Chapter 13, Fundraising



But after listening to the young husband's report, the Song Jinxiu sisters had just cleaned up the dishes when the white-haired old husband Li came over.

He looked at Song Chunsheng's legs raised on the stool and asked amiably, "How does it feel when you raise your legs?"

"Feel?"

Song Chunsheng thought for a moment and said, "After lifting it higher, my legs are not so swollen anymore. I feel much more comfortable."

Mr. Li nodded. "Well, that's a good idea."

He turned around and told the young doctor following behind him, "Let the patient whose leg was injured by the horse also lift his leg like this."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

The young man turned around and took two steps, then stopped and turned to ask Mr. Li: "Grandpa, should we also lift the one with the broken arm?"

"Lift it up. Find two benches and let him lift his arms up as well."

After listening to so much, Song Jinxiu finally understood what the father and son meant.

It seems that the doctors here don't know that elevating the injured limb is beneficial to treatment and recovery.

Hearing them talking about getting two stools for patients with injured arms, Song Jinxiu couldn't help but interrupt:

"If your arm is injured, just use a piece of cloth to make a bandage and hang it around your neck. There's no need to get a few stools. Also, be careful about how high it is. It's not good to raise it too high."

She demonstrated as she spoke.

Old Mrs. Li looked at her gently and nodded, then said to the young wife, "The young lady's suggestion is very good, you go."

After seeing off the two wives, Song Jinxiu wanted to boil water for her younger brother to wash his hair.

Just then, Song Fuquan and the village head grandfather arrived.

The two looked very serious. The village head looked at Song Jinxiu and asked repeatedly, "Sanya, where is your brother? Was his leg really sawed off? Is he okay? Ah? Did he wake up?"

"Grandpa Lizheng, why are you here? My brother is in his room, please come in and talk."

Song Jinxiu quickly asked the village head and Song Fuquan to come into the house.

The head of the village walked into the house.

Song Chunsheng was lying on the bed resting. When he heard the sound, he tried to sit up.

The village head stepped forward and held him down.

"Don't move, don't move, just lie down. Your leg... eh? Your leg hasn't been sawed off?"

Song Chunsheng said quickly: "No, the doctor said there is no need to saw it. Grandpa Lizheng, look, the swelling in my leg has gone down."

"Ah? Oh, the swelling has gone down? Good, good, that's great. At least I don't have to saw off my leg." The head of the village sighed repeatedly.

Song Jinfang brought a stool over and said, "Grandpa Lizhang, please sit down."

The village head sat down and sighed, "Oh, Fuquan came home yesterday and told me about it. I was so worried. If your child's leg is really sawed off, what will you do in the future?"

Song Fuquan said, "My grandfather was so worried that he didn't sleep all night."

The Song siblings' faces were filled with gratitude and guilt.

The head of the village said, "How can I sleep? Saw off a leg is no small matter. Didn't a young man in Shuiliu Village saw off a person's leg and kill him? I'm scared just thinking about it."

Song Fuquan added: "My grandfather got up early in the morning and rang the gong, asking the people in our village to collect money for you."

The head of the village said, "Well, I think that although it is dangerous to saw off the legs, people won't let you do it if you don't have money. You kids are so poor that even if you pawn them for 10 taels of silver, it's still far from enough."

Song Jinxiu couldn't help but glance at Song Fuquan. This guy really thought she was a fool!

Song Fuquan felt embarrassed by being looked at, and hurriedly explained: "I only told my grandfather, and I didn't tell anyone else. Don't worry, your grandma and the others won't know that you secretly hid the hairpin."

The village head glanced at Song Jinxiu and said, "Don't be afraid, Sanya. Even if they knew, I don't think they would dare to ask you for it."

Song Fuquan said hurriedly, "That's right. They are your grandma and dad. The whole village has chipped in money. Those who didn't have money even gave two eggs. But your grandma and dad didn't have a penny. How can I have the nerve to ask you for money again?"

Song Jinxiu was speechless, this father was really cruel, even a tiger would not eat its own cubs, he was worse than an animal.

Song Chunsheng sneered, "Now they regard me as a disgrace. They want me to die early. How can they give me money to see a doctor?"

The moment he signed the severance agreement, his grandfather looked at him with a poisonous look, as if he were a rotten egg that ruined their whole pot of porridge.

The father spat at him and said, "You'd better die outside. Don't let me see you again. You are a jinx to the family."

He gnashed his teeth with such force that he wished he would die immediately, as if looking at him one more moment would pollute his precious eyes.

There was a moment of silence, and the four siblings all lowered their heads.

The head of the village rubbed Xiao Qiusheng's head.

"Okay, let's not talk about them. Chunsheng, grandpa doesn't have that much money at home, so I'll just give you another 5 taels, plus the copper coins collected by the villagers, a total of 5 taels of silver."

As the head of the village spoke, he took out a purse and handed it to Song Chunsheng.

"I thought copper coins were hard to handle, so I changed them all into small change for you."

Song Fuquan also pointed to the eight-bucket basket under his feet and said, "And these eggs, which were also collected by the villagers, are for you to replenish your body."

Song Jinxiu was deeply moved.

The whole village has raised funds for their family.

This favor is owed.

"Grandpa, the village head, I don't want to..." Song Chunsheng choked up. His eyes were red and he waved his hands repeatedly. He was so moved that he could not speak.

His own grandfather and father were so stingy that he wished they would all die, but the uncles, aunts, and women in the clan actually raised so much money for him.

As for the head of the village, we have already given them three taels of silver. Even if the children and grandchildren divide the family property, they cannot get so much money.

How are they going to repay this favor in the future?

The chief patted his head and said, "Take it, kid. Now is not the time to be stubborn."

“Wuwuwu…”

After the head of the village slapped him, Song Chunsheng could no longer hold back his tears.

When Xiao Qiu Sheng saw his brother crying, he also started sobbing.

Song Jinfang also turned her back and wiped her tears.

Song Jinxiu's eyes also turned red. Seeing that one of them wanted to give something and the other was choking and refusing, she walked forward, took the purse and took a look at it.

They were all small change, not much, but heavy.

She asked, "Grandpa Lizheng, who in our village donated money? How much did they donate? Can you keep a record?"

The head of the village looked at her, his heart moved, and he asked calmly: "Do you want to pay it back when you get the money in the future?"

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Grandpa Lizheng, to be honest, the money we paid for my brother's leg treatment is still in our pocket. So we won't accept this money. But we will remember the favor."

Song Jinxiu said as she handed the purse to her younger brother: "Song Qiusheng, feel this purse and remember how heavy it feels. When you become rich, you must repay this help.

Song Qiusheng pursed his lips, held the purse in both hands and weighed it obediently, and nodded with a tearful voice: "Sister 꺶, I'll remember it."

Song Jinxiu handed the purse to her sister again. The little girl weighed it solemnly and said, "Sister, I have also taken note of it. It is very heavy and it hurts my mouth. When I grow up, I will repay them."

Song Jinxiu looked at her sister with appreciation. The child was becoming more and more talkative.

Song Jinxiu handed it to her brother solemnly again.

Song Chunsheng wiped his tears, took the purse, and said to the head of the village: "Grandpa head of the village, I will definitely repay you in the future. We will all remember your kindness to us."

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