The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 180 Genetics
"Don't worry Xiaoluo, I won't die so soon." Han Qingquan comforted with a smile.

Han Qianluo was very angry at her elder brother's indifferent attitude, so she stopped and said, "Brother, elder brother Bi said it's serious, how can you be so indifferent?"

Only then did Han Qingquan restrain the smile on his face, and asked seriously: "Then Xiao Luo, tell me, what should I do? Do I want to die or live, or am I heartbroken?"

Han Qianluo wanted to refute, so he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he calmed down and continued walking home.Han Qingquan walked beside her, hugging her shoulders and comfortingly said: "Don't think too much about this, Xiaoluo, what should come will always come, and what should not come is useless, we just need to live well now Every day is enough."

"But, I can't bear to part with my elder brother." Han Qianluo said sadly.Han Qingquan didn't speak, just touched her hair with a smile.

After arriving home, Han Qianluo hurriedly went to the yard next door to prepare for work. When he entered the yard, he saw Yu Wenxuan making paper, so he also walked over and picked up a bamboo curtain to make paper. While making paper, he was thinking about his elder brother He was ill and did not focus on the bamboo curtain in his hand.

"Miss Han?" Yu Wenxuan suddenly called out.

"What's the matter?" Han Qianluo came back to his senses and said puzzledly.

Yu Wenxuan didn't speak, but just glanced at the bamboo curtain in her hand, Han Qianluo quickly lowered his head to look at the bamboo curtain in his hand, only to find that the paper pulp inside the bamboo curtain was in a mess, so he turned around quickly I turned my head to look at the few pieces of paper that had just been fried, and it turned out that the situation was similar.

Seeing such a situation, Han Qianluo was very embarrassed.Yu Wenxuan also saw that she was absent-minded, so he said: "Miss Han has something on her mind, so let's go to rest." Han Qianluo thought for a while, and felt that her current state was indeed not suitable for working, so Then he put down the paper-made bamboo curtain and went back to the yard where he lived.

As soon as Han Qianluo walked into the yard, he saw his elder brother wearing a black short jacket and shorts, and was about to go out with an ax in his hand, so he hurriedly asked nervously, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

"Go chop firewood, isn't there not much firewood at home?" Han Qingquan asked a little strangely, as if he didn't understand why she asked.

Han Qianluo was startled, and quickly said, "Brother, you are so sick, how can you still work."

"Don't worry, it's fine." Han Qingquan said indifferently, and was about to walk out.Han Qianluo stood in front of him and stopped him, and said nervously: "How can there be nothing wrong, it's all so serious, what if it gets worse?"

Han Qingquan sighed, and said solemnly: "Xiao Luo, I know in my heart that I still won't die for a while, so you don't have to worry too much."

"But……"

Han Qianluo wanted to say something, but was interrupted.Han Qingquan continued: "Actually, I have been lying to you and Shui'er about one thing, and I didn't tell you the truth."

"What's the matter?" Han Qianluo asked a little puzzled. He didn't understand why the elder brother suddenly mentioned this matter. Could it be that the father who died long ago had something to do with the elder brother's illness?

"Actually, Dad didn't die in corvee service, but died of illness." Han Qingquan said.

Han Qianluo understood immediately, so he couldn't help but said loudly: "Could it be your current illness, brother?"

"Yes." Han Qingquan nodded and said without Han Qianluo asking, and then he told the cause and effect again, "Dad did go to serve corvee. I was 13 years old when he passed away. One year old, Shui'er is only two years old, mother has to take care of you, so I was the one who brought back father's bones."

Speaking of this, Han Qianluo suddenly found a problem, so he quickly interrupted the elder brother and said: "Wait a minute, brother, you said that I was only one year old when my father died, but I am more than two years older than Sanwei. Didn't Sanwei not conceive at the time?"

"Listen to me, I'll talk about it later." Han Qingquan paused, seeing that she didn't intend to interrupt, and then continued, "I went to the place where my father was serving corvee, and I saw and Those who served in corvee with my father, they told me that my father died of illness, and they also told me the situation when he became ill."

Although Han Qianluo was a little suspicious, he listened quietly and didn't interrupt.

"After Dad died, chaos happened everywhere, and Mother took the three of us by herself. Life was very difficult. Less than a year later, the autumn of that year was almost harvested. , The family has already borrowed a lot of grain from others, so they counted on the grain in the field, but a group of bandits who don't know where they came from robbed all the grain in our field." When Han Qingquan talked about these past events, his face was full of tears. His expression was very sad.

"What happened after that?" Han Qianshi couldn't help asking, it was like a house leaking and it was raining all night, how did such a difficult time get over.

Han Qingquan seemed to walk out of those painful memories all of a sudden, the sad expression on his face disappeared, and he returned to his usual look and said: "What else can I do, Sanwei only came out after this incident. some."

Although what he said was a bit vague and unclear, Han Qianluo still understood that he paid the debt with his own body, and it was not enough. Then another question surfaced again, so he asked again: "The father of Sanwei?" who is it?"

"I don't know, Mother didn't tell me." Han Qingquan shook his head and said, "I went to chop firewood."

Han Qianluo quickly stopped him and said, "No, brother, you are too cunning. What you said has nothing to do with yours at all, and it doesn't mean that you can do these heavy jobs with this disease, so in order to prevent your illness If it continues to deteriorate, you should not do these heavy jobs."

"Well, it seems that if I tell you everything, you won't let me go to work." Although Han Qingquan said so, the expression on his face was smiling again, as if he was not affected by this matter at all. Impact.

Han Qianluo became a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and pretended to be angry and said, "I'm worried about you, brother, why don't you care at all?"

"Because I knew it was useless to be in a hurry, so I took my father's bones back. If others asked me, I would say that he died in corvee service. But after the funeral, my second uncle came to me suddenly and asked if my father had been vomiting blood for a long time. Then he died, my second uncle told me that the eldest son of our Han family has this problem, which is inherited from generation to generation, that's how my father died, and so did my grandfather."

Han Qingquan paused, and then said: "Second uncle said that this disease will last for more than ten years from the onset of the disease to the final death, that is, the occasional cough, which has no effect on daily life at all." After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said, "I'll tell you everything, so you shouldn't have to worry about it now."

Han Qianluo knew that the elder brother's original intention was not to want her to worry, but the truth was the opposite. Originally, she still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the disease could be cured gradually. Now after hearing what the elder brother said, she realized that it was a family issue. Genetic disease, and genetic disease, there is no way to cure it, this kind of cognition simply made her desperate.

Although the time may still be a long time, Han Qianluo couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of that scene, and couldn't help crying while hugging Han Qingquan.

This cry completely confused Han Qingquan, and while patting Han Qianluo's back lightly, he said, "Xiao Luo, why are you crying? Am I still fine? Even if I am going to die, it will be a few years later." Besides, no one in this world will die, it’s just a difference that’s over long ago.”

Han Qianluo was still very sad, and continued to cry with his elder brother in his arms. While crying, he said with a choked voice, "Brother, I don't want you to die, I can't bear you."

"Brother also misses you, but don't cry, you're such a big girl, if someone sees you, they will laugh at you." Han Qingquan persuaded.

At this time, Han Qianluo couldn't care about these things, and said with a crying voice: "If they like to joke, just make a joke, I don't care." Having said that, he gradually stopped crying, but there are still some circles around his eyes. redness.

"Okay, don't cry." Han Qingquan wiped the tears under her eyes for her, and then repeated the old saying, "Okay, I'm going to chop firewood."

This time, Han Qianluo didn't say anything, and didn't stop him. He just stood there and watched Han Qingquan leave. After seeing his back disappear, he felt sad again, so he ran back to the house and cried for a long time.

For the next few days, Han Qianluo kept a close eye on his eldest brother's situation and every move, for fear of any accidents, but apart from the occasional cough and vomiting of blood, he did not find any other symptoms.

More than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and everyone is busy planting seeds at this time, and Han Qianluo's planter once again won everyone's attention and envy.

After planting the wheat and rapeseed, Han Qianluo was busy with the opening of the shop again, and soon a shop selling agricultural machinery quietly opened in the bustling Zhishi City. Because the price was too expensive, it was very difficult at the beginning. Few people came to buy, but gradually, more people came to buy.

With the help of Yu Wenxuan, the business of Han Qianluo's shop is getting better and better, and a group of part-time workers have been recruited to work again, and Han Qingquan's illness has not changed much.

Soon, it was the end of the year again, and the weather became extremely cold. The cold made people not want to stretch out their hands to work, and even more unwilling to get up, so they would always be lazy in the morning.

This morning, Han Qianluo was still the same as usual. Although she woke up, she lay on the bed and didn't want to get up. Anyway, someone was cooking, so she closed her eyes and lay on the bed and couldn't get up.

"Xiao Luo, get up soon, I'll take you to meet someone later."

　Hahahahaha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)