There is more rain in summer and the weather is changeable.
The sky was still clear when Su Qingluan walked out of the yard, but about a quarter of an hour after she arrived at the village entrance, dark clouds gathered in the sky and a light drizzle began to fall.
The summer rain doesn’t feel cold, but the weather is already very hot and humid, and there is rain without any wind, which makes the already sticky feeling on the body even more damp.
Unfortunately, in this era, it is absolutely impossible to wear cool and heat-dissipating clothing such as overalls, and one can only let the coarse cloth clothes stick to the body with dampness, which is very uncomfortable.
But the advantage was that her sleeves had many layers. When Su Qingluan felt that the weather was getting dark, she put the job notice on her sleeve for safekeeping, so she didn't get wet.
When we arrived at the signboard, it didn't look like a modern bus stop at all. Under a rectangular pavilion, there was no long wooden bench for pedestrians, but instead a large wooden board.
There was also a wooden barrel next to the wooden board, with a dirty and black brush on it. Su Qingluan leaned over to take a look with disdain, and found that there was a small bucket of glue inside, which was convenient for passers-by to brush the glue on the back of the paper and post the notice.
There were many new and old notices on the wooden board. Su Qingluan thought of using it as a shelter from the rain, so she walked in, somewhat curious about what was written on them.
The things on the notices are basically the same as what happens at home, such as weddings or funerals, or the need for help to support the event and recruit help.
It doesn't cost much money for fellow villagers to help each other. As long as they provide food and drinks that day, most people will be willing to help.
The words on this notice are ugly in all kinds of ways, but the good-looking ones seem to be written by the same person.
The font was very lively, but Su Qingluan had some basic skills in calligraphy after all, so she also had some appreciation ability.
She only felt that although the calligraphy looked elegant and graceful on the surface, like the flowing wind and returning snow, upon closer inspection, the strokes carried the strength of pine and bamboo, the so-called softness with strength.
Su Qingluan was secretly surprised: It turns out that there is someone in this small Huaxi Village who can write such outstanding calligraphy?
For some reason, when she was thinking about this, a figure suddenly appeared in her mind——
Although the man appeared pale, frail, and had difficulty walking, even though he was confined to a wheelchair, he always had a relaxed and calm demeanor, without a trace of dejection.
The feeling that Mu Xingzhi gave her was exactly that of "hidden character within".
However, this thought only lingered in Su Qingluan's mind for a moment before dissipating. She admired the various beautiful and ugly characters with great interest for a while, thinking to herself, "Luckily, I practiced calligraphy back then. Otherwise, if my handwriting was so poor that the whole village saw it, it would be a disaster."
After looking at those notices, many of them were from half a year ago or even last year.
Some were torn off in half, hanging in the air like a piece of rag, while others had begun to fade because they were too old.
Especially those near the bottom, due to the lack of protection from the eaves above, many of them were soaked by rain, and even the words were blurred.
Only then did Su Qingluan understand why Su Guangfu asked her to post the recruitment notice higher.
Su Qingluan looked up at the notices at the top, selected a blank corner that was half torn off, stood on tiptoe slightly, and marked the position with the paper in her hand.
Then she frowned, picked up the dirty brush with two fingers with some disgust, wiped the four corners of the back of the notice a few times, and immediately threw the brush back into the bucket and posted the notice.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that since it was raining, she would hide here for a while and go back when the rain was a little lighter.
However, no matter how long we waited, the rain did not decrease, but instead seemed to be getting heavier.
If we keep waiting like this, it will be dark.
This place is not like modern times with street lights. At night, it is really pitch dark.
Moreover, her clothes were all damp. If she continued to lie there, she might catch a cold. Generally speaking, a cold is a minor illness unless it develops into myocarditis.
However, in this age without antibiotics, any cold or fever can be fatal.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan decided not to wait any longer. She gritted her teeth and simply rushed into the rain.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, covered her head with her hands and prepared to run. As a result, she bumped into someone head-on as soon as she rushed out of the pavilion where the signboard was.
"sorry!"
"Feel sorry."
Su Qingluan stepped on the soft and slippery mud and was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, the other party pulled her up and she was able to stabilize her body.
She couldn't help but look up. The other person was wearing a black shorts and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in black, except for a bamboo hat.
The man seemed to glance at Su Qingluan and whispered, "Are you hurt, little brother? I was in a hurry to get on my way just now, so I bumped into you. I'm really sorry."
Su Qingluan was so embarrassed by the other party's apology that she waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly: "No, I was just anxious to go home, so I was impatient. I'm sorry."
The man looked at the sky after hearing this, and took off his hat and handed it to Su Qingluan: "This is for you, so you can protect yourself from the wind and rain."
"No need to do that, I..."
Su Qingluan didn't feel comfortable asking for something from a stranger, so she quickly tried to refuse. However, the man didn't even wait for her to speak. He turned around and rushed into the rain, disappearing in an instant.
"Although he should be a kind and enthusiastic person, I always feel that he is a little strange..." Su Qingluan muttered softly while wearing the bamboo hat.
Fortunately, thanks to this hat, Su Qingluan was spared from the ravages of wind and rain on her return journey - at least she didn't have to be blinded by the strong wind and rain.
When Yang heard that her eldest daughter had gone out, she prepared some dry clothes for her to change into, and also cut some ginger into shreds, ready to boil some ginger water for her.
As soon as Su Qingluan entered the room, Yang pulled her into the room to change clothes.
"How come you went out with a hat and got soaked?" Yang asked curiously.
Then, she took the hat and frowned: "This is not our hat, Daya, where did you get this hat?"
Su Qingluan told the truth: "I just went to post the notice, and when I came back, I met a kind person who lent it to me - but he looked very unfamiliar, I didn't recognize him."
Yang smiled and said, "You've only been back for two months. Some people in the village are away all year round, so it's normal for you to not be familiar with a few people. Tell Auntie what that person looks like, and I'll know which family he belongs to."
Su Qingluan nodded, recalling the man's appearance, and then frowned slightly: "That person... is a man."
Yang nodded, indicating "please continue."
Su Qingluan thought for a moment and said, "He shouldn't be very old, because he doesn't have a beard."
"Not necessarily," Yang shook her head. "Some men don't like beards, so naturally they won't grow them. While there are few such men, they do exist."
Then he gestured to Su Qingluan to continue.
But Su Qingluan seemed to be suddenly speechless - she couldn't even describe the man's appearance.
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