"good……"
Lan Zhi took the bowl with both hands, lifted it up and put it to her lips.
Zhu Tong looked at her with sparkling eyes.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Lan Zhi couldn't drink at all. After all, she had no worries about food and clothing and never lacked sweet snacks. However, Zhu Tong seemed to be very interested in this bowl of sugar water.
Lan Zhi handed her the bowl and said, "Sister, this bowl of water is for you to drink. I suddenly remembered that I am a patient now, and drinking sweet things will easily cause phlegm."
Zhu Tong swallowed and said, "It should be fine if you drink a little. It tastes sweet."
Lan Zhi shook her head and pretended to turn her head away and coughed twice.
"I finally got this candy..." Zhu Tong felt lost and guilty. In her memory, her brother and she had always lived a hard life. They had only eaten a few sweets since they were young. She was such an incompetent sister.
"Sister, drink it while it's hot." Lan Zhi brought the bowl to Zhu Tong's mouth with both hands, "Don't waste it."
"you……"
Zhu Tong's words were stuck in her throat. She was afraid that the sugar water would spill, so she could only catch the bowl herself and take a sip carefully.
The sweetness soaked into his taste buds, and Zhu Tong narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He was about to continue drinking, but suddenly seemed to think of something. He put the bowl aside and said, "I'll save the rest for you. When you recover, you can drink it."
Lan Zhi: “…”
Although it was only half a bowl of sugar water, Zhu Tong's attitude made Lan Zhi feel that this bowl of water was precious and heavy.
Lan Zhi sighed, feeling a little touched. She said, "We can't leave this thing here, or it will go bad."
"Is it okay to leave it for two or three days?" Zhu Tong looked hesitant.
"Something's wrong." Lan Zhi said firmly.
Zhu Tong then picked up the bowl again and drank the sugar water in small sips. The expression on her face was very conflicted, with both pain and happiness. Pain came from the fact that she drank the whole bowl of sugar water by herself and her brother didn't get a single sip. But happiness came from the fact that the sugar water tasted really good.
Zhu Tong finished drinking half a bowl of sugar water, poured boiled water into it, rinsed the bowl, and drank it all, making sure not to waste any sugar.
Lan Zhi never thought that her life would be so tight. She looked at the food reserves at home and found that there was only a thin layer of rice left in the rice jar, which was not enough for one person to eat.
"Don't worry, Tianmiao, I won't let you starve." Zhu Tong promised. She took out the needle and thread from the straw basket and started to sew the soles of shoes.
In Zhu Tong's memory, she has always made money in this way, but there is a certain gap between memory and reality. In her memory, Zhu Tong is very skilled at sewing shoe soles, but in reality, she pricked three fingers in a row not long after she picked up the needle.
it hurts……
Zhu Tong was stunned and asked in confusion, "Could it be that because I ate something sweet today and was too happy, my skills have declined?"
Lan Zhi also remembered the image of her sister sewing shoe soles. She had been amazed at the time. How could a beast like this possibly sew? Now it seemed she had been overthinking it. Zhu Tong's needlework skills were terrible. After a while, she had already pricked all the remaining fingers, leaving none of them untouched.
The most pitiful one was the little finger. Perhaps because the wound was pierced too deeply, a bright red bead of blood quickly oozed out from the fingertip.
Lan Zhi said helplessly: "Sister, please don't sew today."
"How can that be?" Zhu Tong was still planning to take the sewn soles to the village chief's house to get copper coins. Only with copper coins could she buy food and not go hungry.
"Let me do it, you go and rest aside." Lan Zhi snatched the thing from her hand.
"Hiss..." Zhu Tong's wound was touched. He took a breath and whispered, "It hurts."
Lan Zhi put the things aside, grabbed her fingers, blew on them, and said, "Sister, is this better?"
Zhu Tong thought: No.
Then I thought, it seems that when I blew air, the pain did ease a little bit?
But no matter what, this was Tian Miao's intention, so Zhu Tong raised a warm arc at the corner of his mouth and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Zhu Tong really enjoyed the feeling of being cared for. She didn't know why, but even though she had many memories of living with her brother, she felt a deep sense of loneliness in her heart, as if she had no family or friends. It wasn't until this moment, when she felt the care from "Zhu Tianmiao," that she finally felt a sense of empathy and truly realized that she had a brother, and wasn't alone.
Lan Zhi carefully wiped the blood off her sister's fingertips, but the blood soon seeped out again.
Lan Zhi hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, and took Zhutong's finger into her mouth.
Zhu Tong was shocked. She stared at Lan Zhi with wide eyes, forgetting to pull her hand back. "You...what are you doing?"
"Stop the bleeding." Lan Zhi replied vaguely, her fingers resting on Zhu Tong's pulse. She didn't know whether the ferocious beast's body structure was the same as that of humans. Lan Zhi could only feel that Zhu Tong was in good health by taking the pulse. She couldn't feel any other information, but after tasting a little of Zhu Tong's blood, she felt that there seemed to be a faint vitality flowing in the body of this ferocious beast.
So this is what the blood of a ferocious beast tastes like...
Lan Zhi opened her mouth.
Zhu Tong suddenly retracted her hand, and the fingertips seemed to still feel the warm and soft touch. She looked down and found that her fingers were indeed no longer bleeding. The fingertips were moist, and the wind brought a cool breeze.
Lan Zhi ignored Zhu Tong's reaction. She had already started sewing the soles of the shoes. It was a time-consuming and laborious job that required not only a thimble but also other auxiliary tools.
Zhu Tong looked at her fingers, not knowing what she was thinking. When she came to her senses and was about to take the needle and thread, she found that everything was in her brother's hands.
"Tian Miao, you...how could you do this?"
Lan Zhi didn't even raise her head. "I learned it after watching you do it many times."
Zhu Tong was still very surprised, but she had to admit that her brother was much faster at sewing shoe soles than she was, and he never pricked his fingers once. Zhu Tong even admired herself for being able to prick all ten fingers. She blushed a little, "Tian Miao, please move aside, let me do it..."
Lan Zhi said: "Goodbye, your finger is not healed yet."
Zhu Tong said: "But you are a man, how can a man do this..."
"What's wrong with men?" Lan Zhi asked back. The stitches on the soles of the shoes she made were fine and neat, and her movements were much more skillful than Zhu Tong's. "Leave the money-making to me from now on."
Zhu Tong said: "How can this be possible? You are only fifteen years old, still a child!"
Lan Zhi said: "I'm not a child anymore, and you're not much older than me."
Speaking of age, Zhu Tong fell silent, because in Chihu Village, girls should get married at the age of fifteen, but she is twenty-one this year and still not married.
Everyone in Chihu Village has no spiritual power, just like the ordinary mortal world, so men and women get married relatively early. Unlike the cultivation world, it is normal for women to not find a partner for decades or even hundreds of years.
Zhu Tong reached out and brushed her long lake green hair, and said in a low voice: "I am an outlier... No one wants to marry me."
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