Chapter 143: More effort, less action
After he returned to his room last night, he didn't dare to move and felt pain. He could still smell the strong aroma of garlic at the tip of his nose.
I dreamed in the middle of the night that I was eating garlic-flavored pig's trotters. When I woke up, I found that several fingers on my left hand had been bitten by him and were wet.
His saliva almost flowed onto the linen cloth wrapped around the wound. He was so scared that he dared not fall asleep anymore. He sat on pins and needles until dawn, and then waited at Sangyu's door.
The sudden voice startled Sang Yu, but fortunately she recognized it as Sang Xingjia's voice. When she turned around, she saw him with his hands raised high, like a zombie in a movie.
"Come, let me open it for you and see how the wound is healing." She also wanted to know whether the wound was infected or inflamed, and how effective the garlic juice was.
The linen was removed, revealing the wound inside. The garlic juice applied last night had evaporated completely, leaving only a few blisters on the palm of the hand.
There is no sign of redness, swelling or suppuration at the edge, the blister skin feels dry, and the recovery is quite good.
Sang Yu nodded with satisfaction and wrapped the sackcloth back on him. "It's recovering well. It will be fully healed in three to five days. Remember not to rub it on a daily basis."
"Ah?" Sang Xingjia's face was full of displeasure. He thought he could take off the sackcloth today, but it actually took so long.
"Ah, what? Be good and listen to me. When I go out later, I'll see if the medicine seller is there. I'll buy you some and apply it on your wound. It will heal faster."
Sang Yu wanted to go last night, but it was already past the usual gong time, and she was afraid of making a wasted trip, so she thought of a way to deal with it herself.
The old man is not a good person, but the medicine he sells is quite effective.
The last time Xie Qiujin's shoulder was injured like that, after applying a bottle of medicine, the scab formed and it healed quickly. It was just right to buy another bottle in case of emergency.
Sang Xingjia keenly caught the key words in her words and asked with a frown, "You're going out? Shouldn't I go with you?"
"Your hand is injured like this and you still want to go out?"
Sang Yu glared at him, and he immediately wilted and muttered softly: "I want to help too."
He knew that Sang Yu had gone out today for no other reason than to pick reed flowers. More people meant more strength, and even if he couldn't pick any, he could still act as a mule and carry some things back.
"Is it okay if I just carry the things and don't do anything after I go there?"
Sang Yu thought about helping to carry things, and it seemed that it was not impossible.
She still remembered that there were still many yams in the forest that had not been dug out. Now that the house was built and there was a cellar, the dug yams could be preserved for a long time in the cellar.
"Well... okay then, more effort and less hands."
The other people in the family got up one after another, and after breakfast, Xie Qiujin and Mrs. Shi continued to busy themselves with making bedding.
They are very quick and worked together to almost finish one set yesterday. I think they can probably finish two more sets today.
Sang Yu tried to sew two stitches, but was immediately pushed aside by Xie Qiujin and her right to use needle and thread was taken away on the spot.
She was a little unconvinced at first. When she was a child, she also made clothes for Barbie dolls. The stitches might not look very good, but they were definitely sturdy.
As a result, Xie Qiujin asked her to stand beside him and watch him sew. Stitch after stitch fell rapidly, shuttling through the linen. The stitches left behind were fine and smooth, no less than those sewn by sewing machines in later generations.
Sang Yu immediately covered her face in shame and ran away. She decided not to show off her cooking skills in front of her mother and grandmother.
Originally, Sang Yu planned to wait until the sun rose higher before picking the cattail flowers. After all, it was too early to go, and the dew was still clinging to them. Not only would they be heavy when picked, but it would also take more time to dry them in the sun, which was not worth it.
But now you can go earlier, dig some yam and bring it back. It would be great to stew some yam and chicken soup to warm your stomach in winter.
Carrying a bamboo basket and a bag, Sang Yu led the father and son out. Occasionally, on the road, they could see people carrying things and leaving early, either going to work in the city or to sell things at the market.
They wanted to say hello to the person and make themselves acquainted, but seeing that the other person was in a hurry, it was difficult to stop him, so they seemed a little at a loss for a moment.
Looking at the two sullen people beside him who were looking up at the sky and the ground but not daring to look at anyone else, Sang Yu sighed softly: "Oh, let's go."
There is still a long way to go, and there will always be opportunities to interact with neighbors in the future. There is no need to rush.
After hearing her words, the father and son breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned, and even their steps became lighter.
Neither of them was a socially awkward person, but for different reasons.
Like Sang Yongjing, he has always been used to being flattered and is not stingy with wine, meat and money. Most of his friends are of lower status than him, and they are either after money or to have some connection with Sang Yongfeng.
Now, if he is asked to lower his status and take the initiative to talk to others, it will be difficult for him to overcome the hurdle in his heart.
As for Sang Xingjia, even though he seems to be talking and laughing like a normal person at home now, he used to be a notorious taciturn person who couldn't say a word for a long time.
Instead of letting them socialize, it would be more convenient to give them paper and pen and let them become pen pals with others.
After leaving the canyon and arriving at the market, Sang Yu scanned the stalls on both sides one by one and quickly found his target - the stall selling medicine.
Behind the stall, the goateed stall owner sat on a small stool, lazily basking in the sun.
It was too early at this time, and everyone passing by was busy working. Even if they wanted to buy medicine, they would come after work in the evening, so he was always free.
But today was a little different. A clear female voice came from the stall: "Do you still have the medicine I bought last time? Give me some."
The voice sounded familiar. He raised his hand to block the glaring light and tilted his head slightly to look at the person who came.
"Have you used up all the medicine from last time?" He had a good memory and recognized Sang Yu as the girl who bargained with him last time.
"Well, after I've used up all the money, I'm here to take care of your business again. You have to give me a discount this time." There was a hint of smile in Sang Yu's voice, and she was joking with him.
The man with the goatee heard the implication in her words and replied with a smile, "That's really not possible. It's not that I don't want to make it convenient for you, but the cost is too high. It can't be cheap."
"Come on, I don't know how much flour you put into those medicines; the writing on the bottom of the jar has worn off. Give me the best you can get. Here, four cents for it."
Sang Yu was not the type to stay here and chat with him about random things, so she simply got straight to the point and took out four cents and put them on the stall.
"Eh..." Goatbeard was about to say something, but when he met Sang Yu's confident eyes, he suddenly wilted.
Reluctantly, he picked up a package of medicine powder and handed it to her, not forgetting to remind her: "Next time, don't calculate it at four cents. It's really not profitable."
Sang Yu ignored him, took the powder and turned to leave. Even if it was only four cents, he would still make some money, it was just a matter of how much he made.
If she hadn't been busy, she would have bargained the price down to three cents today to see if he could make any money.
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