained after planting the beans, and the harvest was good. After a few days, you can pick up bean sprouts and stir-fry vegetables in the field, and Wen Qing suddenly felt that the rain was very cute.

Wen Qing was in a good mood, but when she arrived at Aunt Xiao's tailor shop with her whole body wet, Aunt Xiao had not come back yet.

Wen Qing had to open the door by herself, and there were few guests on a rainy day, so she could just make the clothes on the small book. Then go home as usual until half-past four.

It was still rainy the next day, and Aunt Xiao still didn't come back.

On the third day, it was a little clearer, and Aunt Xiao finally came back.

When Aunt Xiao came back, Wen Qing sat in front of the sewing machine and made a pair of pants with a diagonal zipper.

"Wen Qing." Aunt Xiao shouted.

Wen Qing raised her head and smiled instinctively, but when she saw Aunt Xiao, she couldn't laugh, but when it was only three days, Aunt Xiao lost a lot of weight, and she was still wearing the clothes she wore three days ago, and she was listless.

"Aunt Xiao." Wen Qing stopped the sewing machine and stepped forward and asked, "How is the child?" ”

Aunt Xiao sat weakly on the stool.

Wen Qing hurriedly went to pour water.

Aunt Xiao looked around, as if she was reluctant to come here.

"Aunt Xiao." Wen Qing urged.

Aunt Xiao's eyes fell on Wen Qing, and Wen Qing had a bad premonition.

"I haven't paid you yet." Aunt Xiao said.

Wen Qing looked at Aunt Xiao and asked cautiously, "Aunt Xiao, is there something wrong with the child?" ”

Aunt Xiao's eyes turned red, and she almost cried: "The child is sick, the poor are sick of wealth, I took him to the city hospital three days ago, the money was spent, the doctor said that it can be cured, but the medical expenses may be five or six hundred." ”

Five or six hundred?

Wen Qing took a breath of cool air, five or six hundred is nothing in the twenty-first century, but in this era when a fritter costs four cents and rice costs fifteen yuan and one hundred catties, five or six hundred yuan is a life.

In an instant, Wen Qing understood Aunt Xiao's intentions: "Aunt Xiao, do you want to sell the tailor shop?" ”

Aunt Xiao nodded with difficulty.

Wen Qing was silent, no matter how much money was not as important as life, but for Aunt Xiao, Aunt Xiao's tailor shop was not her own child.

"Did you find a buyer?" Wen Qing asked.

Aunt Xiao shook her head: "Not yet, this house can't be sold for a few dollars, just two façade rooms, a small yard in the back, and the terrain is not good, all rely on the word of mouth of my old customers, and the business is good." At most, it sells for 400 yuan, but my sewing machine is worth a lot of money, and the butterfly brand one is 175 when I buy it, and I should be able to sell it for 100 yuan if I discount it in half, and these cloths...... When I bought the goods, I didn't pay all the money, so I had to return the cloth and have to make up the factory for a little money. ”

Aunt Xiao said one by one, Wen Qing listened on the side, and then the money she earned in the past few days, as well as her commission for selling shoes, in three days, Wen Qing earned thirty yuan for Aunt Xiao.

Aunt Xiao looked at Wen Qing gratefully and took the money.

But Aunt Xiao was in a hurry to sell Aunt Xiao's tailor shop and didn't stay in the store for long.

Wen Qing stayed until half past four in the afternoon with a heavy heart, and then returned to Shuiwan Village, she had an idea in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

When Yao Shiling asked her about Aunt Xiao's situation, she told her the truth.

Yao Shiling also had to sigh.

The next day, Wen Qing went to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop as usual, Aunt Xiao went to the store to sit for a while, Aunt Xiao did not find a buyer, this era to make a fortune is the pioneer of diet, the tailor shop is not easy to sell, and the location of Aunt Xiao's tailor shop is not good, at this time the talent house has no concept, besides, except for the few 10,000 yuan households in the county, no one can come up with five or six hundred yuan at once.

Therefore, Aunt Xiao ran for two days and found nothing, and she became more and more anxious.

A thought in Wen Qing's heart became stronger and stronger, but she really didn't know how to speak, so she went back to Shuiwan Village.

Yao Shiling asked about Aunt Xiao's situation as usual.

Wen Qing replied: "No one wants to buy it." ”

Yao Shiling was silent for a while and asked, "She doesn't feed any pigs or cows in her hometown, and she can sell them for a few hundred yuan at once." ”

"Nope." Wen Qing shook her head: "Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law saw that Aunt Xiao could make money, and she didn't even raise a chicken at home, and she often touched dominoes in the village to gamble money, otherwise the child would not be sick, and she hadn't found out yet." ”

"Where's the child's father?"

"An honest farmer with little money."

Yao Shiling sighed.

Wen Qing's belly manuscript was beaten over and over again, and every time it reached her throat, she swallowed it again, Yao Shiling was too good to her in her previous life, but now, ......

"Wen Qing." Yao Shiling shouted.

Wen Qing looked up at Yao Shiling.

Yao Shiling was silent for a while before saying: "Wen Qing, otherwise, sell our cattle, this cow was raised from a young calf, and now the beef is not cheap, the cow is always easier to sell than the house, although it can't be sold for five or six hundred yuan at once, but more than four hundred should be able to be sold, and there are more than 100 yuan left, let's make it together together, and more than 100 yuan can still be made." You say yes, right? ”

"Mom......" Wen Qing looked at Yao Shiling in disbelief.

Yao Shiling smiled: "Haven't you been thinking like this all the time?" ”

Wen Qing was guessed and nodded.

"That's good, the cow is sold, you can cure a doll, the value of the cow sold. In the future, the sewing shop will also be yours, and Mom believes that you can earn the cattle back. Yao Shiling said.

Wen Qing looked at Yao Shiling for a moment, and suddenly her eyes turned red.