"The lady said I could go to her......"

In a small room, a woman with a bun whispered. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This woman is the mother Zhang who led Wei Yuan that day, the mother-in-law surnamed Wang knew Wei Yuan's identity, and thought that after the flower viewing banquet was over, she wanted to sell it to Zhang's mother after the flower viewing banquet, but she didn't expect Wei Yuan to have an accident at the flower viewing banquet, and the big guy made a mess, where can anyone still think of Zhang's mother.

"Ahem, I'm afraid that people are just polite, if we go seriously, maybe it will make people embarrassed."

There was a man in his early thirties lying on the bed, and his face was sickly pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time: "It's all my fault for this disease, it's really painful for you."

Zhang shook his head, with tears in his eyes: "Don't say such things, take care of your illness."

"Well, cough, cough, cough, cough......" The man nodded, but began to cough violently again, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and a few abnormal flushes appeared on his face.

The curtain in the room was lifted, and a boy about five or six years old poked his head in: "Daddy, don't talk, don't cough when you hold your breath."

The boy ran to the man's bed, took the man's bony hand with his small hand, took a deep breath, and demonstrated to the man.

The man smiled slightly, tried to suppress the discomfort in his throat, coughed a few times, and really didn't cough again, but his face was flushed.

"Pillar, are you hungry?" Zhang glanced at the man who was trying to hold back his cough distressedly, and touched the little boy's head, "I'll go get something to eat, you have a good rest, don't worry about other things." ”

"I'm hungry." The boy said honestly, lowered his head slightly and felt a little embarrassed, and whispered when he went out, "Mother, I will eat less in the future and save the money for my father's medical treatment." ”

Zhang's nose was sore, tears almost fell, and he held his hand tightly: "Good boy, when your father is well, we don't have to do this."

"Mother, what is a sick ghost?" Walking into the hut next to him, Zhang filled the stove with firewood, and the boy standing next to him suddenly asked in a low voice.

Zhang's hand shook, raised his head and had tears in his eyes: "Who said such a thing to you?"

"Yes, it's the sunspots, they say Dad is a sick ghost." When the boy saw Zhang's red eyes, he hurriedly got up and took Zhang's hand.

Zhang buried his face in his hands and sobbed lowly, but soon wiped his tears and stood up, with a resolute expression on the stove: "Your father is not a sick ghost, you have to remember that your father is a showman!" He's a reader! ”

"I know, I know," the boy nodded hurriedly, "I said Daddy can write and draw!" Much better than their daddy! ”

Zhang scooped a bowl of millet from the jar, looked at the bottom of the jar with only a thin layer of rice left, and already had a plan in his heart.

Put the rice in a pot, mix it with a little sorghum, add water and cook it into a pot of gruel, and add some woad vegetables, which is the food of the family for the whole day.

Zhang took out the rice porridge and brought it to the room, the man was wearing clothes and was painting a fan on the small table, and when he saw the woman come in, he smiled and said: "I feel better today, finish this one, and you can take it for a few dollars in a while......"

Zhang nodded, spread out the fan to dry, the man's skills in making fans are very good, and he was once quite popular in the literati circle, but he has always been reluctant to do more: mountains and rivers, only for confidants.

Later, when he fell ill and couldn't support it at home, he would always use passing the time as an excuse to draw some tricks and make some folding fans.

Zhang changed into the indigo jacket and brought the small silver comb, not because she intended to do so, but this was the only one left in the family that was more decent.

"Zhuzi, my mother has something to go out, you listen to your father at home."

Zhang said to the boy, went out of the door with a folding fan in his hand, turned a corner, knocked on the door of the family, and it was a woman of about the same age.

"Wang's sister-in-law is here? Come on in. The woman turned sideways to let Zhang into the house, saw the folding fan in Zhang's hand and said, "Brother Wang is making a folding fan again?" Alas, you two are really ......"

Zhang handed the folding fan to the woman: "He used to value these things, but now that the family can survive it, he doesn't need this thing for the time being."

The woman took the folding fan, turned around and walked into the house and took out a box with dozens of folding fans in it, drawing different landscapes.

"It's all here. I know what you're thinking, you're afraid that in the future, when he gets well from high school, someone will make a fuss about it, but ...... Alas, is there still rice at home? Shall I scoop two bowls for you? ”

The woman sighed as she spoke, put the folding fan down and asked. Zhang shook his head hurriedly and pressed the woman's hand: "What I have at home, if it really comes to that point, I won't keep these things, but every time I trouble you like this......"

"Hey, what are you talking about! What's the trouble? Brother Wang used to teach my strong son to read and write! If this is calculated, our family will be even more troublesome to your family. ”

The woman's apricot eyes widened, dissatisfied with Zhang's kind words.

"Everyone is a neighbor, the strong son is studious, and there is no trouble or trouble after teaching me to recognize a few words......"

"Yes," the woman took her words, "and there should be no more trouble." ”

Zhang stood for a while and said with a smile: "A lady said before that her family still lacks a cook, and I want to try it today."

"Ah, that's a good thing! I'll keep you too, don't delay! The woman was surprised and nodded, a smile on her face.

Most of the people living in Qiwan Lane are businessmen, and generally speaking, the people who live here can be regarded as the middle class in Yangzhou.

Zhang inquired about the location of Qiwan Lane, walked from the sun in the sky, walked to a slight oblique, and walked for more than an hour, with a thin layer of sweat floating on his face.

There is a camphor tree in front of the door, this location is very easy to find, almost every house on this street is planted with kumquats in front of the door, which means to attract wealth and treasure.

Zhang stood in front of the door and straightened his clothes, and gently buttoned the copper button.

It was Yun Feng who opened the door, and he was still holding a book of geography in his hand, since Wei Yuan said that, he was fascinated by geography, and automatically took the position of the gatehouse, and sat and studied the bends in the book when he had nothing to do.

Zhang was shocked when he saw the book in Yun Feng's hand, and he didn't know what his identity was here: "Little boy Fu'an, may I ask if Wei Niangzi lives here?"

"Yes." Yun Feng nodded.

"Mrs. Wei said before that there is still a shortage of cooks in the house, let me give it a try." When Zhang heard that Wei Yuan did live here, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little nervously, worried that he had found a suitable person here.

"It's you," Yun Feng shouted, "The lady said this, you come in, I'll take you to find Sister Ah Xun." ”