Chapter 150: The future is over?
Outside the house, Fan Jin didn't expect that his father-in-law saved his niece.
He saw his father-in-law come out and say that Shuiqing was checking Zhaodi's wound.
He turned to the main house and took out a handkerchief and ointment.
Shuiqing bought the ointment in the mall, but put it in the bottles and jars he bought in the capital city, so that it would not be conspicuous when taken out.
In the kitchen, Shuiqing had already driven away the two younger sons, but was still shocked when he lifted the thin clothes on Fan Zhaodi!
The broken skin, bleeding wounds, and purple marks were all over the thin body.
And dark and dark old scars.
There was no good skin!
In front of him was just an eight-year-old girl.
Shuiqing took a deep breath and said, "If it hurts, you can shout it out."
Shouting out will not relieve the pain, but it will only be more uncomfortable to endure it without making a sound when it hurts.
Fan Zhaodi nodded, and her teeth were still instinctively clenched tightly to prevent the sound of pain from leaking out.
Past experience taught her that making bad noises would lead to more severe beatings, regardless of whether she did it on purpose or not, and regardless of whether she could hold back.
Shuiqing was about to go back to the main house to get a towel and medicine when she heard a knock on the kitchen door.
Fan Jin handed over the things in his hand through the crack of the open door, "Shuiqing, I've brought the towel and medicine, do you see if there is anything missing?
I'll be waiting outside the door, I'll go get anything you need."
Shuiqing checked it once.
Fan Jin was careful, calm and thorough, and did not miss anything.
She told Fan Jin: "Ask Yan Qiu to find a set of clean clothes."
Zhaodi's clothes were already patched up, and it was unknown how many times they had been passed down by her brothers and sisters. Now they were scratched by stones and branches, and they were even more tattered and unwearable.
Moreover, they were covered with mud, which was not conducive to the healing of the wound.
Fan Jin obediently went to find Yan Qiu.
Shuiqing closed the door tightly.
Outside, the sky was dark and the wind was howling. The kitchen was illuminated by the stove, bright and quiet.
Shuiqing scooped up boiling water and first scalded the already clean wooden basin several times, and also scalded the towel.
Then scooped in boiling water, and then added the previously cooled boiled water.
After testing the water temperature, it was neither cold nor hot, she wiped Fan Zhaodi's body carefully.
Her movements were careful and gentle.
Fan Zhaodi only felt that Shuiqing seemed to be glowing under the goose yellow stove fire.
The pain she remembered did not come, and she only felt a slight pain, which was completely tolerable.
She loosened her teeth and whispered: "Auntie, you just help me wipe the back, I can do the rest myself."
"It's okay, I can still do this little thing, if it hurts you, remember to tell me." Shuiqing reminded worriedly.
This child's arms and legs are covered with wounds, and she feels pain just by looking at them, how can she let her wipe the wounds herself!
Fan Zhaodi said hurriedly: "It doesn't hurt, really, it doesn't hurt at all."
Shuiqing just wanted to sigh.
After wiping it clean, she carefully applied the medicine that promotes wound healing.
There was a knocking sound from the kitchen door.
Shuiqing walked over, opened a crack, and saw that only Yan Qiu was there. She opened the door wider and let him in.
"Mother, I found a set of smaller clean clothes. It's probably a little too big for my little sister. I can only roll it up a few times. Do you think it's okay?"
After they moved to the new house, mother threw away all the old and dirty clothes.
Now they are all wearing new fine cotton clothes that fit them well, but the clothes that are a little small for her are still a little big for my little sister.
"Okay, roll it up." Shuiqing is not a hypocritical person.
It's good to have something to wear at this time. It doesn't matter if it's a little big.
Fan Zhaodi felt that it was no problem. She had been wearing big clothes since she was a child. She kept them as rags until they were no smaller.
When she put on the clean clothes brought by her elder sister, she felt soft and comfortable like never before!
She tugged at her clothes uneasily, fearing that the blood from her wound would stain them. What if she couldn't wash them out?
Yan Qiu looked at Zhaodi, who was feeling uncomfortable, as if she saw herself wearing nice clothes for the first time, and said to comfort her: "Wear them.
I grew a lot taller last year, and I can't wear them anymore. If you want, you can keep them."
Fan Zhaodi's first reaction was to look up at Shuiqing next to her.
Such a nice piece of clothing, without a hole or patch, can you give it to her just because her elder sister wants to?
Shuiqing smiled lightly and said: "Your sister decides on her own things;
You decide on your own wishes, too."
Fan Zhaodi didn't know why she didn't want to cry after crawling on the mountain, being blown down by the wind on the dirt road, and expecting her parents and brothers to come to her but failed every time;
But she couldn't help crying when she heard these two words from her aunt.
She can decide on her own wishes.
"Yes."
Yan Qiu was very happy, holding Fan Zhaodi's hand and said: "I have another set that is also too small, I will give it to you, keep it for you to change at home."
In fact, the set is not small, but she has clothes to change, so she can save a set for Zhaodi.
Fan Zhaodi immediately shook her head and refused very confidently: "No, one set is good enough!"
She can exchange one set with the old one at home.
If there are more, her mother will take it back to her mother's house and give it to her uncle's daughter. This is something given to her by her eldest sister, and she doesn't want to give it to others.
Yan Qiu thought of her aunt's character, and after a moment of caution, she replied: "Okay."
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Dinner was prepared early in the morning.
Fan Jin set out early, and with a bullock cart to carry things, he thought he would be able to get home around noon at the latest.
But he didn't expect that when Hu Wenhua rushed back from the city and packed up the odds and ends, the weather suddenly changed.
Once on the road, things changed rapidly, and each step became more difficult.
Fortunately, the whole family returned in one piece, and Fan Zhaodi was also rescued on the way.
There was no danger, and the dinner atmosphere was particularly warm.
It was dark and windy outside, a sign of the coming rainstorm.
The candles prepared early were lit in the dining room, and the big round table was filled with food.
Shuiqing went fishing with a few children in the morning and caught a lot of big fathead fish.
The fathead fish is known by its name, with a big head and a small body.
There is not much meat on the fish head. People these days are short of oil and water, and prefer to eat meat.
Shuiqing stewed a clear soup fish head pot, and put in tofu cut into small square pieces. The fish soup was milky white, the tofu was delicate, the tofu was delicious, and the fish soup was sweet and delicious.
The fish meat was sliced into thin slices and made into sour soup fish fillet.
A whole chicken was cut into pieces and made into a big plate of chicken with potatoes and green peppers. The potatoes and green peppers were full of soup, rich and delicious.
Large slices of fat and dried plums were overlapped layer by layer and steamed in a pot until they were indistinguishable.
Steamed eggs in a basin.
Even the most common and commonly eaten eggplant was mixed with minced meat.
Shuiqing: ..... This is called minced meat eggplant!
Fan Zhaodi felt that she had never seen such a sumptuous dish in her life.
Fan Zhaodi was not the only one who had not seen it.
Hu the butcher opened his mouth, not knowing whether to say his daughter.
The first meal was so good, would the rest of the life be difficult?