The summer rice flowers are awakened by the bitterness.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the culprit - a young girl with black hair like clouds, twin buns, and a fair and clean oval face.
The girl has gentle eyebrows and delicate features, and looks inexplicably familiar.
However, this guy was holding a large coarse porcelain bowl with a chip on it, frowning slightly with a worried look on his face, and feeding himself Chinese medicine one spoonful at a time!
After taking a look at the medicinal soup in the large coarse porcelain bowl, which was as black as ink, Xia Daohua decisively closed her mouth and refused to drink it.
The girl saw Xia Daohua open her eyes, but turned her head away and kept her mouth shut, acting evasive. With a bang, she dropped the bowl on the table, stood up, turned around, and shouted towards the door:
"Dad! Mom! Grandpa! Grandma! Daohua is awake!"
The voice was so clear and loud that Xia Daohua shuddered in her heart - this young lady seemed to have a hot temper!
Unexpectedly, the hot-tempered young lady did not raise her fist, but turned around with a cheerful look on her face, repeatedly expressing her concern for Xia Daohua:
"Daohua, does your head still hurt? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
When Xia Daohua heard these questions, she didn't have time to think before the thick old cotton door curtain was lifted up. A group of people rushed in, striding towards her, bringing with them a gust of cold wind.
The leader was a middle-aged man, tall and strong, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking very honest.
The one who was one step behind him was a middle-aged woman with gentle features and fair skin.
Two half-grown children, one tall and one short, followed closely beside the woman. One had two small pigtails, and the other had no hair yet.
Behind them was a square-faced old man and a round-faced old lady who looked like a couple.
At the end, a middle-aged woman with narrow eyes, high cheekbones, thin lips, a slender figure, and a somewhat mean-looking face followed in.
Everyone wore thick cotton-padded jackets and trousers, over which lay blue coarse-linen shirts and trousers, with loose sleeves and baggy trouser legs, all immaculately dressed. It was a pity that they all bore patches of varying sizes, and the colors of the patches were not uniform.
Both men and women wore their hair in buns. The men wore plain cotton scarves, while the women wore carved mahogany hairpins. At first glance, it looked like the crew of a period drama, with realistic costumes and makeup.
Xia Daohua opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she was drowned by a long list of questions:
"Daohua, are you awake?"
"Daohua, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any discomfort?"
"Daohua, does your head still hurt? Do you remember how you got hurt?"
"Daohua, I left half a candy ball for you. I'll give it to you after you finish your medicine!"
"Rice flowers..."
Amidst this flurry of excited and concerned voices, a discordant, sharp voice suddenly rang out:
"Oh, look at us, Daohua, she just fell down and got a cut on her head, and now she's become a rich lady!
The white silver flowed out like water, but in exchange they received a few bowls of bitter medicine soup, and the family didn't even blink an eye!
Poor Erlang, he's almost nineteen years old and still doesn't have enough money to marry a wife!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room fell silent instantly.
The round-faced old lady stretched her face and angrily scolded in a deep voice:
"The second son's son, he can't talk, so he just bites some grass roots and squints his eyes, and goes wherever it's cool!
If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!
Daohua is your niece! Could it be that you are so cruel that you would just watch Daohua bleed from the back of her head just to find a wife for Erlang?"
The mean-looking woman was very dissatisfied when she heard this and retorted angrily:
"How can we peasants be so delicate? If a child gets a bump, don't we just smear some wood ash on him to stop the bleeding and that's it?!
"How could a rice flower be as precious as ours? It was just a scratch on the edge of a well, and yet they sent it to Puji Hall! How could a peasant like us, who dig for food in the dirt, go to such a place?"
The round-faced old lady's face has not only become longer, but also darker:
“Daohua had used wood ash before, but the blood still kept flowing out, and there was no way to stop it.
When he arrived at Puji Hall, Doctor Wang gave him two injections, and the bleeding stopped! After only three days of taking the medicine, he woke up!
The rice flowers are fine now, but you are making a fuss?
What? Daohua saved your life, but you don’t feel good about it? Since you’re so worried about the money, why don’t you go find Doctor Wang and get it back! If you have the guts, go! Go! Go! Go now!
As the round-faced old lady spoke, she pushed the mean-looking woman twice.
The woman was pushed back repeatedly, but she didn't dare to fight back, let alone really go to find Doctor Wang. Her voice couldn't help but lower a few notes, but she didn't stop complaining:
"Mom, what are you talking about? Daohua is my niece after all, how can I not feel sorry for her? But as an old woman, you have to treat everyone equally, right? Huh?
My eldest brother and his wife's family live in town, enjoying the best of life, so I won't say anything. It's because our Dalang is such a learned man. If our Xia family wants to improve its reputation and bring honor to its ancestors, we have to rely on Dalang to study hard, become the top scholar in the imperial examination, and become a high-ranking official.
My father has told me these truths many times. I understand them very well and I am convinced of them.
Dalang hugs his warm and plump wife every day, and their baby is almost born! But our Erlang is all alone, having been single for so many years!
I endured all of this.
After all, our Erlang can't read and his life is just digging in the dirt. Naturally, he dare not compare with a literary star like Dalang.
But our Erlang, our Erlang, he is also the grandson of our Xia family!
Our Erlang is not as good as Dalang, so can't he even compare to a little girl like Daohua?
Although Daohua is a good child, she is still a girl after all.
I have to say something unpleasant, but our Xia family has so many daughters, and we don't need her alone. Look at my fourth brother's family alone, they already have three daughters!
The money spent on Daohua's medical treatment alone is enough to find Erlang a wife!
As the second aunt, it’s not that I don’t want to treat Daohua’s illness, but I really can’t swallow this humiliation!
Why is it that you can afford to pay for Daohua's medical treatment, but you can't afford to pay for finding a wife for Erlang? In our surrounding villages, who among the young men of Erlang's age hasn't found a wife yet?
As "Lao Erjia" spoke, his voice became louder, making everyone's ears buzz.
Xia Daohua had a dazed and confused look on her face, and was completely stunned.
She just had a drink with her friends last night. Even though she drank a little too much, it wasn't enough to cause her to travel through time!
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