The splendid years of a talented lady

214 Chapter 2 The boy is so good ([-])
"It's edible, I smelled it. It's cold now, so it's fine after a day." The little fat man lay down on the window sill again.

"In the future...don't...don't...do this thing." Chen Maochang pulled a chair and sat beside his son, and whispered: "We...to make money...you have to...sell...sell...sell fresh Meat... if it's broken, give it away... also... no!"

"Give it to him for free, and he doesn't need money!" The little fat man slapped Chen Maochang.

Seeing that his son dared to mess with him, Chen Maochang immediately slapped him on the buttocks: "My stomach...is spoiled...you...can you show it to me?"

"..." The little fat man rubbed his buttocks, raised his eyes and thought for a while, stretched his arms around Chen Maochang's neck, and said with a playful smile: "Got it, got it! Didn't I see him as pitiful as a thin bamboo pole? "

Chen Maochang nodded: "Thin... thin people... don't look good! No... no luck!"

"That's it!" The little fat man stood up from the chair and sat on his father's lap, making Chen Maochang feel like his leg was about to break.

"You...are...a little...too fat!"

The son was only in his teens, and he seemed to be heavier than himself. Chen Maochang touched his bald head and felt worried, thinking about giving him porridge for dinner in the future.

Opening his eyes drowsily, An Yi didn't understand where he was for a long time.

For a while, I thought of the carved beams and painted buildings in Anfu, and for a while, the scene of him calling friends in Ping County came to mind.

Finally, when his eyes fell on the boy who was copying scriptures on the kang table with his back on his back, he finally understood that what he thought about had already passed away, and now he was already a person who was about to die.

"Shoucheng..." An Yi frowned with a mouth full of bitterness.

The boy was in a daze.

He sold himself for the silver, and from the moment he accepted Mrs. Min's silver note, he had a new owner.

Although Mrs. Qimin did not take her away, but she has to honor her reputation in life.

The servant thought hard and finally made a decision in his heart: take care of the master for another month!

After a month, the master's body should be able to recover a bit, and then I will take back the rest of the money and leave it to him... Let's decide what happens next...

"Hey!" He felt happy when he thought that his master could recover from his illness, and when he thought about leaving his master in a month, he felt sad again.

Thinking over and over again, finally we have to separate.The boy sighed involuntarily.

"Little bastard, are you still being tempered with the Lord?" An Yi called the boy, and when he saw that he ignored him, she sat on her back and sighed, thinking about scolding him just now for seeing a doctor, An Yi also felt that it was her. wrong.

"Don't get angry with me, I won't live for a few more days. When I die, you can wrap my body in a mat and bury it. Don't let the wild dogs eat it...cough cough...cough cough ..."

After talking too much in one breath, An Yi started to cough again, so she had to shut up.

"Nonsense again!" Suddenly the master coughed from behind, and the servant couldn't say how happy he was!

An Yi is very sick, especially in the past few days, he has been lethargic and can't even cough. Now that he can talk and cough, he has finally improved!
Turning around quickly, seeing that the master was struggling to get up, the servant hurriedly crawled over to support him, so that his body could half lean on his body.

"You've lost weight!" "Why did you lose a lot of weight just after taking a nap?"

"Where did you sleep..." The boy's lips trembled when he spoke, and his eyes that were red from staying up all night also had tears: "You have been in a coma for five days!"

"Huh?" An Yi was also taken aback by these words.

Lying on the kang, he felt that it took only five days to close his eyes?
I still remember that before I fell asleep, the boy was clamoring to go to Anfu to ask his father to save him. At that time, he was agitated and didn't want to go back in such a despondent way, and even scolded him...

"Don't be as knowledgeable as the master." Knowing that she could still wake up after sleeping for five days, An Yi had the idea of ​​earning a living every day.

"You let me live the last few days to my heart's content. In the end, you can find a place to bury me, so that I won't burden you anymore... Shoucheng, you can live your life well."

"Don't talk nonsense again!" The boy felt pain and anger in his heart, and he raised his right hand high up as if to hit him.

"You really have a temper. You don't even yell at me, but you still yell at me." An Yi looked at him with a smile, always feeling sorry for him.When I was rich and powerful, I never took him seriously. Now that I am so poor that I am almost dead, he is the only one who will follow me.

"In this life, I have owed you my father's debt."

"Master, I cooked porridge and simmered it in the pot, and I'll serve it to you." The boy put An Yi back on the pillow, and climbed to the edge of the kang to get down to the ground.

"Master's mouth is full of bitterness, why does it look like he has eaten gall?" An Yi who was lying on the pillow began to frown and click his lips.

"I've given you medicine twice, and it's really hard to give you some water!" The boy complained in a low voice while putting on his shoes.

"Oh? Didn't we run out of money? Where did you get the money to buy medicine?" Zhou Cunxiao asked, turning his head and looking at the boy's back.

"I... went to the temple, took another job, and handed in the scriptures I copied last time, and I will have money." The boy was lying, and now he didn't want the master to know that he had sold the scriptures that he had sold himself. For a month, he just wanted to guard his master well and let him get better soon.

"Oh." An Yi didn't think much about it, and knew that the boy would rather not eat than see a doctor and get medicine for him if he had some money. Just looking at his red eyes, he could tell that he must have been in a coma again during the few days he had been sleeping. I stayed up all night copying scriptures.

"Why didn't I realize that Shoucheng is good..." An Yi looked at the gently shaking door curtain and said to himself.

Su Xiazhi left the yard where An Yi and the servant lived, and hired Uncle Shi's mule cart at the entrance of the town to take the old doctor to her natal home in Xinghua Village.

After seeing both Yang Qiaolian and the baby, the old doctor only said that both her mother and daughter are weak, and there is no serious illness other than trauma, and it is okay to take medicine or not to take medicine.

(End of this chapter)