In the western suburbs of the county, there is a huge walled courtyard.

Inside the walls, there are several wide grass and wood sheds. Under the shed, rows of looms, weavers, weaving towels.

It is not a towel for the scarf, but a towel for washing the face.

On the loom, the white and blue threads, some are very tight, some are very loose. The shuttle passes horizontally through the middle, a thin stick passes through the loosely stretched thread, picks it up, and a comb under the loom combs the thread tightly, pulls out the thin stick, and a coil is formed. Then the shuttle is threaded again, picked up again, combed again, and so on, and the plush towel is produced.

The weavers worked hard, almost no one spoke, and there was only the sound of the loom under the shed.

On one side of the shed, a woman in her thirties, without a loom in front of her, had a basket of thread in her lap, which contained red, white, yellow, green, and black threads. She folded each color into twenty elbows long, and five colors were a hundred, and then braided them into "hundreds."

Tomorrow is the "Dragon Boat Festival", and the South Vietnamese country has the custom of wearing "Baisuo" during the Dragon Boat Festival, which is mainly worn by children, which means to drive away evil spirits and avoid plagues, eliminate disasters and diseases, and bless peace and health.

The woman was weaving a hundred cords when a four-year-old boy ran through a small door on the side of the wall.

"Mother, Dad is back."

The little boy will climb up the woman's lap. The woman hurriedly set aside the basket and let him climb up to his lap.

"I'll go back when I'm done weaving Baisuo."

The courtyard next to the wall is the courtyard where they live.

The woman's name is Zhou Huiqin, she is one year Chinese New Year's Eve old today, and she was pawned to Gao Can by her husband five years ago.

"Mother, what are you making up?"

"Baiso. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and my mother will make a hundred ropes for you and your brother. ”

The little boy leaned on his mother's arms and looked at the weavers in front of him weaving towels.

Weaving Baisuo is very simple for Zhou Huiqin. She quickly knitted it, put away the basket, and looked at the sky.

The sun is about to set, and the red sunlight is slanting on the earth, and the light is very soft.

She said to the weaver girl in front of her:

"You're almost going back!"

"Okay" "Got it"

The weavers replied one after another, but they didn't leave immediately.

Zhou Huiqin took the child and left. The weavers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and began to talk.

Stepping through the small gate of the fence, this side is the cross courtyard of the house.

Walking through the courtyard to the main courtyard, a man in his thirties was standing by the wall of the courtyard, rinsing his mouth with tea.

Zhou Huiqin walked up to him and smelled alcohol.

"I've been drinking until now?"

"Hmm." The man took a sip of tea, stirred his cheeks several times in a row, grunted in his mouth a few times, and then spit it out again.

"Do you still have dinner?"

"I don't eat it. Wait until you're hungry in the evening to do it. ”

"It's okay, do you want to make you a bowl of decanting soup?"

"I'm fine, it's Lord Liu who got drunk and spit on me, which made me vomit too." Gao Can smiled a little wryly.

Speaking of which, he is the big shopkeeper of Sheng'an Firm, representing Xiling's side. But at the end of the day, he's just the shopkeeper, not the boss. It is equivalent to a general manager, not a chairman.

Lord Liu is an important official of the household department of South Vietnam, and it is very important to accompany him well and be happy.

"Since you don't eat dinner, I want to go out for a bit."

"Where?" Gao Can just asked casually, and didn't mean to control her.

For so many years, Gao Can didn't ask her to go out of the door, but Zhou Huiqin rarely went out.

"Tomorrow during the Dragon Boat Festival, I made up a hundred ropes and wanted to send them to the little stone."

"Baisuo" should be worn before the sun comes out on the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, or the night before. Generally, the mother herself ties it to the child, wears it until the seventh day of the seventh month, and then takes it off and burns it.

"I heard that Xiao Shi is now at the Chunji Snack House." Gao Chan said.

"yes, I know."

Aunt Shen came to her and told her.

"Go ahead, I'll sleep for a while."

Happy with Lord Liu, Gao Can is very tired.

"Well, then I'll take Cheng'er with me."

The son born to Zhou Huiqin and Gao Can is named Gao Cheng.

Gao Can has no opinion. He's a very forgiving guy. I beat the concubine because those two women were too much.

Zhou Huiqin was twenty-six years old when she gave it to Gao Can, and his two concubines were both young women of seventeen or eighteen years old. They called Zhou Huiqin like an old mother, spoke ill of her, and even beat people.

Before the Shi family went bankrupt, Gao Can had met Zhou Huiqin. She is gentle and virtuous, beautiful in appearance, and even though she is in her twenties, she still looks like a small jasper.

Gao Can is not a womanizer, but men are away all year round and always have physiological needs. As his big treasurer, it was impossible to go to prostitution, so he bought a woman as a concubine. The woman was pregnant, and he bought another woman as a concubine.

The two had been fighting endlessly before, and Gao Can was already bored. Later, the Shi family went bankrupt, and Shi Zhang offered to pawn his wife to him. To be honest, he was surprised.

He pawned Zhou Huiqin for four hundred taels of silver. This amount is ten times that of an ordinary woman.

He thought that Shi Chang would do business well with the silver and make a comeback, but it turned out that he used it to sell smuggled salt, and finally died.

When Zhou Huiqin first arrived at him, he didn't touch her. Until Shi Chang died, she took the initiative to surrender herself.

Gao Can understands that she is for the little stone.

She has no free body, Shi Zhang is dead, and no one cares about the little stone. She threw herself into him in the hope that he would take care of Little Rock.

But the boy was very strong, took him over, he didn't come, arranged for him to stay, he didn't go. In the end, it was Zhou Huiqin who gave Shen Damiang silver, and Shen Damiang took him in.

South Gate Street, Chun Kee Snack House.

Chen Xiao stewed a pot of "Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang" with snakes and chickens.

Fang Yu and Xiaoshi drank snake blood wine, but Chen Xiao didn't drink it.

"Why don't you drink it?" Fang Yu insisted on giving her half a bowl of wine.

"I've been unwell for the past two days." Chen Xiaolai has a period.

Fang Yu looked at it: "Where are you uncomfortable?" Why didn't you tell me earlier? Take it in your hand, and I'll take your pulse. ”

Chen Xiao pushed his hand away: "When did you become an old Chinese medicine doctor?" ”

"I've always been an old Chinese medicine doctor."

Fang Yu pulled her hand over and took the pulse in a good way.

"You're fine. What's wrong with you? ”

"Don't say." Chen Xiao shook his head.

Fang Yu stared at her for a long time, and suddenly seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh! You're menstruating. ”

When these words came out of the man's mouth, Chen Xiao felt very embarrassed.

"It's all said! Can't say. ”

"There's nothing to say, it's normal."

"You're a man! ......" Chen Xiao was a little embarrassed.

Xiaoshi smiled, Chunhong was ashamed, bowed his head, and ate.

Fang Yudao: "This is a Hundred Flowers Snake, it is warm, you eat it best now." Here, have a drink. ”

Chen Xiao looked at the wine in the bowl, in fact, she didn't react when she came to menstruation, and her stomach never hurt. Still, she pays attention to this kind of period.

"Don't worry! I'm an old Chinese medicine doctor, you have to believe me. ”

At this time, at the back door of the small courtyard, someone knocked on the door.

Chen Xiao glanced at Fang Yu and went to open the door.

"Who?"

She opened the door as she spoke.

I saw a dignified woman standing at the door, holding a child.

"Is Little Stone here?" The woman asked.