"Hey, what's going on? Why did we all report to the emergency room of the hospital collectively?"
After the butcher paid the fees for Carpenter Wang and Tang Qing respectively, he stood in the corridor a little confused.
"Pig-butcher, what happened to Master Jiujin?"
"Has Carpenter Wang regained his breath?"
"Is Auntie Shanghai out of danger?"
A large group of neighbors rushed into the emergency room, surrounded the butcher and asked questions.
"Master Jiujin, she was just hungry all day and had low blood sugar..."
Just as the butcher was about to explain to the neighbors, a nurse came over and said loudly:
"This is a hospital emergency room, not a vegetable market. You have to send a representative to see the patients. Everyone else should go back and don't affect our work."
"Everyone, come outside, come outside."
The butcher hurriedly walked out of the emergency room and waved to the neighbors.
The neighbors followed the butcher out of the emergency room and surrounded him in the open space outside, asking about Tang Qing, Wang Carpenter, and Aunt Shanghai.
Facing the chirping questions from the neighbors, the pig-butcher's head was so big that he had to yell:
"Stop! Stop it all!"
The neighbors immediately stopped talking, but everyone's mouths were still open.
The pig butcher is tall and tall, standing in the crowd is like facing a group of piglets waiting to be fed.
But he was the owner of killing pigs and selling meat, not the owner of raising pigs, so he was suddenly at a loss.
But the Butcher is a Pig Killer after all. He has seen some big scenes and usually likes to listen to storytelling and watch costume dramas. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and said eloquently:
"Everyone, you came here early in the morning to visit Master Jiu Jin, Master Wang and Aunt Shanghai. It's touching. I would like to thank you all on behalf of the three of you."
After saying that, the pig-butcher bent down.
"Hey, Pig Killer, are you singing?"
"Pig-killer, what kind of official do you think you are?"
"Tell me, how are the three of them now?"
The neighbors didn't buy the Pig Butcher's account.
The pig-butcher himself felt a little blushing, and after heying a few times, he said:
"Neighbors, the three of them are doing well now. Master Jiujin had nothing to do, he just fainted from hunger. Master Wang suffered some skin injuries and can go home after applying salt water. Manager Tang, Mrs. Tang, and Wang
Auntie is here, don’t worry.”
Manager Tang is the honorific title given to Tang Qing’s father by his neighbors. Tang Qing’s father once worked as the manager of People’s Barber Shop.
"What about Auntie Shanghai?"
"Shanghai aunt needs someone to take care of her. It's not convenient for me as a grown man. I will be embarrassed to enter the ward after sending her to the hospital."
"Pig-killer, which ward is Auntie Shanghai in?"
"Auntie Shanghai has been transferred to the inpatient department, in Ward 701 of the Department of Respiratory Medicine."
"In this case, you go to the vegetable market to sell meat, and we will take care of it at Auntie Shanghai's place."
"Dear neighbors, the doctor said that my aunt in Shanghai is suffering from severe gas poisoning and needs to stay in hospital for a while. I'm wondering if you ladies can arrange your shifts so that at least one person can take care of her every day."
"Pig-butcher, when did you become so careful?"
"Hey, it's not me who's being careful, it's Master Jiujin who said it. She said you would definitely come over and asked me to tell you."
"Master Jiujin, he fainted and still missed Auntie Shanghai."
"What about me? What's wrong with me?"
Tang Qing walked out of the emergency room.
"Master Jiujin, are you okay?"
"Master Jiujin, why don't you take a rest?"
"I think you still don't look good. Ask the doctor to give you another bottle of saline water!"
The neighbors immediately gathered around Tang Qing, and the pig-butcher was left alone.
"I'm fine. Have you all had breakfast?"
Tang Qing looked at the uncles and aunts in front of him, his nose was sore and he wanted to cry.
"After eating, I brought it to you too."
"Thank you. Aunt Wang has already bought some food from Master Wang's side. How about we go see Auntie Shanghai together? What do you think?"
"Okay, Master Jiujin, please make arrangements."
"But it's not convenient for so many people to go together. Let's go in in batches."
Tang Qing counted the number of people and found that there were more than thirty people. She divided the neighbors into five groups and agreed that each group would take ten minutes and no time was wasted.
"Oh, what kind of face does Allah have? Please come and visit."
The Shanghai aunt was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale.
"Have a good rest and don't talk too much."
"We all got our haircuts at the People's Barber Shop. We are a family."
"One family should not speak two different languages. Now that something has happened to you, of course we have to come and see you."
The words of the neighbors warmed up the originally cold heart of the Shanghai aunt. The color gradually returned to her pale face, and she asked Tang Qing in a weak voice:
"Where's the Pig Killer? If it weren't for him, Ala would be stuck in the funeral parlor right now."
A Shanghai aunt came home and encountered that scene. She was calm at first and did not forget to take pictures of the unsightly scene with her mobile phone. But when the contractor led the charming woman by the hand and left the house openly, she completely collapsed.
Cry, cry without end.
Hate, endless hate.
Resentment, endless resentment.
After crying, hating, and complaining, Auntie Shanghai felt that her life had come to an end and that there was nothing in this world worth her nostalgia.
She was originally an orphan, raised by a sweeper in a Shanghai alley.
The contractor worked in Shanghai to clear sewers. The work was dirty, hard, and tiring, but profitable. He rented a small attic next door to her house. When the sweeper's grandma passed away, he took out a sum of money to help her with a
A glorious funeral.
The contractor had some savings and decided to return to his hometown of Yancheng for development. She did not hesitate to follow him to Yancheng. She admired his ability to endure hardships and stand hard work. She also liked Yancheng, a small county with beautiful mountains and clear waters. More importantly, it was the birthplace of Yue Opera.
, Shanghai people’s love for Yue opera is no less than that of people in Shancheng.
In the first few years, the contractor loved the Shanghai aunt very much and would not let her go out to work and kept her at home as a treasure.
But the good times did not last long. The contractor began to stay away from home at night, and later even stayed away from home for a whole month. Rumors spread to the ears of the Shanghai aunt, and she pretended not to hear.
When she was bored, she would go to the People's Barber Shop, and no one looked down on her there.
Gradually, People's Barber Shop became the second home of Shanghai aunties.
When she closed the doors and windows and opened the gas tank valve, the first thing that flashed in her mind was the sweeper who raised her. She was happy to see her sweeper soon. She thought the smell of gas was similar to that of apples, which was nice.
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But the next thing that flashed in her mind was the group of neighbors in the People's Barber Shop. She couldn't bear to leave them. She felt that the smell of gas turned into the smell of rotten eggs, which was pungent and disgusting.
"save!"
The Shanghai aunt crawled to the door at the last moment and banged her head on the door to ask for help.
The butcher who lived upstairs happened to go downstairs to take out the garbage. He smelled a strong smell of gas and heard banging on the door. He dialed 120 and called for everyone to break down the door and save people.
"Aunt Shanghai, the Pig Butcher just went to the vegetable market. He has been waiting in the emergency room all night."
"Thank you for Allah."
"We are all neighbors, so there is no need to say thank you."
In her heart, Tang Qing, like Aunt Shanghai, sincerely admired the butcher for this act of charity. Although when they were talking nonsense in the barber shop, Aunt Shanghai and the butcher would sometimes argue and get angry for a while.
By the time the neighbors finished visiting Aunt Shanghai in batches, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning.
"Master Jiujin, you go to the store, we are here."
The two aunts whose turn it was to take care of the Shanghai aunt today asked Tang Qing to leave.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. I'll come back after the store is closed at night."
"Master Jiujin, I've figured it out, it's okay to come here, it's hard work, don't come over again if there's a noise at night."
"Aunt Shanghai, don't think too much about it. We can wait until you are well and healthy."
Tang Qing walked out of the hospital and hurried to the People's Barber Shop. She didn't want to break the rule of opening the door at eight in the morning and closing at eight in the evening.
Alas, if I had not closed the shop yesterday afternoon and evening, Auntie Shanghai would not have committed suicide, and Carpenter Wang would not have fallen into the ditch.
But there is no regret medicine that can be bought in this world? If there were regret medicine that could be bought, would there still be these joys and sorrows in the world?
But it’s okay, it’s better to know early than to find out late. If the Shanghai aunts are kept in the dark, they may get into trouble in the future. At least they are still there, and they can sit down and have a good talk.
Tang Qing walked and thought, and soon came to the intersection of Shixin Street.
The old town of Yancheng is not big, with only two or three main streets.
Seeing a large number of people gathering in front of the store from a distance, Tang Qing felt nervous and silently prayed that nothing would happen to her again.