The woman's surname is Shui, she is in her thirties, and has a personality like Shui's.
A pair of pure eyes can become a goddess of art.
Poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people. This mountain is not considered rich, it just purifies its purity.
The old lady is in her fifties. She looks very old and smells of time, which makes people want to recite poems and paint pictures for her.
There is sunshine under the eaves.
Yeman finally washed her withered grass-like hair.
Shui asked her to sit down and wiped her dry with a clean cloth. Thinking of the injuries all over her body when she was changing clothes, it was really pitiful.
Although there is poverty in the mountains, it has never been like this. Nor has it been this hungry.
Even if she is a miracle doctor, she is still pitiful. Mr. Shui plans to get some food.
The man led the donkey over, acting like a little son. Although his little son had gone out to play early in the morning and came back to wait for food, he didn't know what happened to his grandma.
The child was six or seven years old. He was wearing shabby clothes and was quite strong and silly. He was holding a small basket with fresh chestnuts in his hand.
Yeman saw that his hand was pricked by thorns and didn't care at all. Looking at the donkey, it was well-raised.
Ye Man liked it very much. My ancestor had flown on a flying boat, flown a sword, flown on an airplane, driven a supercar, and this was his first time riding a donkey.
Poems and thoughts are on the back of a donkey in the wind and snow in Baqiao.
This is not a matter of one person riding a donkey. When a person becomes popular, there will be a group of imitators.
In this mountain village, you don’t have to brave wind and snow, but having a donkey makes it even more poetic!
The young man came with a pen and paper and saw that the miracle doctor was wearing his clothes. It turned out to be a different smell.
These are his old clothes. They are too small for his younger brother to wear in the future.
The miracle doctor is small, not much older than his younger brother. However, he has that bold and noble demeanor!
The young man couldn't explain clearly. Although it was tangerine brown, it showed that it didn't matter what he was wearing.
Yeman's hair was not yet dry, and the dead grass on her head was scattered. She held a writing brush in her hand, and wrote a poem out of the prescription. She was careful to grab the medicine by mistake, so she prescribed it again.
The young man has been reading for a year and has learned some characters. Then he looks at the characters written by the miracle doctor. It’s amazing!
Mrs. Shui has seen her son practice calligraphy, so she probably knows the ability of the miracle doctor. Look at her hands again, ugh.
Before Shui could finish his emotion, he watched her take out a silver ingot.
Yeman and Shui said: "This donkey is not a matter of money, but it is its worth."
Mr. Shui gritted his teeth. This donkey was indeed worth about five taels of silver. There was no way that the miracle doctor would come back after he went to the city.
Mr. Shui told his eldest son: "Go to the county seat and apply for a city certificate."
The young man was excited: "How about three or five cents of silver?"
Yeman took out a bunch of money.
Mrs. Shui hurriedly tried to stuff it back into her, although she didn't know where to stuff it.
The girl came over to say hello: "It's time to eat."
Ye Man nodded, she was going to eat this from the beginning: "I'll go to bed after eating, and the medicine will come back and call me."
Mr. Shui said: "I can make medicine."
Yeman took out the bamboo ginseng and showed it to her: "You don't know how to do this."
Mr. Shui took two steps back, raised his finger to point at the bamboo ginseng, and opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything.
The old lady looked at it: "I don't need this old medicine! You can keep it."
The young man also widened his eyes: "This bamboo ginseng must not be hundreds of years old? Can it be sold for dozens of taels of silver?"
The old lady trembled, she was fine, how could she ruin such a good thing?
Ye Man was delighted: "I'll give you all this, but I can't bear it. Just use a little. I have the final say on this matter."
The old lady was unwilling to give in: "Can I not eat it?"
Ye Man smiled and said: "I picked it from the mountains. It was fate that I met you. You have this disease in your heart, so you should not get excited. You will be fine in the future and wait to hold your great-grandson."
The wind blew her sparse, withered grass-like hair. This style of painting was wild and pure.
Shui Shi came over slowly and circled around: "I don't have anything good."
Ye Man is like an ancestor: "You have a filial heart. Don't think about it."
Eat quickly.
The Shui family has a filial heart and hasten to show filial piety to their ancestors.
The millet porridge for breakfast was very thin, but it contained eggs. I also had a plate of fried August beans.
Yeman didn't care about anyone else, he ate seventy percent full, climbed into bed and went to sleep.
You can't even hear chickens and sheep being slaughtered outside.
There were no sheep, but the house was completely busy.
Mr. Shui was so cruel that he killed three chickens. If my aunt survived the disaster, she could eat the chickens by herself without inviting anyone else.
The young man came back from the county town on his donkey. The donkey was carrying large and small bags, so it was not exhausted.
Mr. Shui looked at the meat he bought. It was very good. Although he went there late, it was the only one in the county that could buy it.
The girl looked at the white noodles and was excited. Today she can eat meat buns!
Mr. Shui urged her to work: "It's a blessing."
The girl secretly asked her mother: "Will grandma be fine?"
Shui Shi nodded, sure!
Damn it, it's a good thing to have an elderly person at home.
The old lady is not doing anything else but sitting under the eaves, mending clothes.
The miracle doctor's clothes were scratched, but she repaired them carefully.
Mr. Shui took some time to wash the clothes that the young man bought and hung them up to dry.
I just bought this one, and although it's average, it's much better than the old one.
The old lady said: "The ones you buy are more expensive than the ones you make yourself. Next time, pull out more cloth and make one or two new ones for the children and put them there. They can be worn when going out and look more decent."
Shui Shi nodded.
She doesn't know how to weave, but if she works hard in the mountains or at home, she can make some money.
It's like picking herbs. Although the ones you pick are not that good and the selling price is not high, you still have them.
There are not many places to spend money, as long as you live in a down-to-earth manner.
A village woman came over and looked at Mr. Shui in surprise: "What's wrong with your family? You're killing chickens and buying so many things."
Another one, further away, shouted: "I heard Qin Nan shouting this morning, what's wrong with my old sister-in-law?"
Mr. Shui responded: "My aunt fainted this morning. Fortunately, she is fine. Isn't this because she is taking medicine again and killing chickens to replenish her body? As you get older, you have to be more careful. Good luck."
The one far away shouted again: "Your aunt and daughter-in-law are the best. It's time to make up for it. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming anyway."
Mr. Shui smiled and said: "It's better to mend it before the autumn harvest. It's better than anything else."
The village woman echoed: "Being sick means spending money and supporting people, so eating chicken is nothing."
Another person came to join in the fun: "Sister-in-law, you are so lucky."
Someone laughed and said: "Dalang is getting married and is waiting to hold his great-grandson."
In mountain villages, they are not even close.
Everyone is busy, gossiping, relaxing for a while, and everyone goes home.
No one comes to get food. Otherwise, the old lady is sick and has to bring something with her. Whether it is worthwhile or not is another matter.
The wild vines are growing and it looks like this is a truly poetic place.
Mr. Shui came over to serve him with hot water and asked, "How is it?"
Yeman has a little headache, but overall it's okay.
I washed my face and tied my hair up casually.
Since he is wearing men's clothing, his hair is tied up on top of his head and he wears a headscarf.
Ordinary people mean that the scarf is wrapped directly on the head without any other tricks.
Whether it's a crown or a Dongpo scarf, they were all made in one's spare time.
Yeman put a headscarf on her head to block the dead grass, making her image more respectable.