The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 2
Han Sanwei came in with a basin of cold water in a wooden basin. The water was very full, so he walked very slowly and carefully.When he walked to the bed, Han Sanwei put the wooden basin on the ground beside him, holding the wet washcloth but didn't know where to put it.

"Apply it on the forehead, and change the face towel if it's not cold." Han Qianluo said, and then felt the coolness on the forehead, and fell asleep again not long after.

Han Qianluo didn't know how long he had slept, and the room without windows couldn't tell the time at all.But after waking up, Han Qianluo did feel much better, at least his whole body didn't hurt at all.Maybe it was because the fever subsided, Han Qianluo felt that he was very hungry, and his stomach made a "cuckling" sound.

Han Sanwei also heard it, and immediately said: "Sister San, wait a minute, I'll get you something to eat." After speaking, he stood up and ran out like a gust of wind.Han Qianluo estimated that in less than a minute, he saw Han Sanwei running back, holding a pancake in his hand, handed it to Han Qianluo and said, "Third sister, I'll eat it for you."

This pancake was the same as yesterday's steamed bun, dark and hard, but at this time Han Qianluo was so hungry that he couldn't wait to take a big bite when he got the pancake, and choked on it as a matter of course.Han Sanwei just came in with a glass of water from the outside. The glass was very rough and black, but Han Qianluo didn't care about it, so he quickly drank a big mouthful of water, and finally swallowed the pancake in his throat. After finishing a pancake, Han Sanwei was surprised by how he devoured it: "Sanjie, eat slowly, I won't snatch yours."

After eating a pancake, Han Qianluo felt that there was finally something in his stomach, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable, so he said, "I didn't die of illness, but I almost died of starvation."

"I'll eat later, third sister, don't eat too much." Han Sanwei said from the side, and then picked up the wooden basin on the ground and went out.

Han Qianluo felt that his fever should have subsided, and he was no longer limp and weak. Thinking that he didn't know how long he had been lying on the bed, he put on his clothes and shoes and got up.

Just after putting on her clothes, Han Shuier walked in, and said nervously, "Xiao Luo, wait a moment, let me see if your fever has subsided."

Han Qianluo said nonchalantly while putting on his shoes, "Sister, the fever has subsided."

However, Han Shuier was obviously still worried, and touched her forehead with his hand to make sure that the fever had subsided, so she was relieved: "The fever has finally subsided, and if the fever does not go down, the only option is to call a doctor, which will cost a lot of money. "

It's been more than a day since Han Qianluo traveled here. For the first time, he walked out of his house and saw the ancient countryside with his own eyes.Looking around, there are very few houses, and the people's livelihood is indeed in decline.And these houses are not gathered together, they are built wherever they think of building a house, one house here, one house there.There is only one family next to Han Qianluo's house, the widow Li Shi, and the Han family has a second uncle, but they don't live together, they are separated by a distance.

"Xiao Luo, have you recovered from your illness?" A middle-aged woman's voice that was not pleasant to hear asked.

Han Qianluo turned his head and saw that it was Mrs. Li next door, and said politely, "Aunt Li, the illness has recovered."

"It's good that the illness is cured. Such a serious illness is really scary." Li said with a little panic, as if it was not Han Qianluo who almost died of illness but her.

Mrs. Li said a few words to Han Qianluo casually and then went back to her house, and Han Qianluo stood alone in her yard.The courtyard wall of the Han family is also an earthen wall, and it is very short, only reaching the waist of Han Qianluo.However, the back half of the courtyard wall uses the house as the courtyard wall, and the front half of the courtyard wall is directly connected to the house.

The house of the Han family presents a concave shape, with three houses in the middle and one side house on each side.Saying it is a room, Han Qianluo thinks it is not accurate, except for the two walls that serve as courtyard walls at the back, and the wall connected to the bedroom, there are no walls in other places, just hanging bamboo curtains. When it's time to put it down to cover it.On one side is the kitchen, and on the other side, Han Qianluo took a look, and Han Shuier was weaving in it.

"Xiao Luo, come into the room quickly, your illness is just recovering, don't go outside to get some wind." Han Shui'er raised her voice and said.

When Han Qianluo heard this, she felt a little uncomfortable. She had taken over someone else's body and family, and enjoyed the affection that did not belong to her. She suddenly felt guilty and felt that she should compensate the original owner.

Thinking of all these things, Han Qianluo walked to Han Shuier's side, watched her skillfully weaving, handed the shuttle from one hand to the other, and at the same time stepped on the pedal, moving her hands and feet at the same time.Han Qianluo looked at it for a while, imagined that weaving by himself, it must be in a hurry, and he admired Han Shui'er's ingenuity in his heart.

"Xiao Luo, you should try it too. You are not too young, and it's time to learn how to weave." Han Shui'er frowned and said, then stood up and gave the place to Han Qianluo,

Han Qianluo had never seen hand-woven fabrics before, and he was very curious. He felt a little itchy when he looked at it, and wanted to try it himself. Seeing that Han Shui'er asked him to come, he sat down unceremoniously.

The reason why Han Qianluo dared to sit down was because the original owner didn't know how to weave.This family is so poor that there is only one loom, and the original owner usually just helps out and never knows how to weave.At this time, every household had at least one handloom.Han Qianluo still remembered a piece of news that he had seen before. A piece of clothing was unearthed from the Mawangdui Han Tomb. It could be folded and put into a matchbox, which is impossible for later generations of machines. It can be seen that the weaving in the Western Han Dynasty The industry has many hairs.

Han Qianluo sat down and was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Han Shui'er was on the sidelines to guide: "Throw the shuttle over here with your right hand, and catch it with your left hand." Han Qianluo quickly followed suit, and Han Shui'er continued. : "Pull this, and put your foot on it."

Han Qianluo followed the instructions of his second sister, and it felt quite simple. He immediately became interested and started to weave. No matter how slow his movements were, Han Shui'er just watched from the sidelines and didn't care. What to say, Han Qianluo looked at the cloth being spun little by little by his own hands, and felt more and more fulfilled in his heart, and the weaving became more vigorous.

But fortunately, Han Qianluo is still very self-aware, knowing that his speed is slow, after a hand-weaving addiction, he stood up and returned the place to Han Shuier: "Sister, you should do the weaving." Han Shuier The speed of Han Qianluo is faster than Han Qianluo's speed by more than 01:30. After all, he has been weaving for many years, so the speed is naturally dissatisfied.

"Every time you are asked to learn how to weave, you don't learn, and when you are asked to learn how to do needlework, you don't learn. You just run outside every day, without looking like a girl." Han Shuier reprimanded, but still sat down and continued weaving.

Han Qianluo ignored her words, pretended not to hear, turned his head to look left and right, but didn't see his eldest brother Han Qingquan and Han Sanwei, so he asked casually, "Where are they?"

"Brother probably went to the field to look at the wheat. It's time to harvest the wheat in a while."

As soon as Han Shui'er finished speaking, the door of the yard was opened. Han Qingquan walked in from the outside, holding a cabbage in his hand, and walked to the kitchen on the other side.Han Qianluo looked up at the sky, the sun was about to set, and it was time to make dinner in the evening.

Han Qianluo was not a lazy person. Now that he recovered from his illness, it was impossible for him to do nothing. Weaving could not help himself, so he just went to help make dinner.Thinking of this, Han Qianluo walked to the kitchen on the other side.

In the kitchen, Han Qingquan was washing cabbage.Han Qianluo walked into the kitchen, and after seeing the stove inside, he couldn't help howling in his heart.Although I have the memory of the original owner and know what the stove looks like, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I still have a little extravagant hope in my heart. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I will give up.

Although it was also a stove made of mud, it didn't look like the firewood stove Han Qianluo was familiar with at all.The whole stove is a semicircle with three stove holes on it, one is for steaming rice and steamed buns, and the other two are round with lids for cooking rice, soup and boiling water. , These three are all made of pottery, if they fall on the ground, they will definitely shatter.

Of course, it doesn't matter what it is made of, since I won't move it around anyway.The important thing is why there is no wok, how to cook without a wok, will all the dishes be boiled in water in the future, no wonder the dishes last night were all boiled in water, she thought it was soup.

Seeing Han Qianluo standing there without moving, Han Qingquan asked a little strangely: "Xiao Luo, what's wrong with you?" Then he probably remembered that she had just been ill, and immediately asked nervously: "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine." Han Qianluo replied quickly, and then walked to the firewood stove and said, "Brother, let me light the fire." As he got closer, Han Qianluo realized that the pottery steamer was placed in a On top of the clay pot.Pottery cauldron looks a bit like a frying pan.It seems that there is still hope for cooking, Han Qianluo thought happily.

Han Qianluo volunteered to light the fire, picked up a handful of thatch and put it into the stove, looked around, and suddenly realized that there were no matches, let alone a lighter, only flint and steel.Han Qianluo is fortunate: Fortunately, he still has the memory of the original owner, and knows how to use flint and steel, otherwise it would be a tragedy.

Han Qianluo took out the handful of thatch, put another handful of tinder into the stove, and hit each other with two flints.Although the original owner knew how to do it with the memory, he hadn't done it himself. It was just lighting the fire, and Han Qianluo tossed for a long time.After finally hitting the sparks, the sparks did not fall on the tinder, so there was no charge.Then he adjusted it again, and put the flint against the tinder, and then the spark fell on the tinder, but Han Qianluo didn't ignite the spark in time, and it went out.

After half a day of tossing, Han Qianluo finally lit the tinder, and then quickly put a little soft thatch in, otherwise it would go out again.

Han Qianluo also lived in the western countryside in her previous life. Until she crossed over, the fire and the earthen stove were still used for cooking at home, but it has never been so difficult.Looking at the fire in the stove, she almost burst into tears with joy.

(End of this chapter)