Chapter 12 Chapter 12 To make matters worse, the young man's clothes were disheveled...
The young man sat on the ground with his clothes disheveled, a strand of black hair hanging down from his forehead, covering his gloomy expression, like a trapped little animal.
When Cui Cen heard the door open, he suddenly raised his head, and when he saw who was outside, he looked very surprised.
Zhao Mingsheng held the teapot in his left hand and the bowl in his right. He gently opened the door of the pharmacy with his toes and was stunned by the scene before him.
"I was just going to get some food, why did you fall to the ground?"
Zhao Mingsheng placed the teapot and bowl in his hands on the only large table, then walked towards the young man.
Cui Cen was stunned for a moment when he saw the person who had left and returned. When he came to his senses, he saw the young lady walking towards him, as if to help him up.
The young lady looked delicate and petite, probably the type that couldn't be lifted by shoulders or hands. Cui Cen felt that she was quite heavy and quickly refused, "You can't help me, go call someone else from your family..."
Before he finished speaking, Cui Cen felt himself floating in the air.
You said she was petite! You said she couldn't be carried on my shoulders or by my hands! But now she gave him a princess hug!
But in a moment, Cui Cen returned to the bed from the ground.
He had never been so embarrassed in his life. As soon as he got on the bed, he immediately turned his head towards the bed. His face was already flushed with shame, and even his ears were flushed.
After settling the boy down, Zhao Mingsheng asked again, "Would you like some water?"
Cui Cen hung his head, still not recovering from the shame he had just felt. Back when he was at home, everyone indulged him and coaxed him. If anyone dared to speak to him so rudely, he would punish them!
But this young lady is really strong, and a good man never suffers a loss. He was really thirsty, his throat was about to smoke, so he stretched his neck and said:
"drink."
Zhao Mingsheng replaced the cold teapot, poured a bowl of freshly brewed tea and handed it to the boy.
Cui Cen sneered in his heart, how can you drink tea with a bowl?
The bowl of farm tea in front of me is not only turbid in color but also has no tea fragrance. I guess it will taste bitter.
Cui Cen felt a little disgusted, but his physical hunger drove him to take the tea bowl and drink from it in big gulps.
The warm tea is surprisingly sweet when it goes down my throat. It doesn't have the overwhelming aroma of a fragrant tea, nor the clear soup color of Pu'er, but its taste is not inferior to that of Yangzhi Ganlu.
Cui Cen drank a large bowl in one breath and praised it generously: "Good tea! Another bowl!"
Cui Cen handed over the empty bowl, expecting a second bowl but was rejected.
"No, if you drink any more you'll be full. It's time to eat."
Cui Cen was about to say that he was not hungry when he heard a hollow sound in his stomach.
The temperature on my face, which had just subsided, started burning up again.
"Okay...I'll eat it."
Cui Cen felt that a bowl of ordinary tomato and egg rice was more delicious than any delicacies he had ever eaten.
The thick red sauce is paired with golden fried eggs, the red and yellow colors jump visually, the rich soup wraps the rice, and the sweet and sour soup slides across the tip of the tongue, leaving a soul-stirring wonderful taste.
Cui Cen devoured his food ravenously, and soon the entire bowl of rice was empty. The long-lost feeling of fullness gradually warmed his body.
Zhao Mingsheng sat aside, propping up his head, patiently waiting for the young man to finish his meal before asking, "What's your name? Where are you from? And why were you kidnapped and thrown into this mountain?"
Cui Cen swallowed the last mouthful of rice and licked the soup from the corner of his mouth. His beautiful eyes dimmed in an instant.
"My name is Cui Er. I have no parents, no home, and I don't know who harmed me like this."
After saying this, he lay down with his clothes on, facing the inner wall, looking as if he didn't want to say anything more.
Zhao Mingsheng was dumbfounded. Although the clothes the boy had changed out of were badly damaged, the material and workmanship were excellent. Looking at the boy's delicate skin and tender flesh, he looked like someone who could only be raised by the rich and powerful.
I originally wanted to inform the boy's family so that they could take him home to recover. How could he be left without a father or mother and homeless?
Zhao Mingsheng felt that the young man was deceiving him and couldn't help feeling a little angry.
"You...you are lying!"
Who would come up with such a weird name! Her name is Zhao Yi!
The young man impatiently pulled the quilt over his head, and after a while he said sullenly:
"I didn't lie to you..."
Under the quilt, at an angle that no one else could see, the young man clenched his hands tightly, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
His last name was indeed Cui, and he was the second child in his family. He was also indeed an orphan. As for why he had fallen into this state, it was probably because someone in that family couldn't tolerate him...
Although this was just his guess, now that things had changed and the situation was unclear, he had no intention of revealing his identity, let alone going back. So, saying he was homeless was quite appropriate.
Zhao Mingsheng could sense the forbearance in the young man's words; he must be having some difficulty. Never mind, just consider it a good deed.
Just as Zhao Mingsheng was planning to send the boy away in a few days after his injuries got better, a muffled sound came from under the quilt again.
"Don't chase me away... I won't eat or drink for free. I'll make money and pay you back after my injury gets better in a few days."
Zhao Mingsheng:?
Are you going to stay at their house forever?
She hadn't even expected to be rewarded handsomely for saving the boy, and now she was being blamed. Zhao Mingsheng sighed. What else could she do? He was still injured, and she couldn't really kick him out.
In order to treat the teenager, most of the medicinal herbs in the house have been used up. Looking at the somewhat empty medicine cabinet, Zhao Mingsheng felt a little worried. It was time to think of a way to replenish some.
It really makes the already poor family even worse off.
It just so happened that Aunt Wang came to call Zhao Mingsheng to go and take care of the fields together.
Thinking of the medicinal field, Zhao Mingsheng was motivated again and quickly agreed. He packed up briefly, changed into light clothes, and followed.
Aunt Wang's two children also accompanied them this time. The eldest daughter, Wang Xiaoni, is ten years old this year, and the youngest son, Wang Xiaohu, is six years old. They are at the age of being naughty, and the children were running, jumping, and fighting all the way, which was quite lively.
Zhao Mingsheng chatted as they walked: "Auntie, why did you bring the child with you today? Be careful of heatstroke in this hot weather."
Aunt Wang smiled and said, "My sister-in-law who married into the next village gave birth to a big fat boy yesterday, and my mother-in-law went to visit. These two children couldn't stay at home and insisted on coming with me."
"Don't they usually go to school?"
When the topic of going to school was brought up, Aunt Wang's smile faded and she said with a worried look on her face:
"I also know that for farm kids like us, the only way to change our circumstances is to go to school. But there's no school in our village, and the nearest one is in town, where the fees are high and most families can't afford it."
She said with some envy, "Unlike your father who was willing to send your brother to the school in town, he actually raised a scholar!"
It is true that it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son. Even a wealthy family like the Zhao family can barely support a scholar, not to mention those families who can barely get enough food or even cannot get enough to eat.
There was more sympathy and deep thought in Zhao Mingsheng's eyes as he looked at the brother and sister playing carefree in front of him.
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