In addition, there is an old loom on the inner wall, on which there is a half-stretched shelf of unfinished coarse cloth.

In front of the loom, a girl in a red and green jacket sat on a low stool, stepping on the pedal, holding a shuttle in her hand, and weaving cotton threads, trying to weave the remaining cotton cloth.

Yue Guanchao observed carefully, although the girl was wearing a big cotton jacket, her body board could not be lined with a big jacket at all, as if a child had put on an adult's jacket, the wrist neckline was empty, a withered and yellowed hair braid hung down her back, and the red head rope was washed white.

If you don't look at the hair on her head, she looks no different from a dry thin old lady.

"Hua Ling, why did you get up and weave again, hurry up and go to the cat in the bed, in case you draw out the weakness again, then you will be guilty."

Before the words fell, Covering the Sky Eye, he had already walked quickly to the loom and forcibly helped the thin girl named Hua Ling up.

The girl coughed a few times, tried to inhale into her nose, and said weakly: "Abba, I know in my body, if I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely go to lie on the kang, get up and weave for a while, the cloth is not tight, our family needs to use charcoal in winter, and the cotton cloth woven can also be used to supplement the family, so you don't have to go out to practice every day." ”

"You, don't worry about this cotton cloth as soon as possible, it's the easiest to get sick in winter, hurry up and lay down on the quilt for me~"

Without saying anything, he helped Hua Ling into the kang, stuffed her whole body into the quilt, and put a soup woman filled with hot water.

Yue Guanchao took advantage of the eyes to make a fire and boil water, and looked Hua Ling up and down.

This girl is not beautiful, but more attractive, her face is like a silver basin, her eyes are watery apricots, her nose is crystal clear, her cheeks have a slight light freckles, she should be young and beautiful, but she is a little weaker than her peers, her face is unusually fair, like a paper piercing a person without blood, her lips are withered and dry, and the whole is like a moon that is about to be dried, and the wind blows and falls.

Seeing the end, Yue Guanchao finally understood why the kang was so warm in this house, this girl estimated that she had some weakness, and she couldn't stand the cold at all.

Hua Ling noticed Yue Guanchao's eyes wandering over her, and saw so many unfamiliar faces, her pale face flushed slightly, and she lifted the quilt up a little.

Song Siyuan elbowed him a few times, rolled her eyes a few times, walked to the kang and sat next to Hua Ling, and took her hand: "Don't be afraid, we are all friends of your father, are you sick?" ”

Hua Ling nodded.

"Do you know what the disease is?"

If it is a disease, there must always be a name, even if it is a congenital weakness, there is also a trigger for the onset of the disease.

Shatianyan sighed: "I don't know, it's not a congenital weakness, I just don't know what the problem is, I can't cure anything, I've found a number of doctors, either I said that I would ask another master, or the medicine prescribed was messy, but it didn't work, and the immoral one sold me soy sauce balls, saying that it would cure all diseases." ”

"Sun Daqiao, you are a famous fortune teller in ten miles and eight villages, and you can believe this kind of ghost trick of going to the rivers and lakes~"

Yue Guanchao sneered, only feeling that the eyes of the sky were pathetic and pitiful, just then he could say that he would love to break and frighten the noble lady into a daze, and he had been abducted and deceived for so long, and he couldn't even cure his daughter's illness.

Covering the sky and waving his hand: "Look at what you said, can I not know that this is a trick to go through the rivers and lakes?" I can't stand the hearts of parents all over the world, I think that if it is really a miracle doctor, maybe my daughter's illness will be saved, but unfortunately after so many years, I just haven't waited for any expert, and it is all deceived goods. ”

I don't know if I'm scolding myself!

"Then you can just go to the hospital, you won't even be able to afford to go to the hospital."

Yue Guanchao continued to run him.

"Ahem...... I went, and I went to the foreigners and the Han people, but I couldn't find anything wrong, I only said that I was weak. ”

Hua Ling coughed lightly a few times, picked up the hand roll and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Then you ......" He still wanted to continue teasing, Yue Qingshan hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, tell my niece to rest, let's go out and chat!" ”

Yue Qingshan's words, Song Siyuan understood in her heart, and after going out with everyone, she closed the door tightly.

"Cover the sky, don't think that if you sell pity, I will let you go, why do you want to harm our uncle, you can break it now!"

Yue Qingshan was hard-hearted, and he had seen more miserable villagers, although he was moved by this, he would not change his approach, and still looked at his old friend coldly.

"Hey~ Where to start!" Covering the eyes of the sky, he sat on the next bench, holding his sleeves and sighing.

"Let's talk about it first, how did you meet this old woman!"

Yue Qingshan had spoken, and he could only nod his head, and introduced the causes and consequences of knowing Mrs. Zhang clearly:

A few months ago, Sha Tianyan set up a stall at Xiaonanmen to tell fortunes, and suddenly a person sat down in front of the stall, and he thought it was like a fortune-telling guest.

When I raised my eyes and glanced at it, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

The person in front of him was wearing a white mushroom head, a gray cloth coat with a folding fan, and his face was full of shrewdness.

This old gentleman is the wordsmith of Jinqi Village, and he is a god of the town~