After drinking the last bit of rice soup in the pot, Tianfu began to think about her future. With her character, she could not just wait to die. The most important thing was that although she had not been in the village for a long time, she was still subjected to the harassment of the Wang family next door.
Zhaofu, this kindness must be repaid.
Nühong doesn't know how. When she went up the mountain a few days ago, she saw some edible wild fruits there. Maybe she could pick some and sell them to get some money for the Wang family. If not, the Wang family sells tofu, so she can help them.
Go grind the beans.
The rice soup was less than half a bowl, and Tianfu finished it in one gulp.
She gave away the medicine last night, and when she goes to the mountains to pick fruits later, she will look for the medicine again to see if any of the medicinal materials have slipped through the net.
The room on the ninth day of the lunar month was too cold, and her coat was still a little damp after a night. She didn't care much about it, so she put on her coat and went out.
Today is a sunny day, but the melting snow is a bit colder than the snow. When the wind blows, a bone-chilling chill sweeps over the whole body. Tianfu climbed up the mountain with one foot and one foot, resting several times in the middle.
With the memory of last night, she found the mulberry tree again.
It was too dark last night and I couldn't see clearly. When I looked again today, I saw that there were some mulberry leaves higher up. Tianfu felt that she really didn't deserve to die, so she rested against a tree for a while, and then she started to climb higher.
Although she was not good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting and nvhong, she was an expert at climbing trees and catching fish. In a few clicks, she climbed close to the treetops.
The tree was covered with snow. After picking down the mulberry trees, Tianfu's hands were so stiff that she couldn't bend them back. She instinctively rubbed her hands, but unexpectedly the cuffs of her coat got caught on the branches of the tree. She pulled and pulled them.
Suddenly, she couldn't keep her balance and fell straight down the cliff.
The moment she fell, all the past events that she had never wanted to recall flooded into her mind.
Her maternal grandfather was the imperial censor of the previous dynasty. He was sentenced to death for getting too close to the third prince who rebelled against him. He was tortured in prison for three years and then executed by the emperor. Her mother was worried too much and died.
She left soon after.
Before her father died in the war, she had been living with her father in the Mobei military camp. It was a bitter cold place, and her mother was very emotionally unstable when she was pregnant with her.
But the little problem never stopped. Her father was a rough man. Apart from being good at marching and fighting, he didn't know how to take care of children at all.
Until this moment, her thoughts that had been hazy in the past year became clear for a moment. She turned out to be the daughter of General Shangzhu of the Da Qi Dynasty, but that seemed to have been a long time ago, even those who were around her father
Years ago, she also lived as his distant nephew.
Tian Fu clutched the bag around her waist tightly. She felt that dying like this was not a bad thing, but it was a pity that she had taken advantage of the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf on the ninth day of the lunar month. He ate and drank her for free for half a year, and in the end, he also took away her money.
A man eloped with his lover. If there is an afterlife, he might as well let them work as cattle and horses for him.
Thinking of that scene, she wanted to laugh a little.
Suddenly, it took her a moment, and before she could react, there was a muffled sound, and an unbearable pain came from her back.
A fishy-sweet smell came from her throat, and she resisted spitting it out. Just as she was feeling uncomfortable, she was roughly pulled up from the ground again.
Chujiu's usually calm eyes now seemed to be brewing with stormy waves. He gasped and looked at her: "Are you crazy?"
Tianfu didn't have time to think about why he appeared here. She subconsciously wanted to explain: "I..."
"Next time you want to die, find a place where no one is around to die."
He looked angry.
Tianfu stopped talking. She really didn't expect him to come back.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Chujiu seemed to be even more angry. He sneered: "When you are sick, just stay at home. Do you like to cause trouble to others so much?"
Tianfu also became angry: "Which one of us likes to cause trouble to others? Besides, I didn't ask you to save me, you can just watch me die."
Chujiu's hand that was originally hanging by his side suddenly clenched into a fist. He looked at her for a moment. In the end, he walked down the mountain without saying a word.
There seemed to be something blocked in her chest, which made Tianfu's eyes darken for a while. She followed him silently, thought about it, and asked: "Hey, how did you know I was sick?"
Did he really come to take care of himself last night?
He sneered: "How could you not get sick with your virtue yesterday?"
Tian Fu paused, it turned out that he saw her covered in snow and wind, he just ignored her.
That's all, there is no way to force things like feelings.
When she got home, she was far away from Tianfu and saw a sack in the courtyard. She walked quickly over a few steps, flipped through it, and then looked back at the ninth day of the lunar month.
"Did you buy this?"
Chujiu entered the courtyard without stopping and did not forget to cast a sidelong glance at her.
She forced herself to break away from the loss and tried her best to look normal. She snorted: "Didn't you run away with someone?"
"I'm too lazy to care about you." Chujiu walked over and picked out everything from the sack.
There is rice, medicine, and some clothes.
"Is my little money enough to buy so many things?"
Tian Fu found it strange, but she didn't expect him to answer. He was originally an unpredictable person. He had never mentioned his affairs to her. Of course, he never cared about her affairs.
As expected, Chujiu ignored her and just silently filled the rice jar, threw the medicine bag to her, and then went to chop wood in the courtyard.
Tianfu has been wearing men's clothes since he was a child, so when he saw these silks and satins, he was naturally dazzled.
She squatted beside the sack to look at the new clothes. Her newly calloused hands slid over the satin, and the silk was pulled up accidentally.
Touching it, she couldn't help but sigh. When she thought about it, she was indeed a poor person. After her father died, she returned to the Central Plains from Mobei. Before picking up Chujiu, she had been taking care of herself.
Speaking of clothes, she could barely manage even three meals a day. Now someone finally bought her new clothes. She was lying when she said she was unhappy, but it was also because this person who made her happy always made her miserable in the first place.
The days were even worse.
After putting the medicine into the pot, she went to the hospital to help.
Chujiu avoided her hand: "Get out of the way, don't make trouble."
Tianfu was happy to rest. She sat on the tree stump, thought for a while, and asked him: "Who was that little lady yesterday? Is she the one you like?"
Chujiu finally raised his head and glanced at her. Tian Fu thought he was going to say "What does it have to do with you?", but unexpectedly he just lowered his head in silence.
After chopping the last piece of wood, he threw the ax away and said, "There's not enough firewood. I'll go to the mountain to chop some more."
Tianfu looked at him carefully for a long time, "Did you do anything to feel sorry for me?"
His attitude today is really abnormal.
"What can I do to be considered sorry for you?" Chujiu glanced at her, turned around and went up the mountain again.
That's right, they were just food buddies. Apart from the fact that eating more of her food was considered a sign of being sorry to her, the rest of the things had nothing to do with these three words.
Tianfu was very tired, so after Chujiu left, she went back to her room to rest. When she opened her eyes again, bursts of aroma were already wafting from the small kitchen. When she went outside, Chujiu was clumsily putting noodles into the pot.
Son, sometimes he throws it too hastily and splashes water, which burns him so much that he grits his teeth.
Something is really wrong with him.
Tian Fu leaned against the door and looked at him for a long time before coming to this conclusion.
In the past, she cooked and he helped, but today he seemed to be overly attentive.
"I'll do it." Tianfu took the basin from him, "Go and clean the mutton. Let's have a meat dish today."
This time I bought a lot of things on the ninth day of the lunar month. Tianfu was picking through them, and he took some eggs and spread them out to make an egg pancake.
After the food was served, she picked up the plate and walked out.
"Are you going to eat out?" Chujiu was puzzled.
"In the past six months, I have owed a lot of favors to the Wang family next door. This is not just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, but I can pay back some."
Chujiu frowned again. He didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly stood up and blocked her way. He grabbed the plate from her hand angrily, "I'll go."
At this moment, the two elders of the Wang family have not returned from the town, and only the youngest son Wang Quan is left to look after the house. When he saw the ninth day of the lunar month coming, his eyes kept glancing behind him.
"Isn't your sister at home?"
Wang Quan is twenty-five years old this year. He has an older brother who has passed away. Because his family is poor, neither of them has ever married. Since Tianfu came to the village half a year ago, he has been helping out with the work. Every time I think of his attentive look,
As for my face, I felt like there was no comfortable place in my body on the ninth day of the lunar month.
He coldly threw the plate in front of Wang Quan and ignored his questions. When he turned to leave, Wang Quan stopped him again.
"Little brother, please pass this thing to your sister for me. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, I really have nothing to offer. I made this hairpin myself in the past few days."
In the village, Tianfu always called them brother and sister. In order not to insult her reputation, Chujiu never denied it.
He glanced at the rough-made hairpin, took it without saying a word, and when he got out of the door, he threw it into the snowdrift on the roadside. After thinking about it, he kicked it down a few times.
As soon as he entered the house, Tianfu noticed that his expression was not right. In fact, every time he came back from the Wang family, he always behaved like this and did not let strangers in. It is true that Wang Quan was a bit glib, but his heart was still not good.
Bad, besides, Chujiu always has a cold look. Not to mention a timid person like Wang Quan, I guess the King of Heaven would have to avoid him when he saw him like this. I don’t know how the Wang family provoked him.
"There is no need to send anything to his house in the future." Chujiu sat down with a straight face.
"Why? Did they say something?" Tian Fu was puzzled.
"They said dogs won't eat anything you make, and you send whatever you don't want to his house."
When Tian Fu heard this, he slapped his chopsticks on the table: "Did they really say that? Why do I feel that this is more like what you said?"