Crossing the road to riches

Chapter 87
Qinglang came to Wen Jinmei's place to work as a painter. He is really a young man, and his work efficiency alone is not so much faster than that of an old painter.

This old painter is over 60 years old, and Wen Jinmei invited him here by chance.

Jinmei's place is full of men, and it's impossible for men to show their faces to find women to work, and even if it spreads, it's not good.

Qing Lang took his painting to an old woman and put it on her desk.

"Painter Zhang, if you copy this one today, twenty copies a day should not be a problem. The money Mr. Wen gave you is so high, you can't be so perfunctory every day."

The face of the Zhang family was a little red. She was old and her hands and feet were uncomfortable, and she was afraid of spilling ink sometimes, but she came and went back on time every day, and she was diligent and never perfunctory.

It's just that what Qing Lang said was right, she was indeed a little slow, she could only copy more than ten manuscripts a day, if it was more difficult, it would be even less.

"I can't compare to you, you are young people".

Qing Lang sighed sadly.

"Painter Zhang, what you said is right. You eat more salt than we eat, but Mr. Wen's money didn't come from the wind, did he? Mr. Wen treats us well, so we should do our best. Mr. Wen like you will lose money, but Mr. Wen is kind and willing to take you in."

Not a single word of these words was a curse, but they stepped on the face of painter Zhang to the soles of his shoes.

At the beginning, Mr. Wen had talked to her many times before she agreed to come here. Mr. Wen treats people kindly, and she is treated well here, but he didn't expect that the newcomers would start to crowd out her.

She is slow. She admits that she also knows that she can only copy and is inferior to others, but she is also working hard to take her own affairs seriously. When the public embroidery workshops are too busy to catch up with the goods, she does not let go of the work at hand. , did not hold back a little.

Unexpectedly, just after the newcomer arrived, he demolished the bridge of the old one.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Then I won't be brazen here anymore. Please help me to say something to Mr. Wen. Thank you for taking care of the Buddha. I, an old woman, can't bear it. Go back and enjoy the family happiness."

Qinglang pretended to stay, apologizing and reluctance.

"Master Zhang, don't leave~ Even if you don't have any credit, you have to work hard. If you leave like this, are you worthy of Mr. Wen's taking in? You should stay. You are not easy to make a living at your age. These twenty pictures I'll draw ten for you, and I won't let Mr. Wen know."

At this time, Wen Jinmei just came over to discuss the latest popular patterns. By the way, I would like to ask Qinglang if he can also look at the fashion trends and draw some popular pictures.

But I didn't expect to see the scene of painter Zhang throwing his brush as soon as he came here.

"Painter Zhang, what's the matter with you? Could it be something unpleasant?"

Qing Lang stood in front of Master Zhang with a guilty face.

"Mr. Wen is my fault. I made Master Zhang angry. I asked Master Zhang if he could copy more pictures a day. I didn't consider that Master Zhang is old. I'm sorry."

With a clear face of guilt and red eyes, anyone who sees it can't bear it.

Wen Jinmei said a word of reassurance.

"fine".

He bypassed Qinglang and walked in front of Zhang painter.

"Paintor Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Everyone has seen your dedication to Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop. Don't leave, stay."

But painter Zhang is also a person who cares about face, and now that we've talked about it, wouldn't she really be that shameless person if she stayed.

"Needless to say, Painter Qinglang is right. I'm old, but I have to be decent when I'm old. I don't want to accept other people's charity here. You don't have to keep me when I'm gone. Painter Qinglang is young and agile. With her enough".

After speaking, he picked up his few things and left, no matter how Wen Jinmei tried to keep them, it was useless.

Qinglang walks up to Wen Jinmei and admits his mistake. Painter Zhang left today because of her words, so don't blame him.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked so many questions about the artist. I just thought she was a bit slow. I was afraid of delaying work, so I asked her if she could go faster. I didn't expect to make the artist angry." ".

Wen Jinmei felt a little blaming in her heart, but he couldn't bear to see Qinglang like this, and it wasn't his fault. Painter Zhang was a bit too tempered.

"It's not your fault that nothing happened. After a few days, Master Zhang's anger subsides. I will visit her personally and she will come back. It's just that there are many tasks, so I will trouble you to worry more."

Now Qinglang is the only painter in the public calligraphy embroidery workshop, and he immediately expressed his attitude.

"Mr. Wen, don't worry, I'm agile, and I won't hold you back. It's just that it's my first time doing this kind of thing. I hope Mr. Wen will come over from time to time and give some advice."

Qinglang is really doing well these days, and the patterns he draws are also pretty good.

"You are doing well".

"Thank you Mr. Wen for your compliment."

Now that he has become the only painter in Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop, even if he surpasses it, it's okay, Wen Jinmei won't drive her away.

When Qinglang returned home, there was a seven-year-old child on the bed who was [-]% similar to Qinglang. Qinglang brought home biscuits and water and threw them on the bed.

"Be hungry, you don't have to be hungry in the future."

The person on the bed smiled at Qinglang, but smiled reluctantly, vaguely enduring some pain.

"Thank you sister, I have been waiting for you at home for a long time, sister has worked hard."

Qing Lang waved his hand, facing his younger sister's guilty expression.

"Sister, I'm sorry, it's my sister's fault. If it wasn't for my sister's insistence on repairing the house, your legs wouldn't look like this."

Although the child on the bed is young, he is very sensible. Everything my sister does is for this family, even if she is hungry, she will eat a bite.

"Sister, don't blame yourself. I'm fine and I'll get better. I don't blame Sister. Sister treats me very well."

Qingming stepped forward, lovingly touching Qingming's head.

"I will take you to see a good doctor in two days, and it will be cured."

I hope, Qingming's legs have long been twisted into shape, and they are twisted into several knots. She may not be able to walk again in her life, but she doesn't want to drag sister down. If there is poison in front of her, she will give it to herself immediately. down.

A few days later, Qingming developed a fever, which was so frightening that she had to be taken to see a doctor.

In the morning, Qinglang immediately carried Qingming onto the cart, dragged her to the Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop step by step, and knelt down in front of Wen Jinmei.

"Mr. Wen, please, can you pay me some wages in advance, my sister is dying, and I can't watch her die of illness."

Looking at the appearance of the villain and Qinglang on the cart, everyone felt a bit of sympathy, even Xiu Lang in the embroidery workshop couldn't bear it, and took out a few copper coins from his pocket.

"Sister Qinglang, don't be disgusted by the lack of money, it can be considered a strength."

Qinglang didn't refuse to accept the copper coin, and kowtowed several times to the person in front of him on his knees.

"Thank you brother, I will never repay my kindness and virtue in this life."

Seeing her sister in such a state, Qingming felt even more painful. She might as well burn her to death if she dragged her sister down so much.

Wen Jinmei was also touched, and gave Qinglang ten taels of silver.

"Go to the doctor quickly, don't delay."

Xiulang of the embroidery workshop also gave some coppers one after another.

In the end, he kowtowed heavily before pulling the cart away.

The servants in the embroidery workshop all looked red-eyed.

"Painter Qinglang is really a person who values ​​love and righteousness. She takes care of her younger sister even though she is like this. I heard her say that her younger sister was fine, but when she was young and naughty, she climbed up to the roof to play, accidentally fell off the roof, and then fell With a broken leg, Qing Lang has been taking care of her, and she has no father or mother, so it seems that it will be difficult to marry a man in the future."

Wen Jinmei cast a glance at the little servant, whoever lives is not difficult, even if it is difficult, he has to live on, and only when he survives can he have hope. He doesn't like his little servant talking everywhere, lest Qinglang feel even more uncomfortable when he hears it.

"less talking, more working".

Qingming's legs have been dragging for more than half a year, and the broken bones have already grown back, but the two legs have become Z-shaped, and it is impossible to walk in this life.

Qingming dragged him to the hospital.

The doctor saw that the legs were like eating dead mosquitoes. If they had just been delivered, they could still be picked up, but the bones had already grown back after so long, so there was no hope.

The most important thing is lying on the bed for a long time, the back is rotten, especially the tailbone, there is a hole in it.

Qing Lang has a worried look on his face.

"Doctor, can my sister's leg still be cured? I managed to get the money together, and I beg the doctor to help me heal my sister's leg, otherwise, her life will be ruined."

The doctor is telling the truth.

Poor thing she's seen a lot, not for the first time.

"It can't be cured. The bones in this leg have grown back long ago. I prescribed some antipyretics and sprinkled powder on my back. I have to turn over more on weekdays. Otherwise, it will rot even worse, and your sister will also feel uncomfortable."

The doctor gave Qinglang a reproachful look.

Anyone who treats this younger sister with treats will not make his younger sister's back rot like this.

Qinglang explained at a loss.

"Our parents died early and we have no relatives to help. We have to go out early every day to make money and come back after dark. My sister is sensible and refrained from talking about it, so I didn't find out."

"Doctor, please get some better medicine. I am rich now, and I can treat my sister's illness, so that she will suffer less."

What Qinglang said was sincere, and the doctor understood and was a little moved. The world is really a trick of God, and evil only picks on the poor.

"You are a good person, take good care of your sister."

Qinglang took his younger sister to see the doctor, and bought some rat medicine.

Put it in Qingming's arms.

"Qingming, don't you always say that there are a lot of mice in the house? Take this mouse medicine back and let us poison the mice. From now on, you don't have to be afraid of the mice biting your feet at night. If you bite you, you will poison them to death, okay?"

Qingming boiled medicine and medicine in the medical hall, and the fever subsided a little, and he was no longer in a daze, and he was able to communicate with people normally at this time.

Qingming held the rat poison in her hand, thoughtful, she had no hope in this life, she couldn't delay her sister, she might as well find a chance to drink the rat poison and die earlier.

Qinglang looked at Qingming holding the rat poison, she was really pitiful, if she lived with her younger sister all her life, she didn't want to live such a hard life.

I don't know if what I said was intentional or unintentional.

"If Qingming is fine, don't feel guilty. You have my sister here. Even if she doesn't eat or drink, she will take good care of you. You don't have to worry or be afraid. My sister is here."

Qingming lay on the cart and hummed dully.

"Ok".

After returning home, Qinglang didn't mention the bag of rat poison, but left in a hurry.

"I'm going to work in Qingming. You, Mr. Wen, are very optimistic about me. You can see a doctor only after paying me in advance. I can't just accept his kindness and not reciprocate."

After Qinglang left, Qingming held the rat poison for a while before she made up her mind that she didn't want to drag Sister any more.

I got up with difficulty, poured myself all night, poured the rat poison into a bowl, and went to get sugar.

The sugar was bought for her by my elder sister. My elder sister said that if the medicine is bitter, I should put more sugar. If there is too much sugar, the medicine will be sweet and not bitter.

Elder sister is the best elder sister in the world, but she is not a good younger sister, she doesn't want to drag elder sister down anymore.

Qingming soaked the rat poison by herself, wrinkled her face, and drank it all in one gulp.

Why is it bitter despite putting so much sugar in it?

Stomach hurts, why does it hurt so much?

Qingming struggled to crawl to the corner, curled up.

The quilt on the bed can't be soiled by her, she has to leave it to sister, otherwise sister will have to find a way to buy a quilt.

A quilt is so expensive.

Slowly blurred.

Qinglang returned to Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop, feeling quite good, everything was developing in the direction she wanted, and she thought that she would be able to live the life she wanted soon.

It's nice to not have to run around anymore.

Back at Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop, many people still care about Qinglang's sister.

"Qinglang, how is your sister? You must have spent a lot of money. It is very expensive to go to the hospital to see a doctor now. You really love your sister. If your sister is not well, I will pity you. You can marry at your age." Fulang."

Qing Lang forced a laugh.

"I don't marry my husband, so as not to drag down a good man, it's not worth suffering with me. I just want to take good care of my sister in this life. Her leg can't be healed, but she won't be hungry if I have a bite of food." ".

Not long after speaking, someone hurriedly came to Zhongzi Embroidery Workshop.

"Qinglang, go back quickly, your sister is dying, your sister is already out of breath after drinking the poison."

The paintbrush in Qinglang's hand fell to the ground, is his sister really dead?Is it dead?Can it be saved?

I didn't care so much and ran away.

The embroiderer and the servants were left behind to sigh.

Wen Jinmei also felt pitiful, she spent so much effort to go to the hospital to see a doctor in the morning.

Unexpectedly, the child committed suicide by drinking the medicine himself in the afternoon.

The embroiderers are surrounded by a pile, and they are all pitiful for Qingming.

"You talk about how good it is to have such a younger sister for a child. It's probably because the leg can't be cured. I don't want to hurt my sister, and it's uncomfortable to live. I just sent myself away with a bowl of medicine. It's a poor person."

After Qinglang left, Wen Jinmei was worried about the draft, so he went to invite artist Zhang himself, but the artist didn't even want to see him. Could it be that he offended artist Zhang somewhere?
Unexpectedly, the second day of Qingming came as usual.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry. I left suddenly yesterday. My sister left. I really had no choice. I have already buried my sister on her favorite hill. I hope that I will have a good pregnancy in my next life and don't have to suffer with me anymore." up".

Wen Jinmei wanted to say a few words of comfort, but she couldn't. He was afraid that the more he spoke, the more uncomfortable he would be.

People who have depended on each other for so long say that if they are gone, they will be gone. The world is really impermanent.

(End of this chapter)