Chapter 666 Life is a butcher's knife
The man in black was watching the situation in the lobby from the window with a little gap. He stared at Yang Lan'er for a long ti, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind?
When the man in Tsing Yi saw him silently staring at the fair and beautiful woman outside, he didn't feel annoyed. He turned his head and nodded to the accompanying boy behind him.
After the accompanying servant left the private room, the man in Tsing Yi looked at the expression of the man in Xuan Yi with great interest, trying to get so clues from it.
pity…!
It's still that zombie face that hasn't changed for thousands of years!
The man in Tsing Yi curled his lips, a little disappointed.
The two of them grew up playing together from wearing open crotch pants, and they knew his temperant long ago, and they have long been accustod to his virtues, so the man in Tsing Yi has nothing to be disappointed about.
but…
The man in Tsing Yi squinted his eyes, then pinched his cheeks that had been thinned due to traveling all the way from the capital, and sighed in his heart: Pity him for gaining so flesh after more than ten years, and this ti he is back to the skinny before he was born!
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Yang Lan'er and others ca out of the teahouse, it was almost past noon.
Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Yan stood in front of the teahouse and bid farewell reluctantly, and made an appointnt to et again next ti.
"Uncle Madam finally found soone with similar interests today."
Li Chun joked as he looked at the two people holding hands to bid farewell.
"It's rare that sister-in-law is in a good mood today."
The two aunts and sisters-in-law hadn’t walked far on the street in a carriage, when the carriage stopped again.
Before Yang Lan'er could ask, Yu Shui opened the curtain and poked her head out.
Not long after, the rain returned to its original position, glanced at Mrs. Zhou, and said to the two: "There are many people around outside. According to the onlookers, it seems that soone passed out by the side of the road."
"Ma'am, do you think we should take a detour?"
When Mrs. Zhou heard that soone had passed out, she sighed softly: "It's icy and snowy outside. If you faint in the snow on the side of the road, you won't freeze, right? Are you still angry? It's almost Chinese New Year, so don't die outside. !"
"Who said it wasn't."
The servant girls nodded.
Yang Lan'er sighed inwardly, "Sit here first, I'll go down and have a look."
After finishing speaking, Yang Lan'er ignored the hesitant Zhou family in the carriage, and got up and got out of the carriage.
Lichun quickly got up after seeing this.
As soon as she ca out, Yang Lan'er was stimulated by the cold air outside, and shivered abruptly.
The weather was too cold, she didn't intend to get out of the car to ddle in her own business, but Zhou's last words moved Yang Lan'er's heart.
Yes!
It’s almost Chinese New Year, so don’t die outside.
Li Chun protects her and pushes away the crowd of onlookers.
In the center surrounded by the crowd, an old man in ragged clothes fell on the ground, lifeless, with a pale complexion.
You can tell at a glance that the old man is not well and is seriously ill.
A little girl was crying on top of him, helplessly asking passers-by for help.
The passers-by onlookers instinctively stepped back when they saw the little girl's eyes, lest they would be entangled by the big one and the little one, ignoring the little girl's pleading eyes.
This situation...
If the world is cold, it is not necessarily the case. It is in stark contrast to the vigorous fundraising in the city a few days ago.
Yang Lan'er shook her head lightly, walked to the old man and squatted down, tried her best to speak softly, and said in a gentle tone:
"Little girl, who is this old man?"
"It's my dad."
Yang Lan'er looked at the little girl who was covered with thin rags and a half-new padded jacket inside. Even so, the little girl was shivering from the cold, her face was pale, and her lips were purple.
After all, the cold and freezing winter in the Northland is no joke.
"Little girl, your father has passed out. My sister has so dical skills. Would you like to let my sister take a look at it for your father?"
The little girl looked up at Yang Lan'er expectantly, and tremblingly pushed the old man's big hand towards Yang Lan'er, the aning was self-evident.
Lichun imdiately put the old man's hand as flat as possible so that Yang Lan'er could feel the pulse, then looked at the little girl's hands full of chilblains, and tightly grasped the old man's other hand.
It seems that this is the only way to draw strength from the old man, so that I can feel a little comfort in my heart.
The scene in front of did not know which string in my heart was touched, and Li Chun's eyes were slightly astringent.
After Yang Lan'er checked his pulse, he gently lifted the old man's sleeves, feeling confident.
The wind and cold entered the body of the old man and increased the fever. If he is not treated in ti, his life may be endangered.
Yang Lan'er rembered that there was a dical clinic nearby, so she gave up a few coppers and asked the onlookers to help carry the old man to the dical clinic.
The drug boy in the dical hall saw the old man's shabby clothes, and began to stop several people from entering.
Later, Yang Laner led the little girl to catch up, and Lichun gave Yinzi to let her in.
While waiting for the doctor in the dical center to prescribe the dicine, Yang Lan'er had ti to look at the little girl. A quick look at the clothes showed that the tattered ones couldn't be more tattered.
But at this ti, the two of them were very close, and upon closer observation, they could find that the little girl was still wearing a half-new cotton-padded jacket under the tattered coat.
Under the watchful eyes of Yang Lan'er, the little girl shrank nervously to a corner of the counter, her hands were picking at each other's nails, and the frostbite on the back of her hand had blistered and pus due to lack of maintenance.
Yang Lan'er couldn't bear it, so she asked Lichun to ask Yaotong for a bowl of tea. The tea has the effect of cleaning and reducing inflammation.
She gently pulled the little girl over. Test the temperature of the tea with your hands, it is a little hot.
It was freezing cold, but if it was poured on the little girl's wound, the temperature was just warm.
Lichun saw Yang Lan'er put her finger directly into the tea to test the temperature, and asked in surprise:
"Ma'am, don't you want to drink?"
Yang Lan'er shook her head, lowered her head and said softly to the little girl, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."
"Yes." The little girl responded inaudibly.
"Ma'am, co here as a slave..."
Lichun frowned slightly and wanted to grab the teacup. The little girl's chilblain hands were too horrible to look at. She was afraid that Yang Lan'er would feel sick.
These dirty jobs should be done by these handmaids.
The slave can't share the master's worries, why should he co?
"No need to."
Yang Lan'er staggered Lichun's extended hand, and explained to the little girl while cleaning: "Your hands have already started to fester, and it will be troubleso if you don't deal with these two hands."
"Thank you ma'am..."
"Does it hurt?"
"…No pain."
Yang Lan'er looked up at the little girl's expression and found that there was no pain on her face, so she explained:
"Maybe your hands are numb from the cold, and you don't feel any pain. I'll wash them with tea and give you so dicine."
Yang Lan'er took out a small box of ointnt from her purse, and carefully applied the dicine to the little girl, "Wash the wound on your hand with boiled water every day, but the water temperature should not be too hot, otherwise it will blister and rot more seriously. .Clean and apply dicine and bandage well. Do not touch raw water until the wound is healed. Keep warm after the hand is healed, otherwise it will recur."
Year after year, endlessly...
After finishing speaking, Yang Lan'er stuffed the ointnt into the little girl's hand.
The little girl grasped the dicine box tightly and bowed to Yang Lan'er to thank her.
Lichun had doubts in his mind, and seeing that the little girl's wound had been bandaged, he asked, "little sister, why are you father and daughter coming out to beg in the freezing weather? I see that the padded jacket you are wearing is also thick. What troubles have happened at ho?" ?"
The cotton-padded jacket worn inside was not patched. It would be nice for poor families who have eaten their last al without a second al to have a patched cotton-padded jacket. Most of them don’t even have a cotton-padded jacket.
The little girl showed a little smile on her face, lowered her head and tugged at the hem of her clothes, and said in a soft voice, "This padded jacket was issued by a good person a few days ago, and each of our family distributed one to keep us warm."
If this were not the case, my family might have froze to death.
How could it be my turn to et this kind-hearted lady today.
Yang Lan'er and Li Chun looked at each other, and it was true!
It was almost the sa as what they guessed.
From the little girl's mouth, Yang Lan'er learned that the little girl has a seriously ill mother and a weak younger brother at ho.
The family lives in a small mountain village dozens of miles away from the city. The family of four lives in a difficult life. They can still get enough water in normal years, but they can only resign themselves to fate in tis of natural disasters.
The cotton-padded clothes were brought ho by the old man who went to the city to sell firewood a few days ago.
The mother's illness relapsed in the past few days, and the old man was also sweating because of carrying firewood into the city a few days ago, and was caught in the cold by the cold wind.
Today, Japan wanted to go to the city to beg for so food, but never expected to get sicker and fainted on the snow...
Only the scene that Yang Lan'er saw at the beginning.
Lichun felt emotional after hearing this, thinking that the old man was an old man.
In fact, the old man has only just arrived in his thirties, and he has been aged by more than twenty years because of the hard life in reality.
Yang Lan'er also sighed, no wonder the life span of ancient people was short!
Life is a butcher's knife.
It is an exaggeration to say that the life span of the poor people will be cut in half!
The little girl, father and daughter, are considered ape dung when they et them.
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