Chapter 72 My Father's Surname is Shen, and His Taboo is Wen Fu
Sang Xingjia felt a little sorry, so he patted her back and comforted her, "Little sister, I know you have good intentions, but..."
He didn't finish the rest of the words, but Sang Yu understood that they really couldn't afford to support this kindness now.
If she had wanted to buy slaves back in the capital, Sang Xingjia would have agreed without blinking an eye. It was just a matter of raising more servants, something the Sang family could easily afford.
But now... Alas, how long does it take for my family to have a full meal, not to mention that we have to spend five hundred coins to buy someone. My family simply can't afford so much money.
Sang Yu had thought about these things and could understand them, but she had not imagined that the hope of slaves gaining freedom would be so slim, which made her sigh.
The two men sighed not far from the pharmacy door. In addition, Sang Xingjia was using crutches, so the other injured patients queuing at the door couldn't help but look at them with a bit of pity.
Such a young guy, but his legs are disabled. What a pity.
As more and more sympathetic glances were cast towards the two of them, and seeing that some people were too heartless to come over and offer them some bread and food, Sang Xingjia understood what the other person meant, and his face instantly turned red from his neck.
He quickly lowered his head and pulled Sang Yu out. Only after they walked a long way did he dare to raise his head again.
I shouldn't have talked about these things with my younger sister at the door. I don't know what kind of story those people made of me.
When he turned around, he saw Sang Yu eating a golden pancake in her hand. He was stunned: "Little sister, where did you get this pancake?"
He didn't remember that Sang Yu had a cake in her hand just now.
Sang Yu generously broke off half and handed it to him, chewing it and saying, "An auntie just gave it to me. It's quite delicious when chewed. Big brother, you should try it too."
Although I don't know why he suddenly stuffed a cake into her mouth, it tasted pretty good.
"...Next time, don't accept things of unknown origin like this." He walked a little slowly just now because his leg injury had not healed yet.
After the acupuncture and the time spent going back and forth, it was already noon when the two returned to the shed.
Seeing them come back, Mrs. Shi, who had originally planned to have a quick meal, quickly grabbed two more handfuls of vegetables and put them into the pot.
"How did the doctor treat Jiaer's leg?" she asked.
"The doctor said there were no broken bones. Two more acupuncture sessions and some medicine will make you well again."
Sang Xingjia did not tell the doctor what he had said about going too late and otherwise he would have recovered earlier. There was no need to regret what had already happened.
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Shi's heart, which had been lifted up, finally settled down peacefully.
She had always been very fond of her grandson, but ever since he injured his leg, she had been worried that he would be lame for life.
Sang Yu took the spoon from her grandmother's hand and continued to stir the soup in the pot. She asked casually, "Are mom and dad not back yet?"
Didn't they say they'd go to the canyon, hire the diggers, and then come back to continue moving bamboo? Why haven't they returned yet?
"No, I don't know if something delayed me."
Old Mrs. Shi was also very worried. If they hadn't come back just now, she would have planned to take Sang Xinghao over to check it out after dinner.
Sang Yu frowned and said, "Then I'll go over and take a look after dinner."
They have paid protection fees, so it is unlikely that something will happen to them in the canyon. Most likely, they encountered something and had to stay there and not come back, so there is no need to worry too much.
It is indeed inconvenient not to have a mobile phone, and communication is very difficult.
After sitting for a while to digest the meal, Sang Yu took half a bag of rice seeds and slowly walked towards the canyon.
She kept saying she wanted to shell the rice and make some rice, but she never remembered to bring any. No matter what happened today, she would have delicious rice to eat in the evening.
After dinner, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the hot sunlight was pouring down on the ground as if it was free.
The originally noisy and busy hilltop finally had a moment of silence. The supervisors took a nap in the cool pavilion, and the woodcutters sat under the shade of the trees to rest.
As Sang Yu walked through the market, the number of vendors setting up stalls on both sides dropped sharply, leaving only a few stalls that had been selling things all year round.
From a distance, she saw Chen Yingshu huddled in the shadow cast by the oil tank, reading, but his back was still straight.
Without intending to greet him, she walked past him without even looking at him, but was noticed by him when he happened to look up.
When Chen Yingshu saw her, he quickly called out, "Hey, Miss Sang!"
...You'd better be busy.
Sang Yu rolled her eyes, but when she turned around, there was a smile on her face.
She exclaimed as if she had just seen him: "Hey, Mr. Shen, why are you here? What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes, there is something. Your parents came here this morning to ask someone to help dig a hole. Did you know about this?" Chen Yingshu asked.
"I know. It was because they didn't go back that I came here to look for them..." Sang Yu suddenly realized halfway through his words: "But what happened?"
Chen Yingshu smiled faintly: "It's not a big deal. A few scoundrels in the village heard that they needed someone to do something, so they insisted on coming up and saying that they could do the same work for only half the price."
"Your parents didn't know their origins and were fooled into believing them. As soon as they gave the money to the people over there, they dug a few times with their shovels and left, and then the commotion started."
Anyone who can be called a scoundrel by him is certainly not someone who is easy to deal with.
Those five guys were notorious bastards in the village. They relied on their thick skin to get by. Today they would go to Zhang's house to beg for a meal, and tomorrow they would go to Li's house to steal some vegetables.
For these worthless things, the villagers really couldn't bear to do anything to them, so they just let them be.
However, they did not expect that their minds had become more and more outrageous, and now they dared to do such extortionate business.
After hearing what he said, Sang Yu immediately became anxious, fearing that something might happen to her parents.
But she soon realized that Chen Yingshu would not stop her and say these words to her for no reason.
Since he can say this calmly now, it should mean that the matter has been resolved.
She thought it through, but her face still showed anxiety: "What about my parents? Are they not hurt?"
Chen Yingshu was very satisfied with her attitude. After a while, he continued, "Of course, my uncle and aunt will be fine. As soon as the quarrel started, someone went to inform my father. He led people over, and the gang of scoundrels immediately returned the money."
"Your father? I wonder who your uncle is?" Sang Yu already had a guess in his mind.
The last time she and Shen Yingshu went into the village to look for Xiaohu, she saw him enter a yard with a bamboo fence. Coincidentally, the yard where she went to pay the protection fee last time was also a bamboo fence.
Speaking of his father, Shen Yingshu's face was filled with pride: "My father's surname is Shen Wenfu, and he is the village chief of Qingxi Village."
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