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

"It's nothing, although money is important, people are more important." Yao Shiling asked, "Did you say that?" ”

"Hmm." Wen Qing nodded.

Early the next morning, Yao Shiling and Wen Qing fed the cattle and took them to the county cattle market.

There are a lot of cattle and sheep in the cattle market, but there are not many cattle like the Wen family, which are smooth, clean, strong, and good, so many traders come to inquire about the price.

Wen Qing chose one of the farmers, asked for the home address and the use of the cattle, and sold it for 455 yuan, which aroused the envy of many people.

"It was sold for four hundred and fifty-five, which is a high price."

"People are good, and when they have strength, they can do their work."

"Yes."

"With such strength, he is a good hand in the field, and it's a pity to sell it."

“……”

Wen Qing also felt a pity, but it was important to save people, and she couldn't care so much. In the envy of a group of people, Wen Qing pulled Yao Shiling to the four-way intersection of the county seat to wait for the bus, ready to go to the city hospital immediately.

At this time, there were very few buses, every hour or two hours, and the fare was five cents per person.

"How long will it take?" Yao Shiling asked, "Otherwise, I'll go back first, you can go alone." ”

"After the beans are planted, it's okay for you to go back, come with me to the city hospital to see Aunt Xiao." Wen Qing was afraid that the cow had just been sold, and Yao Shiling felt sad, so she pulled her along.

"Here, here, here's the car." Yao Shiling suddenly pointed to the intersection on the left and said.

Wen Qing looked over, and sure enough, he saw a dilapidated single-door rural car swaying over.

"Mom, let's get in the car." Wen Qing pulled Yao Shiling into the car, and more than half an hour later, he arrived in Nanzhou City, which was the city where Wen Qing and Ji Yan both lived.

However, Wen Qing didn't have the heart to observe Nanzhou at this time, her more important purpose was to find Aunt Xiao.

She went to the city hospital, asked the front desk, searched for a long time, and finally found ward No. 208.

There were few people in the ward, but Wen Qing still saw Aunt Xiao beside the bed at a glance.

Aunt Xiao described her as haggard, carrying a bowl of porridge, and was feeding the child on the bed, the child was about ten years old, with a sallow face, but her eyes were very bright, and she turned her head to the side, indicating that she did not want to eat.

Around the bed were two men and a younger, slightly older woman. Wen Qing guessed that this should be Aunt Xiao's parents-in-law and husband.

Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law kept crying quietly by the bedside.

Aunt Xiao's father-in-law and husband squatted aside silently, and occasionally said irritably: "Don't cry." ”

Aunt Xiao was silent, put down the bowl, stood up and cleaned up her things, as if she was about to be discharged from the hospital.

The nurse also came to urge the discharge.

"We'll leave right away." Aunt Xiao responded weakly.

Wen Qing stepped forward and shouted, "Aunt Xiao." ”

Aunt Xiao turned her head and looked at Wen Qing and Yao Shiling in surprise: "Wen Qing, why are you here?" ”

Wen Qing originally wanted to buy some fruit from the door, but after thinking about it, the fruit also costs money, forget it, don't buy it, so she and Yao Shiling are empty-handed.

"What are you doing here?" Aunt Xiao asked.

Wen Qing didn't say much, put the cloth bag on the bed, took out her sketchbook and needlework, and from the bottom of the cloth bag, took out a small roll rolled with a handkerchief, this handkerchief was specially prepared by Yao Shiling to roll money, Wen Qing unfolded the handkerchief, and a roll of money was revealed, and as soon as the money was revealed, he saw a hundred banknotes.

Aunt Xiao was shocked.

Aunt Xiao's father-in-law, mother-in-law, and husband were also surprised.

"This, this is ......" Aunt Xiao couldn't say a complete sentence.

Wen Qing said: "Aunt Xiao, I have five hundred and thirty-five yuan here, which is a little short of six hundred, but I will continue to open Aunt Xiao's tailor shop in the past two days, and sixty-five yuan will be able to be collected soon." ”

Aunt Xiao looked at Wen Qing in disbelief: "Wen Qing, where did you get so much money?" ”

Wen Qing looked at Yao Shiling and said, "My mother sold the family's cattle and then made it up." Wen Qing handed the money to Aunt Xiao: "Aunt Xiao, you can take it to treat the child." ”

Without waiting for Aunt Xiao's reaction, Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law knelt down with a "plop": "Good person, you are a good person, thank you, you saved the lives of our whole family." ”

Wen Qing was startled, and hurriedly went with Yao Shiling to help Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law up.

Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law can't live or die, so she has to kowtow to Wen Qing and Yao Shiling.

"Auntie, don't kneel, the children are watching here." Yao Shiling pulled Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law up hard.

Aunt Xiao's father-in-law and husband looked at Wen Qing gratefully.

Aunt Xiao seemed to have something choked in her throat, these days she has seen all kinds of people's hearts, once she thought that she had a good relationship with relatives and friends, as soon as she heard that her child was sick, she spent almost all the money in the family, and they were all far away from her. As soon as he heard that she was still short of five or six hundred yuan, he closed the door of his house when he saw her, lest she borrow money.

What relatives, does she help them less?

In the end, there is only Wen Qing, only Wen Qing...... Aunt Xiao cried as she clutched the money.

"Aunt Xiao, don't cry." Wen Qing said: "Hurry up and pay for treatment, the early the treatment, the better." If it's not enough, we owe two days, and there should be no problem on the hospital's side. ”

When Aunt Xiao heard this, her spirit was shocked, and she hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I'll pay it over." ”

Aunt Xiao was very anxious, staggered for a moment to stand firm, accidentally touched Wen Qing's sketch without knowing it, and then hurried out of the ward and rushed to the cash register.

Aunt Xiao's mother-in-law took Yao Shiling's hand and expressed her gratitude with tears and snot.

Wen Qing asked Aunt Xiao's husband about the child's condition, and Aunt Xiao's family were all from the countryside and had not been to school for a few years. They don't even remember the name of the disease, they say what the mitral valve is, what is closed, it needs to open the chest once or something, anyway, it is necessary to have surgery.

Wen Qing thought for a while, but didn't figure out what the disease was, from Aunt Xiao's husband's narrative, it can be seen that if it is in the 21st century, this disease is nothing, but here, it is a big disease, and the main operation costs a lot. However, doctors are almost 90 percent sure that surgery can be cured.

Not long after Aunt Xiao paid the money, the doctor transferred the child to the ward, saying that it would be examined first and then operated.

Wen Qing was thinking about going back to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop to make money, and she didn't plan to stay long, so she said goodbye to Aunt Xiao's family.

Aunt Xiao's family is very grateful to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing said a few words of relief, then carried the cloth bag and left with Yao Shiling.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the city hospital, Wen Qing kept rummaging through the cloth bag.

"Wen Qing, what's wrong?" Yao Shiling asked suspiciously.

Wen Qing was stunned: "Mom, my sketch doesn't seem to be missing." ”

"Did it fall into the ward?" Yao Shiling asked.

"I'll look for it." Wen Qing hurriedly turned back, Aunt Xiao and they were no longer in room 208, Wen Qing looked back and forth around an empty bed, turned over the sheets, and didn't find the sketchbook, she couldn't help but get anxious.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Yao Shiling asked beside her.

"Nope."

"Does it matter?" Yao Shiling asked.

"Hmm." Wen Qing expanded the scope of her search and searched around the other beds: "That's the clothes and shoes I painted. ”

Yao Shiling looked at Wen Qing too anxious, and said: "Anyway, you painted it, if you lose it, you will lose it, and if you lose it, you will paint it again, don't worry." ”

Lost it and painted again?

Those drawings were all her flashes of inspiration, and she couldn't draw them at all: "I'll ask Aunt Xiao about them." ”

Saying that, Wen Qing ran out to find Aunt Xiao again.

Aunt Xiao's family was waiting in the corridor, Wen Qing stepped forward to ask, and the family didn't know what the drawings were.

Wen Qing was deflated.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice from behind me: "Little girl." ”

Wen Qing frowned and turned around, and saw a slightly chubby man, about fifty years old, wearing not the Zhongshan suit often worn by people in the county, but a suit, with a very temperamental appearance.

"Little girl." The man shouted again.

The group of people who shouted were puzzled, Wen Qing also looked around, and finally pointed his finger back at himself and asked, "Uncle, you call me?" ”

"Are you looking for this?" The man raised the sketchbook in his hand.

Seeing the sketchbook, Wen Qing's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, this sketchbook is mine." Thank you, uncle. ”

When Wen Qing walked over, his hand also stretched out, but the man didn't give Wen Qing, but asked, "These are all drawn by you?" ”

"I painted it." Wen Qing said.

The man looked at Wen Qing's eyes, flashing with joy and a hint of appreciation, and then asked, "Do you know how to make clothes and shoes?" ”

Wen Qing was anxious to get back the sketchbook and nodded: "I will." ”

The man nodded secretly, then unfolded the sketchbook, pointed to one of the clothes and asked, "Can you sell me this dress?" ”

As soon as the man's words came out, Yao Shiling and Aunt Xiao's family were all stunned. In their thinking, buying and selling are all tangible, such as buying oil, salt, and fish, all of which have substantial substances.

What does this man want to buy?

Yao Shiling knew that the sketchbook was cut by Wen Qing for five cents to buy a large piece of white paper, and usually Wen Qing had nothing to do, so he took Wen Peng's rotten pen, lay on the bed, and scribbled against the kerosene lamp. She has always thought that Wen Qing was scribbling, and where she paints seriously will be as easy and perfunctory as Wen Qing.

But the man in front of him actually wants to buy it? Yao Shiling doesn't believe it anyway, he's joking, right?

All were skeptical.

Only Wen Qingping was calm and quiet, and he was not surprised by this.

The man looked at Wen Qing with more appreciation.

"How about selling this one to me for two hundred dollars?" The man asked.

Two hundred bucks?!

Yao Shiling and Aunt Xiao's family were motionless as if they had been struck by lightning.

Just this piece of torn paper drawn with a pencil head sells for two hundred dollars?!