Han: "Selling yourself into slavery, where is there any freedom?" Their household registration is all in the Qinglou, as the slaves of the Qinglou, doesn't it mean that the wages of the Qinglou are not high, or they are treated harshly? ”

I asked, "Isn't it natural to want to make more money?" ”

Han: "That's true. That's the difference between being free and being sold into slavery. ”

I looked at Han quietly.

Chef Ma has always been an old oilman, crawling around in the green building, and dealing with all kinds of tricky little guys. If he sees us out shopping, he might gossip about us behind our backs. But Han casually threw out a matter, which made Chef Ma mess up and tease our minds.

A long time ago, every time I asked Han about his teacher, birth, and practice, he was vague and prevaricated. And I was stupid at the time, and every time he quietly changed the subject.

Han looked down at me: "Why does my sister look at me like this?" Do I have dirt on my face? ”

I handed the peach blossom cake to his mouth: "The peach blossom cake is delicious!" You also take a bite while it's hot. ”

Han lowered his head and took a bite and said with a smile: "Thank you, sister." ”

We continued to walk in the direction of the temple on the outskirts of the city, and when we passed by Aunt Lu Yanran's stall, we saw Yuan Bao lying on the ground with his knees in his hands, sweating profusely and looking pale. And Lu Yanran sat behind the clay pot stall, wiping the cold sweat of the ingots with silk cloth, showing an anxious face.

"Aunt Lu, what's wrong with Yuanbao?" I walked over.

"It's Sister Shuang and Xiaoyuan......" Lu Yanran saw me, raised her head, and smiled wryly, "This melon baby doesn't know what to eat, and her abdominal pain is not stopping, and she vomits and diarrhea." The soil method has been used, but it can't be stopped. ”

"Have you had a doctor?"

In my mind, if I feel unwell, I can go to the doctor, and the doctor will come to diagnose me immediately. But for ordinary people, it is quite a luxury to ask a doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment.

Aunt Lu sighed: "My man went home yesterday and took all the money I earned, and now I want to make more money while there are many people at the temple fair." It is also common for children to have diarrhea, but I didn't expect it to be so serious. After a while, I won't be fine, and I'll take the shop and take him to the doctor. ”

Aunt Lu helped us, and we should help at this moment.

I asked Han, "Do you still have any silver on you?" ”

"Yes." Han nodded, changed all the snacks in his hand to one hand, and then took out a handful of broken silver from his arms.

The money was originally used to visit the temple fair, and I have bought a lot of snacks and spent some along the way, but I still have most of them. Originally, it was used to buy incense or light river lanterns, but those entertainment activities were not worth mentioning for the pain of ingots.

"The money is coming, but if I don't set up a stall today, I'll have to wait a long time before I can pay it back to you." Aunt Lu looked embarrassed.

Clay pots are not easy to sell, and many people in the temple fair will drink and party, and they can always consume a lot of clay pots. It's a shame to miss today.

"Why don't we take him to the doctor?" I turned to Han.

Before Yuanbao pestered me to buy him sugar gourds, Han was jealous and quarreled with Yuanbao like a child. After that, every time he passed by Yuanbao's booth, he and Yuanbao would face each other "slightly", which made me embarrassed every time.

When I mentioned this, Han was really a little displeased: "Sister, we finally came out to play." ”

"People are sick, so be a little sympathetic." I suddenly remembered the past and reached out to touch my lower abdomen.

If I hadn't slipped the baby, I would have been pregnant by now, and I don't know if the child who was born in my womb was a boy or a girl.