Although there are many people like Uncle Sun who have their own little plans, there are not many people with simple minds - after all, small mountain villages like Huaxi Village are simple in character, and even if they have "little plans", they are nothing more than "occupying a good position to make more money".
Although there were occasional oddities, like the Zhao family, they were a minority. Everyone felt relieved after seeing Su Qingluan write her name on the registration list. Some people, who had nothing else to do, simply stood there, basking in the sun and chatting.
Some people noticed Su Qingluan's heavy dark circles, and others noticed that she kept rubbing her eyes and yawning with her hands covering her mouth, so they asked her if she didn't sleep well last night.
Su Qingluan naturally couldn't tell the truth about knocking on Mu Xingzhi's door in the middle of the night. Otherwise, she wouldn't care, but no one could predict how the rumors would spread. At that time, it would be a problem for both Mu Xingzhi and her family.
So she mumbled, "Well, it rained a few days ago, didn't it? My parents and brother got caught a cold when they came home. My sister, who lives in the same room with my parents, also got sick. I'm the only healthy one in the family. I'm so nervous all day long that I can't sleep too deeply at night."
This is not a lie.
Although Yang and Su Guangfu swore solemnly that each of them would take care of a younger child and she wouldn't have to worry about anything, headaches and fevers these days couldn't be cured by "taking two pills or hanging an IV" like in later generations.
So before everyone fully recovered, Su Qingluan was always a little worried.
When someone asked about the situation, Su Qingluan didn't want to make everyone worry - or worrying was useless - so she smiled and said, "I asked a doctor to prescribe medicine and take my pulse. I'm resting inside."
While Yang had let Su Qingluan in to rest, she washed the dishes and later coaxed her daughter back to her room to rest. Su Guangfu and his son were on the other side. Other less important chores were set aside, hoping Su Qingluan would feel better after catching up on some sleep, or perhaps waiting until everyone else recovered.
As a result, not long after Su Qingluan lay down, someone came.
Although Su Qingluan didn't mean to blame anyone, everyone had a sick family member and understood that Su Qingluan must be very tired. So someone suggested: "It's just a registration anyway. There are so many of us, can we really be stumped by such a small thing?"
"Yes, yes, Madam Su, you should go and have some rest. You have a black eye, as if you were beaten."
"You are a dog that can't spit out ivory, right? How can you talk like that? Madam Su, ignore him. Go and have a rest. Leave this matter to us."
Everyone was talking at once, telling Su Qingluan to just go and rest. Someone else asked everyone to keep their voices down.
Su Qingluan: ...Although she really wanted to believe that everyone wanted to help her, she still had some doubts about their literacy level...
She didn't hide it and asked the question directly: "Do you know how to write the names of the villagers?"
As soon as this statement came out, half of the people were dumbfounded: even those in the village who could not read or write, such as Yang and Su Guangfu, were considered "cultured people", but there were many people who were truly "illiterate".
However, a few people still said, "Well, what's so difficult about this? You can always write your own name, right? Everyone knows a few characters, and common names are just those characters."
The other party spoke with great confidence. At this point, Su Qingluan could not say anything to pour cold water on the situation, such as "What if there are words that no one can write?". She could only say with some concern: If there are any words you don't understand, please let any young girl or wife come to my room and call me.
He pointed in the direction of his room.
In fact, it was because she basically only slept for more than an hour yesterday, and she couldn't sleep well because something was on her mind. Now she was seriously overdrawn both physically and mentally. The fact that she could stand here and greet people with a smile was entirely because her adult soul did not allow herself to act like a real child and act coquettishly.
But this body is truly the body of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and it is impossible for the owner of the body to support it with full energy for a long time. So no matter how worried Su Qingluan is now, she can only leave this matter to these people.
The consequence of being too tired was that Su Qingluan fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow. When she woke up again, she looked at the light outside - although she didn't know the exact time, it was definitely afternoon.
Su Qingluan remembered the records of who had applied for the job and hurried to the door to check.
Most people had left, leaving only a little girl - none other than Zhaodi.
She was still a little shy, but when she saw Su Qingluan, she happily ran over and handed her the list.
Su Qingluan looked around: "Where are the others?"
"Everyone went back. I was the last one to arrive, and they asked me to give this to you."
Su Qingluan looked at her little face, which had been slightly reddened by the wind, and frowned slightly: "How long have you been here?"
"Not... not long." Zhaodi lowered her head and said in a low voice.
This reaction clearly means "a long time"! Su Qingluan sighed.
In fact, people probably didn't mean to do anything bad to this little girl, but Zhaodi was too soft-hearted. She wouldn't refuse any nice words from others. As a result, she became a runner and was pointed at and ordered around by everyone.
This personality problem is definitely not something that can be corrected in a short time, but Su Qingluan still said: "Next time you encounter something like this, if no one wants to do it and pushes it to you, don't agree."
"But...someone has to do it..." Zhaodi whispered.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Then let me do it. I'm the shopkeeper and I make the most money, so it's normal for me to worry more - and if I'm too busy, I'll ask others to help me."
Zhaodi looked a little confused, obviously not understanding Su Qingluan's true meaning. However, Su Qingluan didn't think such a thing could be explained in just a few words, so she patted her shoulder and asked, "You've been standing in front of my house in the cold wind for so long, do you want to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"
Zhaodi quickly shook her head upon hearing this: "I have to go home, otherwise my parents will scold me again..."
Su Qingluan thought for a moment, then pulled out a few copper coins from her bosom. She counted them and found there were about a dozen. She placed them all in Zhaodi's hand: "Take them and say you ran an errand for me and came back late."
"But……"
"You've waited so long, this is what you deserve."
Upon hearing this, Zhaodi smiled gratefully, turned around and trotted away.
Su Qingluan opened the first page of the list with a very nervous mood - as expected, the font could not be said to be ugly or weird. After all, catching a bug crawling on the paper would probably be neater than this shabby handwriting with a ball of ink on the left and a cross on the right.
After all, the insect's legs are thin, so they won't paint the entire paper black.
There were still a few words on the first page that Su Qingluan could barely recognize. She sighed, calmed her blood pressure, and mustered up the courage to turn to the second page, but was stunned.
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