Chapter 3
You can't just put clothes on her inside and then help her out, right? Wouldn't that mean the freshly changed sheets and bedding would be wasted?
"Can you climb out by yourself? If so, I'll go out first?"
Jun Qingmo tried to move, looked at her, and suppressed his shyness, "Please, please help me."
"I didn't mean to look at you, so don't say I'm taking advantage of you."
"Thank you very much."
Zhang Yunniang spread a clean thin blanket on the bed, helped the person out of the bathtub, and quickly changed the person into clean clothes.
His body hadn't felt so clean and refreshed for a long time, and the bed might not have felt so soft. Jun Qingmo felt the difference from the damp and hard bed of the past, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He raised his head and tried hard to suppress the sour feeling in his nose. This alive and clean feeling made him feel nostalgic.
"You have bedsores, and they look quite serious. They're caused by lying in bed for too long. I'm afraid it's too late to treat them today. I'll go buy some medicine tomorrow. I'll make something to eat later, and we'll clean the room together this afternoon."
Perhaps the servants had been lazy before, but the room looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages, with dust covering the furniture. Furthermore, there had been no ventilation, so the poisonous fungi inside needed to be cleaned out quickly.
"Clean up together?" Jun Qingmo opened his eyes and looked over. What could he do? He was paralyzed on the bed, what could he do?
He carefully examined the woman sorting her bathing tools and clenched his fists. Did she have to remind herself over and over again that she was disabled? He had just felt a little relieved, but a wave of bitterness suddenly settled in his chest.
"Hmm? Then I can't do all the work. Even Zhou Baopi is not as cruel as you." Zhang Yunniang was busy for a long time and was really hungry now. She wanted to clean the bathtub quickly so that she could make something to eat.
"What can I do? What do you say I can do? What can I do while lying paralyzed in bed?" Jun Qingmo's voice was hoarse, with suppressed anger in his tone, and he slapped the bed hard with his hands.
He felt extremely humiliated. Even though he was a useless person, did he deserve to be humiliated over and over again?
He has always done good deeds and had good thoughts. If gods and Buddhas really exist, why would they treat him like this?
The good mood I just had is gone now.
Zhang Yunniang seemed unable to hear the melancholy and loss in his words, and took the flute from the wooden cabinet.
"You can play the flute for me." In her previous life, when she was doing housework, she liked to play music on the stereo. She would listen to music while working, and before she knew it, she had finished her work.
"Here, for you. Working is so boring. It's much better to clean while enjoying music." He wiped the dust off it and handed it over.
"This is a chi, similar to a xiao, but not a flute." Jun Qingmo reached out to take it, and could no longer remember when he last played it.
He was afraid of being talked about and was used to staying quietly in the house. He hadn't touched anything that would attract attention for a long time.
"It doesn't matter if it's a flute or something else, as long as I can hear the sound. There are some potatoes and flour in the small kitchen, so I can only make some potato noodles. Second Young Master, do you want to lie down here and rest, or come with me to the kitchen? Or let's go to the kitchen, and we can talk together."
"Go to the kitchen? How do I get there?" Jun Qingmo looked ahead with lifeless eyes and answered unconsciously.
"Isn't that a wheelchair over there?" Zhang Yunniang pushed the wheelchair against the wall over. "Second Young Master, there's something I don't know whether I should say or not, but I can't hold it back. If I tell you, you might get angry. Will you listen or not? But I think I should listen. Even if you don't let me, I'll say it anyway."
It was a bunch of nonsense. Jun Qingmo looked at her and nodded.
"Your injury is in your legs, not your brain. You're only half-paralyzed, not mentally retarded or stupid. Why are you so half-dead?"
"you."
"If you can't walk, you can use a wheelchair. Why do you have to stay in bed? Why can't you clean? You can't reach high places, but you can wipe the table and the stools. If that doesn't work, you can help me pass the rag when I'm cleaning the high cabinets."
"you."
"Besides, if you can't move, you're useless? What about those who can move and jump but are mentally retarded or stupid? What makes humans different from animals is that we can use tools.
Tell me, what can't you do? Everyone says you became famous at a young age. Can't you just leave? Has the literary talent in your head disappeared? Has the writing in your belly also disappeared?
Even though Sun Bin had his kneecap gouged out, he still managed to escape from the predicament and avenged himself with his wisdom. He also made great achievements, wrote military books, and became a famous person.
So what if you lost your throne? So what if your marriage was called off? With your talent, wouldn't it be great if you could build a new career? Show those who abandoned you and looked down on you that you are not known to the world for being the son of the Anle Palace, but for being Jun Qingmo.
"you."
"If you want to be angry, go ahead. I'm feeling uncomfortable holding it in anyway, so don't let it get to me. If you get angry, it'll only damage your body, and that has nothing to do with me."
Jun Qingmo looked at the woman in front of him. The beggar who was afraid of people now dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
He didn't feel offended or angry, but instead felt a sense of awakening. Was he really too obsessed with the opinions and perspectives of others? Yes, could it be that just because his leg was injured, his character was even worse than that of a woman?
"If you want to go out, I'll help you get on the wheelchair. If you don't go out, just lie down. I'm hungry, I'm going to cook."
"I want to go out. I want to go out."
"That's right. Staying indoors all the time makes people depressed. It's time for you to go outside and get some sunshine and fresh air."
Jun Qingmo was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed out of the room. The sunlight shone in through the eaves, and the restraint in his heart seemed to loosen at this moment.
Zhang Yunniang pushed the wheelchair and pushed the person to the small kitchen outside. Fortunately, Jun Qingmo had not fallen out of favor at the beginning, and the layout of the courtyard had been adjusted. There was also a gentle slope next to the steps that was accessible to wheelchairs, making it very convenient for wheelchairs to pass through.
"The dishes here haven't been used for a long time. Second Young Master, can you come and wash the dishes?"
Jun Qingmo looked at his legs, then at Zhang Yunniang, "What can I do?"
He looked at the basin on the table in front of him, as well as the bowls, plates and chopsticks he was going to use, and the half-finished sentence automatically fell silent.
Zhang Yunniang placed a basin full of water on the table in front of him.
"Look, the height of your sitting position and the height of the table are just right. Wash once with this basin of water, and then rinse again with this clean basin of water over here."
"good."
"Second Young Master, stop talking about what you can and can't do. You should think about how you can do things. Actually, it's not that difficult."
"Yeah, I understand."
Zhang Yunniang was kneading the dough while chatting.
"I've seen people with only feet and no hands before. Second Young Master, do you think such a person can live a normal life without relying on others?"
"I'm afraid not."
"No, he can. His feet have become his hands, and he can cook and dress himself. I've even seen a girl whose only comprehension is her brain. She holds a chopstick in her mouth and works as a game streamer to support herself."
“What is a game streamer?”
"When you listen, you need to listen to the key points. That's not important. I've even met a couple. The husband has no legs and is paralyzed from the waist down, with only his upper body. The wife has no right forearm. But the wife carries her husband wherever she goes, and they live happily as a family."
"Where have you seen them? How did you come across so many disabled people?"
"You live in a wealthy family, and the places you frequent are also gathering places for noble people. Naturally, you don't know that there is a group of people who are struggling to survive at the bottom. But they still live well, living under the same sky as you every day, without complaining about the unfairness of heaven. The weak complain about the environment, the strong change the environment."
In the past, even if he'd heard these words from others behind his back, he'd inevitably feel resentful. He was already paralyzed and unable to move freely, and he was still being called a weakling. But now, when Zhang Yunniang said them to his face, it wasn't so hard for him to accept.
He washed the bowl, looked at the potatoes beside it, and asked, "What should I do with this?"
"There's a cutting board over there. Wipe it clean with a rag, then cut it into strips or chunks. It's fine."
Jun Qingmo looked at the chopping board not far away, then at Zhang Yunniang. The woman kneaded the dough and started to wash the pot. She didn't even look at him, not expecting her to push him.
He could only try to control the wheelchair to get it. He was afraid of bumping into things, so he didn't dare to use too much force. He pushed the wheel gently, and as the wheel turned, he came to the place where the chopping board was placed. It seemed that it was not that difficult.
As he took the chopping board, a smile appeared on his face.
"Then I'll cut it." He looked at the round potatoes and didn't know how to start, but if he asked a few more questions, he was afraid he would be scolded again.
Based on my zero experience, I can play freely and cut it into whatever shape I want.
He hadn't exercised like this for a long time, and he was sweating a little. He felt a little tired, but he was happy in his heart.
Zhang Yunniang was busy with her own affairs, but her attention was actually still on that thing. Seeing that he no longer followed every instruction or action, she clapped her hands. It seemed that she didn't want to die for the time being.
"There aren't any side dishes, so please make do with what you have. In fact, if there are too many side dishes, the food will lose its flavor."
A bowl of steaming noodles was served to the table. Zhang Yunniang took the bowl and began to eat. Hand-rolled noodles with potatoes, simple yet delicious. In her previous life, when she ate rotating hot pot, the last dish was always hand-rolled noodles with potatoes.
Jun Qingmo looked at the noodles in the bowl. The potatoes in it were long, short, thick, and thin, and were steaming.
The servants who took care of him before were not attentive, and the food they brought was sometimes cold and the noodles were clumpy. Now, smelling the fresh noodles just out of the pot, he began to eat them with big mouthfuls.
The soup was a little sticky due to the potato starch, and the aroma of potatoes blended into the noodles. He couldn't help but move faster.
"Is it okay? Have another bowl?"
"Um."
"Then it's a deal. After we finish eating, I'll wash the pot and you'll wash the dishes and wipe the table."
"good."
After the meal, Zhang Yunniang put all the dishes and chopsticks on the table and left everything to her. She washed the pot, started to boil water, and did some cleaning. She still had a lot of work to do.
She looked at the person washing dishes over there and smiled.
The less you have, the more you care.
Previously, Jun Qingmo was a prince of the royal palace, and all affairs were taken care of by someone. He spent the whole day recuperating and doing nothing.
If this goes on for a long time, his mentality will change. He will feel that he has become a useless person who can do nothing, and slowly he will become a person who cannot take care of himself.
If some more gossip spread from the outside world, it would be a bigger blow to him. If his family had a conscience, the rich kid wouldn't be so destitute, but his family is a group of conscienceless people.
Therefore, the first step is to build his self-confidence. He is not a useless person, and he should have a sense of accomplishment.
Jun Qingmo noticed someone was looking at him, and followed the gaze.
"Yes, the dishes were washed very clean and the table was wiped clean."
Jun Qingmo smiled, a glint in his eyes. He was now thin and shapeless, and his demeanor was not as good as before, but the refined temperament formed by his past hard work was etched into his bones.
This was probably the essence of the young master's unparalleled demeanor. The face in my memory overlapped with the one before me. He was once so glorious, and one day, he would surely return to glory.
Zhang Yunniang thought, since she had taken over the original owner's body, she would repay the original owner and take care of him temporarily. Moreover, she really wanted to return to her old age of gardening and fishing.
Second Young Master, please do better!
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