For example, in front of the window, several figures passed by. The window only has one piece of glass, and the rest is covered with plastic paper, so it is easy to see the figures swaying back and forth.
"what are you doing here?"
Aunt Zhou's unhappy voice was heard outside.
"I've already said that we rescued the child. When she gets better, she'll go home. How could she possibly marry you? If you want a wife, go find one yourself. Don't you see how old you are? Why are you still harming a young girl?"
I don’t know what that person said. Aunt Zhou’s voice became farther away, but Liu Liang still heard it.
"I pity you, but I'm not your mother. Why should I pity you? It's not my fault that you can't find a wife. Even if you marry a dog in the future, don't even think about that child."
"We will save people to the end, and we will send the Buddha to the west. We rescued people and brought them back, not to cause trouble with you old bachelors."
The sound became farther and farther away, and the last thing Liu Liang heard was the door slamming shut.
Liu Jing finally opened her eyes. She took out a bottle of water, poured some medicine on her hands, swallowed it, and then lay down flat on her back. She still felt a dull pain in her legs.
Can't move, absolutely can't move.
Not long after, the door outside opened and Zhou Ying walked in with a bowl in her hand.
"Sister Zhou, I've brought you food."
Liu Jing sat up carefully, and was careful not to move her leg. Although her leg had been fixed, it was still very painful if she moved it slightly.
She hated the lack of information here, otherwise she wouldn't have suffered so much here.
She had broken bones, but she didn't even need to be hospitalized or have a wheelchair. She ate, drank, defecated, and urinated on a bed like this. No, to be precise, it was a brick bed. She was almost disabled.
Zhou Ying put the food aside, then picked up a small table from the ground and placed it on the earthen kang. Then he brought all the bowls up, a bowl of white rice porridge, a plate of pickles, and two steamed buns he made himself. The flour was not very white, but it tasted like pure flour, which was completely different from the refined flour that Liu Liang bought outside.
This is flour made from wheat grown by the villagers themselves, so it tastes a little different from other flours. Although it is not as white and fine, Liu Liang thinks it tastes even better.
"Are there many people in your village who don't have wives?"
Liu Liang took a bite of steamed bun and asked Zhou Ying how much women were needed in this village, as even a lame middle-aged woman like her was not spared.
Zhou Ying was also eating a steamed bun with some pickled vegetables he had made in it. This is how most people here eat.
Zhou Ying was counting while biting a steamed bun, and from time to time he was muttering people's names, such as Zhou Short Legs, Zhang Ergou, Li Big Head and other local names.
"There are more than twenty."
Zhou Ying finally finished counting the last one, all of whom were those in our village who had not yet married.
"Why can't I marry her?"
Liu Jing took a sip of porridge and put it down again. She touched the bowl and thought to herself that it would be better not to drink too much. Just drink half a bowl. Although she really wanted to drink it, the porridge was very fragrant and the rice oil was boiled out, but she was lying here unable to move. If she kept wanting to go to the toilet, it would be a bother to others.
So, she would save as much trouble as possible, for the sake of others and herself.
Zhou Ying also drank a big mouthful of porridge happily, and said vaguely that the village was too poor and most families were unwilling to marry their daughters to our village. My grandmother also said that she would let my parents take me away in the future. She said that the development of big cities was beyond our imagination. She and my grandfather could not get out of this mountain, but she didn't want me to be buried in this mountain for the rest of my life.
"Sister Liu, what's going on in the outside world?"
She hasn't seen her parents for a long time. Now she has almost forgotten what they look like. Of course, she has no idea what the outside world is like.
The farthest place she had been to was the small town at the foot of the mountain. In her opinion, the life in the town outside the village was completely different from that in the village. So what was life like outside the mountains and outside the town?
"There are jackals in the mountains, and there are jackals outside as well."
Liu Liang took another bite of the steamed bun, her brows slightly dimmed.
"Ah!" Zhou Ying quickly covered his mouth. "Are there wolves outside too?"
"Yes," Liu Liang nodded, "There are many, and they can still be fatal, but..."
She reached out and touched Zhou Ying's soft hair. The child's hair was dry and yellow, and she really was a yellow-haired girl.
"If you have the chance, you'd better leave this mountain. The world outside the mountain is much more exciting than inside. As long as you have hands and feet, you won't starve."
"Besides, I'm still here. If you really want to leave, I'll take you out."
Liu Liang remembered the life-saving favor in her heart. If the child wanted to go out, she would be responsible and let her go to school. She could then take the college entrance examination. Even if she failed, it didn't matter. It would be easy to find her an easy job.
Zhou Ying's eyes lit up and he smiled innocently again.
Children in the mountains are all like this. They have never seen the world, but they are simple and honest.
After finishing the meal, Zhou Ying took the bowl away. Liu Jing tried to move her legs, but the pain still reached her bones, and she broke out in a sweat.
The broken leg has only been healed for three days, and there is no way it can heal. With such a leg injury, I'm afraid I won't be able to move much for a month or two.
After a while, Aunt Zhou came over.
"Aunt," Liu Liang put the book in her hand aside, and Aunt Zhou did not doubt anything when she saw this. She probably thought that this was brought by Zhou Ying. Although the village was poor, there were many books. However, most people were illiterate, especially people of their generation. Nine out of ten could not even write their own names.
When books come to them, they can only be used as fire starter paper.
Aunt Zhou sat down.
"Are you really going to move out?"
The worry on Aunt Zhou's face was not fake.
Liu Jing was indeed not suitable to go out in her current state, but she insisted because she really had no other choice.
"Well, if there's a suitable place, I'd like to move out. After all, I'll be staying here for another month, so I'm afraid it would be a bother for you."
No trouble, no trouble.
Aunt Zhou waved her hands quickly, "It's just a matter of an extra pair of chopsticks. Since our family saved you, there's no way we can skip your meals. Even though we don't have much good food at home, as long as we have something to eat, you won't starve."
"I know."
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