The happy life of peasant woman Wan Xiaoliu

Chapter 9 Cutting Bamboo to Make a Bamboo Bed
The person on the bed sat up slowly, took the water from Wan Xiaoliu's hand and drank it.Although he looked thirsty and drank water, he drank it gracefully.After drinking, he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, handed the bowl to Wan Xiaoliu, and continued to lie down.

"Is there any pain in your body? What's your name?" Wan Xiaoliu scooped up water to wash the tea bowls, which were still used for eating.

The answer to Wan Xiaoliu was still a piece of air.

"You can hear me asking you to drink tea, which means you are not deaf. But if you don't speak, could it be that you really can't speak?" Wan Xiaoliu has a woman's nature - gossip.

"You can't speak, and I don't know your name, so I can't always call you hello, can I?" He quickly set up a fire to boil water.The appetite of two people is about to add rice, a bowl of rice is almost enough. "Hello? You really don't know how to say it? Or do you mean you don't want to say it?"

Boil water in a pot, sit on a low stool, and scrape potato skins with the sharp side of a broken bowl. Fresh potato skins are easy to scrape.Long nails can be torn off.

"It's a good thing that you can hear me. I can say, listen. Hehe... When I found you yesterday, I was really scared to death. It's your fate to fall into the grass, so high Nothing happened when I came down. Ai, were you hunted down? Or are you a bad guy? If you are hunted down and the enemy finds you with us, then if you find it here, a little Japanese will burn, kill and loot, then What should I do? I don't know martial arts, and the people in our village have been farmers for generations." Wan Xiaoliu's super imaginative power surprised himself, "No, no, I can't harm the people in our village. , I see you are awake too, why don't you go." Thinking of this, he put down the potato in his hand and looked at the bed.He sat down again in vain.

"Hey, why don't you go after drinking these few sticks of Chinese medicine. Wan Langzhong said that you have blood congestion in your brain. The so-called sending the Buddha to the west to save people to the end, wait until you are completely cured before leaving, and you are the only one left." No one is looking for that place, it is so high, 100% dead. Even if you look for it, you should have found it a few days ago. Forget it, this girl is kind, and I will take you in for a few more days, but hello in a few days Let’s go when I’m done, I’m not afraid to feed the whole family if I’m not hungry, even if there are hundreds of people in Wanjia Village, it’s not a joke.”

The person on the bed listened to Wan Xiaoliu babbling alone.Just listening quietly, like a voice from outside the sky.

"It's a pity that there are no eggs. It would be delicious to put some eggs in this soup. You also need nutrition now." Wan Xiaoliu finished his meal, and brought the shredded potatoes and soup to the table. "Hey, do you sit up and eat, or shall I feed you?"

The person on the bed looked at Wan Xiaoliu, slowly got up and sat down.The long black hair hung around his body, Wan Xiaoliu stretched out his hands and brushed it together for him, pinched a braid, but left it behind him like that, as if he didn't have any meaning, let Wan Xiaoliu play with it.

"I washed your shoes, but they are not dry yet. I found a pair of old straw sandals. You can wear them casually." I took the straw sandals for him, helped him put them on, and helped him to sit at the table. After eating, he was still very weak, half of his body was leaning on Wan Xiaoliu's body for a few steps.

Put a bowl of rice in front of him: "You have to eat more, rice is the most nutritious thing in my house."

He took the chopsticks handed over by An Xiaoliu, and took a mouthful of rice stiffly into his mouth.Wan Xiaoliu sat down opposite him, and sandwiched potato shreds and soup leaves for him. "You should eat more. The porridge you ate last night and the gnocchi you ate this morning are all liquid food. It should be fine to eat this rice at noon today?" Wan Xiaoliu was not sure.

The two ate their meals in peace.

"Hey, what's your name? Could it be that you really can't speak?" Wan Xiaoliu was still curious about this. "Then how should I call you? How about giving you a name? What name? I haven't given anyone else a name. You are very honored."

"Could it be...how about you call it Mofei? My surname is Wan, and your surname is Wan. My name is Wan Mofei. This is Wanjia Village. It would be nice to have a name surnamed Wan. Congratulations on being famous. Wan Mofei, Wan Could it be, Wan Mofei." Wan Xiaoliu yelled happily, this was the first time he had chosen a name, and the more he yelled, the more pleasant it sounded.

Wan Mofei didn't answer, just burying his head in eating his own rice. After finishing one bowl of rice, Wan Xiaoliu wanted to fill another bowl for him, but he stretched out his hand to block it.

"Wow, your hands are really beautiful, much better than mine. Look, they are white and long, and the nails are neatly cut. It seems that you are really a pampered young master." Wan Xiaoliu exaggerated Take his hand and turn it over to look at it, and the person being looked at wants to retract his hand.

"Your hands are so pretty. Do you wash your hands with milk? Or do you soak them in various flower petals every day?" Wan Xiaoliu looked at it for a while and reluctantly let go of Wan Mofei's hand. There was no love between men and women in her mind. Dear, it's very common to hold hands and see.

He picked up the soup bowl and prepared to pour it for Wan Mofei: "Pour some soup for you, I added more oil."

This time Wan Mofei didn't stop her, and allowed her to pour half a bowl of soup and drink it.Wan Xiaoliu picked up the bowl and continued eating.In my memory, it seems that only rich women can have such beautiful hands, and they will use those things to keep their hands, right?But how did this man get such beautiful hands?
Wan Mofei sipped his soup with his head down, ignoring Xiaoliu's probing eyes.

After the meal, Wan Xiaoliu helped Wan Mofei back to the bed. The mischievous Wan Xiaoliu took the opportunity to touch Wan Mofei's smooth and tender hands. Wan Mofei sat in a daze, and Wan Xiaoliu ignored him and went about his own business.

When Wan Xiaoliu thought that it was the first time he named someone at such an age, he felt very happy and hummed a little song happily.

Wan Xiaoliu did a good job, looked at Wan Mofei and said, "I'm going to cut a bamboo and come back, you can rest. The water is on the table, and I'm in the bamboo forest in front, call me if you have something to do."

Wan Mofei lowered his head, didn't look at Wan Xiaoliu and didn't answer.

A large bamboo grove, bamboo leaves covered the ground, and the spring bamboo shoots were already shedding their black shells, revealing the green bamboo knots.Green, tender, so pretty.Wan Xiaoliu lost his hatchet, but fortunately he had Wan Mofei's short knife.I took a fancy to a bamboo, peeled off the bamboo leaves from the ground, and sawed it from the place next to the soil. With such a sharp knife, the bamboo with a thick mouth of a bowl fell to the ground easily.Wan Xiaoliu looked at the edge of the knife, there wasn't even a single notch, so he wiped the ashes off his body, and then cut off the bamboo branches, finely cutting off a section at the top.The bare fresh bamboo, Wan Xiaoliu walked back carrying the thicker end of the bamboo.

"Xiao Liu, what are you cutting bamboo for?" the uncle who went to work in the field outside the bamboo forest called Xiao Liu.

"Uncle, the door panel of my house is used as a bed for that person. I will make a bamboo pleat, which can be used as a door."

"Oh, that's it. Then you might as well cut down two more bamboos. When it rains, I'll make you a bamboo bed."

"But he's going to leave when he's done."

"You can sleep on the bamboo bed in summer. Looking at the weather, it will rain in a few days. You can cut two more and put them outside to dry in the shade. I'll go back to sharpen the knives at night."

(End of this chapter)