Chapter 28: Sell buds

It is said that Ning Qing is worried about not receiving flowers.
Then a careful voice came from outside the courtyard.
"Girl Ning..."
Standing outside the door was Daqiang's aunt, who was called her by her husband's name, Daqiang.
Ning Qing packed his mood and turned around.
"Auntie, come in!"
Ning Qing said as she walked to the door and opened the courtyard door.
Aunt Daqiang entered the yard with some hesitation and hesitation, rubbing her hands uncomfortably.
An Ning knew the plight of her family and estimated what was hard to tell. He quickly took a stool from the side of the wall and asked Aunt Daqiang to sit down.
Xiuping in the house heard the sound and moved a chair from the back to let Ning Qing sit down, patting her shoulders twice with her hands, as if comforting her, it seems that the emotion in the courtyard was vented by Xiuping. in.
Ning Qing turned her head to signal her well, don't worry.
"You talk slowly, I'll go to the kitchen to make some hot water for you to drink." Xiuping said and went to the back room.
When Ning Qing turned to look at Daqiang's aunt, her eyes were full of despair and begging.
"Sister-in-law..." Ning Qing asked with concern, not knowing what happened.
"Miss Ning, I..." She kept talking, her thin body sitting on the stool, looked extremely short. Hands rubbing back and forth on the coarse skirt, the layers of patches on the cuffs are square and square, which seems to carry the master's sadness and hardship.
"I'm embarrassed to speak again." Aunt Daqiang said embarrassedly.
When I first came to this Qingshuipan village, I saw that there were only two women in her yard. There were a few non-long-eyed villagers who wandered around the house.
Auntie Daqiang looked at her and talked away, saying that they were her distant relatives, originally big families, who came to trust her because of difficulties, so that those who misrepresented or bullied their children should stay away from them and less of their ideas. .
It also made Ning Qing become a person with roots, and the people in the village no longer doubted it.
"Sister-in-law, if you have something to say, when I first came, you helped me a lot, and I would rather remember it. If you have any difficulties in your family, you can help if you can."
Hearing this, the drowning man caught the life-saving straw. Aunt Daqiang finally had a glorious look in her eyes.
"There are two things here."
"One... is it possible to borrow twenty copper coins? Xiaogen is sick." The aunt's eyes were red, and the tears slipped on the wax-yellow face, bringing out a muddy tear groove.
Daqiang's aunt gave birth to seven children, only three survived, and the rest died. Xiaogen is the youngest child of the aunt. Two or three years old, cute and cute.
Perhaps a few dying children gave her too much pain, so I hope that the child's life is as tenacious as the roots of the tree.
"I took it to the doctor in the village to see it and prescribed a prescription. There are some medicines in it. I must go to the big drug shop in the town. The doctor in the village can owe me the medicine, but the town must take the copper plate. "
"If it is another minor illness, I will let Xiaogen drag it. The time is long, and naturally it will be fine. But this time the illness is dangerous, my third child was just the same as that illness, and I... ..."
"No more roots."
Aunt Daqiang remembered the dying child and thought of Xiaogen's illness, and her tears burst into her eyes like a dyke.
"Auntie, don't cry, I'll get it here."
Ning Qing got up and returned to the house, opened the locked box, and took out a silver coin from it.
"Girl, what's wrong?" Xiuping asked.
"Xiaogen is sick and has no money for medicine."
Xiuping sighed, "It's so hard for their family! Thirteen years old, the child is not yet an adult, and he does more than an adult. The one in the middle is only seven years old. This is a small man. There is also a man paralyzed in bed.
"Sister Xiuping, go decorate the rice and send it to her house."
Xiuping nodded, without words, thinking in his heart, it is not a matter of always helping.
Ning Qing was shocked when she first entered Daqiang's house.
The house is almost wall-to-wall, so poor that it really has no decent thing.
The three children were wearing thin clothes that were obviously too short. They sat around a large cauldron and boiled a pot of porridge. There is no other widow.
A few children drank very consciously, but it was obvious that because of insufficient food, they were born with thin cheeks and deep eye sockets.
I never knew that some people's lives would be so difficult. I would rather not see them. I sent some rice and meat in the same day, and then sent some fabrics and cotton to keep a few children cold.
"Sister-in-law, you hold it first, not enough."
"How does this make it!" The aunt saw that big silver ingot waved again and again, and she only backed away and refused to accept it.
"As long as twenty copper plates, those medicines only need twenty copper plates. Besides, borrowing so much is not enough. Girl, you can borrow twenty aunts."
Daqiang's aunt raised to emphasize.
Ning Qing smiled and said: "Hold it first, I know Uncle Daqiang still needs to take medicine. This little money boiled the flowers in the field next spring and sold the money. Wouldn't it be possible to survive this day!"
"Auntie Twenty Copper Plates don't know what year and month will be returned to you, so much, how to pay back? Can't borrow so much, can't afford it."
"Don't you say that I am a distant relative? You don't have to pay it back." Ning Qing looked at the silver ingot. Where did she know before, but the money for one piece of clothing and one piece of jewelry can make the family survive a winter.
Daqiang's aunt was shocked when she heard that so much money didn't have to be paid, how could she not pay it back?
"I really don't have to pay it back. I'm unfamiliar with my life. There will be more places for my aunt to shine in the future!"
"Where the aunt is needed, just say, this silver must be paid back." Aunt Daqiang still insisted.
"Sister-in-law, don't you say there are two things? Another one is?" Ning Qing pulled the topic away.
Speaking of this strong aunt, his face dimmed.
"Girl, see you are from a big family, let me ask. How much can we sell if our bud is sold to a big family to make maid?"
"What? Are you going to sell Bud?" Ning Qing was surprised.
Although it is common for poor people to sell their children, looking at the half-old child, Ning Qing still can't accept it.
The good-selling people are okay, they have a meal, and when they are old enough to match a male servant, that is a lucky fate.
If it is sold to someone who doesn’t like the owner, it will be sent to the tooth-wife at any time. If the child does not know where it will be sold, it is possible for the teahouse brothel.
That child was really ruined in his life.
If so, I would rather starve to death and come clean.
"Sister-in-law, you'll wait, I'll go get some silver, and you'll put the idea of ​​selling buds first."
Thinking of the thin figure of the child, he was busy all day long. Ning Qing is a little angry, and his tone is a little irritable.
"No, no!" Aunt Daqiang grabbed Ning Qing's arm, "I'm not really selling buds, I'm willing to be a mother. I'll inquire, but not necessarily..."
Aunt Daqiang looked at the silver coin in her hand and seemed to really just inquire.
But Ning Qing looked in her eyes, knowing that she was sent, and she was anxious.
The tone was extremely angry: "Auntie, I know your life is difficult. Buer is 13 years old, and can help you a lot. This room is small and sick. It is not Buer who is helping you, you are a woman. difficult."
"You're selling buds now. Are you going to sell pillars in two years?"
Ning Qing is such a woman. If she encounters an upset thing, her temper will be out of control. Even if she is well-intentioned, it doesn't sound so comfortable, like quarreling with others.
Seeing that Daqiang's aunt was silent, Ning Qing controlled her emotions a little, thinking that she was also forced.
The voice calmed down a little bit, "This way, I will feed the buds and raise her to get married."
...
After a while, Xiao Gen's disease was cured, and Ning Qing thought that the matter had been resolved temporarily. So let go of your heart.
Ning Qing has not rested these days. Thinking that there is no more than tens of miles in this area, then she will go further. It is impossible that this area is all a hundred miles of land.
So, Ning Qing ran away for more than half a month. What was more terrible than the previous inquiry was that all of them were really a family for hundreds of miles. Not only is it a family, but the flowers planted on the top of the mountain will be sold to that family in the future.
This is terrible.
Ning Qing does not plan to inquire any further, because even if there are flowers to collect, her transportation cost will be very high. For the same kind of rouge, she will have to buy a higher price.
She wanted to do a little business to feed herself, why is it so difficult?
Ning Qing looked at the visible land and the mountain, which was really desperate in despair.
"Girl, the hot water is ready, please wash it." Xiuping walked out of the kitchen with a bucket of boiling water.
The sun is shining today, and it looks very precious in this winter.
If you don't wash the quilt, drying the cotton wool will spoil the sun. So Ning Qing and Xiuping have been busy all morning and put the mat and the cover of the two, which should be washed and dried.
After a busy morning, his head was gray, and he rather looked at the sun and decided to wash his head again.
Not to mention, Ning Qing really likes the life in the village. Her little yard is on the far east side of the village. In the past, it is the flower field, which is quiet.
Ning Qing placed the tub on the table, scooped a few scoops of hot water, and then poured a few scoops of cold water.
I tried the temperature of the water by hand, and when I felt almost, I lowered my head and started washing my hair.
Then I cleaned both sides again and again, completely removing the dust from my head.
After washing her hair, Ning Qing sat in the sun to dry her hair. Around the courtyard were their quilts and cotton wool, and she sat in the middle of the courtyard.
Although the sun is very warm, it is a pity that because of the lack of flowers, Ning Qing's mood is not sunny.
At this time, a man came out of the courtyard, specifically a young and good-looking man.
He looked at Ning Qing with inquiry, and Ning Qing looked back at him with inquiry.
Who is this guy? Why stand in front of her house? Watching her do so? And is it not good for a man to stare at a woman like this?
With doubt, Ning Qing opened his mouth, "Anything?"
The man stepped back two steps and looked around. He stepped forward again and stood in front of the door.
"Well, something."
Ning Qing: "What's the matter?"
The man hooked his finger and pointed to the door in front of him, meaning Ning Qing opened the door.
Ning Qing shook his head.