Now that everyone knows Xu Dazhu's injury has improved, they no longer hide it and burst into laughter.
Xu Errui and Xiaoman lifted Xu Dazhu up to stand on either side.
Four years later, Xu Dazhu finally raised his field of vision again. Although his legs were weak and he relied entirely on the support of the two people on either side of him, he still stood up shakily.
As everyone knows, Xu Dazhu actually has no strength to stand up, let alone move.
But this scene delighted Nini. She looked up at Xu Dazhu, her eyes sparkling, and excitedly screamed, "Daddy is so tall! Daddy has gotten taller!"
It was the first time she had seen her father stand up.
Chunfeng tied a cloth strip to Xu Dazhu's leg, guiding him step by step forward.
Nini, like a little puppy, bounced around beside him, clapping her hands and shouting, "Daddy's walking! He's walking!"
In Qiaoyun's arms, Caixia excitedly babbled along with Nini, speaking in baby talk that no one could understand.
With these two children around, the joy that was originally filling the house couldn't be contained and spilled out through the crack in the door, attracting Peppa Pig, who was originally locked outside, to come and see what was going on. The iron bell kept ringing.
He didn't dare stand for too long the first time. Xu Dazhu "walked" around the room, taking only a dozen or so steps, before lying down again.
Although it was only a dozen steps, everyone, including Xu Errui and Xiaoman who were carrying the person, Chunfeng who was holding the leg, and the powerless Xu Dazhu, were all sweating profusely.
Grandma Xiaoman's eyes were full of love as she stroked Xu Dazhu's legs for a long time, refusing to let go, murmuring, "So good! So good!"
Grandpa Xiaoman sat quietly to the side, but his hands trembled so badly that he couldn't manage to put the tobacco leaves into the pipe.
After trying a few times, I felt my vision blurring again, so I had to put down my pipe and secretly wipe the corner of my eye with the corner of my clothes.
Xu Dazhu's face was flushed. He looked at Jiang Zhi beside him and said, "Thank you, Auntie. If it weren't for you... I... I would definitely be dead by now!"
If it weren't for Aunt Jiang, their family would have stayed in the village at the foot of the mountain, where they would have faced certain death when the rebel soldiers and refugees arrived.
If it weren't for Aunt Jiang, even if they had escaped up the mountain, without food or labor, they would have either died in the wildfire or starved to death when their food ran out.
Of course, he was the first to die.
Jiang Zhi smiled slightly: "Your survival is my greatest gratitude!"
For someone in the pharmaceutical industry, seeing someone on the verge of death gradually improve and regain their health brings a sense of accomplishment and honor that is priceless.
Every day Xu Dazhu lived was an unparalleled reward for Jiang Zhi.
From then on, Xu Errui and Xiaoman would support him every day, while Chunfeng would lead him around with a rope.
Nini was the biggest fan, and every day you could hear the unique high-pitched cheers of a child: "Daddy took ten steps!"
She can count now, but it's still within ten. If you say ten steps, that's a lot!
The twelfth lunar month at Laoyun Cliff arrives amidst this lively atmosphere.
There has been less rain, and frost started a few days ago. In the morning, all the bushes and grass were covered in white, and when you kicked them, they were frozen stiff and made a rustling sound.
The green vegetable leaves in the field looked like green jade, and the leaves were covered with a transparent jelly shell.
Whitehead cream
It was so cold that even though it wasn't snowing, all I could see were piles of frost.
A thick fog enveloped the entire mountain, making it impossible to distinguish east from west beyond five meters. This frosty fog would not dissipate until noon, and the sun would shine for a few hours before quickly setting back down the mountain.
The cold air cut like knives on her hands and face. Jiang Zhi hunched her shoulders, tucked her hands into her sleeves, and walked toward the edge of the terraced fields. Behind her, the sound of bells jingled.
Now, unless she's sleeping at home, whenever she goes out, Peppa Pig, relying on her thick fur and not being afraid of the cold, follows her everywhere.
The chickens stopped jumping around when they came out and instead timidly squatted on the branches, refusing to land.
Jiang Zhi led Peiqi to the entrance of the sweet potato cellar, lifted the thick straw curtain, and inside was Chunfeng packing sweet potatoes into baskets.
The two families stored their sweet potatoes together without dividing them up. Each family would take what they needed, and after accounting for the amount that could be eaten by humans, the rest ended up in the belly of the wild boar.
"Auntie, it's cold, you don't need to come out. I can do it myself." Chunfeng took off her headscarf, her face flushed in the warm cellar.
She's been smiling more and more lately.
Jiang Zhi squatted at the cellar entrance: "Hmm, I'm not coming in. Chunfeng, Qiaoyun and I made tofu today. Take a piece back with you to eat later."
The road was frozen solid, and she didn't want to go down the cliff.
This kind of hard-top slide is the easiest to fall on; that's how Xu Dazhu slipped and fell down the mountain.
I am forty years old now, and I can take advantage of my age to order young people around.
Chunfeng readily agreed: "Okay, Auntie, I stewed a pig's head today, I'll bring you a bowl later."
Jiang Zhi laughed heartily: "I traded a piece of tofu for a bowl of meat, I made a profit!"
Chunfeng said angrily, "Auntie, even if we gave you a whole pot of pig's head meat, our whole family would be happy."
Xiaoman's family was extremely grateful to Jiang Zhi, and they would always agree to give her anything she asked.
Jiang Zhi didn't want anything.
At noon, the sun finally broke through the clouds and shone its rays on the earth. The frost had dissipated, and the land was once again covered in lush greenery.
Jiang Zhi sat in a sheltered spot in the courtyard, basking in the warm winter sun with her eyes closed.
The little wild boar at my feet was also sunbathing, and it was even dozing off in the grass it had dragged out itself, looking very peaceful.
Qiaoyun was visiting neighbors at the foot of the cliff, carrying her child.
She, along with Chunfeng, Errui, Xiaoman, and Xu Dazhu, were learning to read.
Having learned dozens of characters from the names of medicinal herbs, Jiang Zhi later bought a children's primer, the "Thousand Character Classic," in the county town. So, taking advantage of the fact that there was little farm work and nowhere to go visiting, a few young people got together and learned the classic by guessing and recognizing characters.
I only just found out that Master Xiaoman and Xu Dazhu actually attended a private school for a few days.
Although I had almost forgotten everything, having this illustrated primer in my hand brought back my memories, and I was able to recognize a few of them.
So, the group sat around the fire, roasting sweet potatoes and chatting as they learned to read. Jiang Zhi didn't join in the fun, worried that she might end up recognizing too many characters and seem too outrageous.
The sun made people feel lazy, and Jiang Zhi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. In a daze, she heard the sound of reading again:
"As the flames of war spread, people were displaced and many refugees died in the wind and rain on the road. This time, the two armies clashed at Fengjiabao."
This fortress was fortified layer by layer by the imperial court to contain the new army of Prince Zhou. Three fortifications were built, consisting of high walls and deep moats, leading to a stalemate in the battle.
"The imperial army, relying on their strong armor and thick shields, thought they could delay the rebel army of Prince Zhou until this time, but suddenly a change occurred in the fortress."
A small detachment of rebel soldiers had somehow entered and set fire to the military rations, causing chaos in the fortress. Zhou Wang's new army took advantage of the situation to attack the city.
Fengjiabao, which had been locked in a stalemate for months, was immediately plunged into a desperate situation and had no choice but to retreat.
Some say that the squad was led by General Chu's son and his personal guards, who risked their lives to achieve a great feat.
Some say it was a young soldier who led a group of men in disguise into the city, and now they have all died under a hail of arrows..."
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