Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The Most Cowardly Man in the World
On the way home, Miao Ying felt a little happy, thinking that the time travel was not so difficult to accept.
However, his good mood came to an abrupt end when he met Aunt Zhang, whom he had met in the morning.
Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes. "You say it's for your own family, but in reality, it's all secretly subsidized to your parents' family. I just don't know which mistress your parents will give the money to after it reaches them."
Miao Ying rolled her eyes at him and said, "I can spend my man's money however I like. Even if I use it to support eight or ten mistresses, it's none of your business."
"Only Huo Xing is willing to be this living cuckold." Aunt Zhang spat and rolled her eyes at Miao Ying.
Miao Ying shrugged indifferently. Verbal attacks had no effect on him at all. However, he didn't care. There were always people who cared. A rough voice came from a distance, and then a mountain moved towards them: "What are you talking about, auntie!"
It turned out to be Miao Dong who had returned. He came back to give money to Miao Ying. On the way back, he discussed with his mother. Seeing that Miao Ying was doing well and had lost a lot of weight, he still felt sorry for him. It was inconvenient for him to stay at Huo's house, so he wanted to go out to give him a hand. However, he forgot a lot of things he had just said.
When he came back to give him money, he heard the aunt scolding Miao Ying. He thought Miao Ying would go up and fight with the aunt, but he didn't expect Miao Ying to ignore her. Instead, he was so angry that he broke out in a sweat.
Miao Ying was also stunned: "Brother, why are you back?"
"Mom just said she forgot something." Miao Dong handed him a purse, "Let me bring it back to you."
When Miao Ying touched the heavy copper coins inside, his eyes turned red.
"My family doesn't need subsidies for married boys." Miao Dong looked at Aunt Zhang, "You should go back quickly. I see Huo Xing is coming out to pick you up."
Miao Ying sniffed and watched Miao Dong leave again. A smile appeared on his lips, and he felt that Miao Dong was really like a small mountain.
After a while, Huo Xing came to his side and said nothing, just looked at him. Miao Ying turned his head and said, "Let's go home."
The next few days were peaceful. Huo San came back several times, and each time he searched the house for money. When he couldn't find it, he acted arrogantly at home. Finally, Huo Xing looked at him coldly, which made him feel uneasy, and he calmed down a little.
Huo Xing was also busy at home, carrying water every two or three days, and his wound was not healing much. Miao Ying changed the medicine for him once. Finally, they decided to go to the county town to see his wound and to check his brain. After all, they could make money.
It just so happened that tomorrow was Laba Festival, and Li Hongying asked them to buy some beans to make Laba porridge. Laba Festival only happened once a year, and buying some beans would not cost much money.
Miao Ying's health had recovered a lot and he was at least able to walk to the county town. After all, Huo Xing was still injured and couldn't carry him. He relied on his willpower to finally see the county town gate.
When he arrived in the county town, the first thing he did was to go to the clinic to see his wounds. The doctor in the clinic still remembered Huo Xing, and the Fu family had also said that if Huo Xing came to see his injuries again, he would not have to pay and the bill could be put on the Fu family's account.
The doctor examined him carefully and said that he needed to rest, not to use his arm anymore and not to take any medicine. He just needed to rest. Then Huo Xing asked the doctor to see Miao Ying.
The doctor was in a dilemma. The Fu family had agreed to show it to him, and now they were showing it to his husband. How should he record this account?
Miao Ying lifted her hair and said, "Doctor, we will pay for my injury ourselves."
The doctor then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully examined Miao Ying's injury. After all, the wound was on the head. If it was an inch deeper, it would probably be fatal. Now it looked much better. He took Miao Ying's pulse again and said that he was still weak.
Physical weakness cannot be cured by taking one or two doses of medicine. It also requires supplementation with ginseng and donkey-hide gelatin, which is not something ordinary people can afford.
Miao Ying smiled at the doctor, then pulled Huo Xing out of the clinic: "The doctor said I'm fine now!"
Huo Xing's face did not look relaxed at all. He walked behind Miao Ying, looking at his back, thinking of his previous plan to divorce him when he got better.
But the doctor said he was weak. Should we take better care of him before sending him away?
"What are you thinking about?" Miao Ying took two steps back. "What kind of beans should we buy?"
"Red beans, black beans, mung beans, red dates, black rice, and Job's tears." Huo Xing replied.
"good."
They walked to the rice and grain store. There were many people buying beans, and a long line had formed. Huo Xing stood in the crowd, and Miao Ying stood beside him. "Is the Laba porridge sweet?"
Huo Xing looked at him: "Or?"
"There's meat." Miao Ying introduced him to the place where he used to live. "Stir-fry the salted pork until it releases oil, then cook it into porridge. You can also put some pickled bones in the porridge. When the porridge is almost done, add radish, cabbage, taro, and peanuts."
Huo Xing couldn't imagine what salty Laba porridge tasted like, but seeing Miao Ying's eager look, he thought it should be pretty good. He also couldn't help but think that if Miao Ying was still at home on Laba next year, he could also try cooking salty Laba porridge.
This year they didn't have the conditions, so they didn't dry the bacon because Miao Ying had taken the money away. When it was time to buy meat to make bacon, they had no money.
Soon it was their turn to buy beans. The waiter worked quickly. After asking how many people were in their family, he quickly weighed out their portion.
After buying the beans, Huo Xing said they could go home, but Miao Ying disagreed: "It's a festival after all, buy some snacks. Huo Xiaobao is still a child, and children should eat candy."
Huo Xing nodded, and the two went to the dim sum shop again. Miao Ying felt more confident today. The last time he went to buy dim sum with his mother, he didn't even dare to look at the more expensive ones.
This time he had time to take a closer look. Even as a modern man who had seen Western pastries of later generations, he was shocked by the dazzling array of pastries in the shop.
Date paste yam cake, snow flake cake, pine nut cake, jade bean cake.
Because there are no food additives and preservatives now, the flavor of pastries is more mellow.
Miao Ying wanted to try every one of them. Huo Xing lowered his eyes and said, "Just buy what you want to eat."
Miao Ying snorted, "I'm eating alone. Grandma and Xiaobao are watching, right?" He took out the purse Miao Dong gave him from his pocket and said, "My brother gave me money. I can't treat Mom, Grandma and Xiaobao to snacks by myself."
Huo Xing felt bitter in his heart. He went to the pastry shop filled with the sweet aroma of pastries. His husband said that his parents had given him a subsidy so that he could have some snacks.
At this moment, he felt that he was the most cowardly man in the world.
After Miao Ying finished buying the pastries, he went to the butcher shop and bought lean meat and bare bones under Huo Xing's complicated gaze.
Passing by Songheju where he had sold handkerchiefs last time, he remembered what he had said before about making clothes for his grandmother and mother during the New Year. He was eager to try it, and was spotted by the shopkeeper as soon as he arrived at the door.
When the shopkeeper saw him, he quickly put down what he was doing and came out with a smile on his face.
He has taken over Songheju for such a long time. Previously, the business was always suppressed by the neighbor and was barely making ends meet. Since those novel styles of handkerchiefs became popular in the county town, the business of their store can be said to be the best in recent years.
Although they were just small items like handkerchiefs, purses, and sachets, they still made a lot of money because of the large quantity, and their business of selling cloth and ready-made clothes also improved a lot.
"Boss, your business is booming." Miao Ying walked into the store with a smile. Huo Xingren, who was standing beside him, was tall and strong. He seemed a little restrained in such an environment, so he leaned closer to Miao Ying unconsciously.
"What would you like to see today?" The shopkeeper, remembering Miao Ying's kindness, naturally entertained you personally.
"I want to make two new sets of clothes for the elders at home." Miao Ying actually didn't know much about the cloth at that time, nor did he know which one was better for making clothes. He looked at Huo Xing, and seeing his confused eyes, he knew that he was even more unreliable.
The shopkeeper had seen a lot of this, so he found an embroiderer who knew more about making clothes to introduce her to him, and went off to do his own thing.
"Nowadays, we're making winter clothes. Winter clothes require two layers of fabric, an inner layer and an outer layer. The inner layer is usually made of cotton, which is more comfortable, and the outer layer can be made of any color."
Miao Ying reached out and scratched his head: "I'm making it for two people, how much should I buy?"
"If they're not too big, one piece for two people is about right," the embroiderer said. "If there's any leftover, we can make other things."
Miao Ying nodded, and then looked at the fabrics. Some of the fabrics in the store were rolled up on the table, and some were spread out and hanging on one side. They were all fabrics for outer garments.
He was almost overwhelmed by the choices, so he nudged Huo Xing with his elbow: "Which color do you think is good?"
Huo Xing was looking at a piece of goose yellow material, thinking that if this color could be worn on Miao Ying, it would better highlight his fair complexion.
Miao Ying followed his gaze and saw a piece of brightly colored material. She thought to herself that Huo Xing was indeed a straight man: "I'm afraid that mother and grandmother are not suitable for wearing such bright colors."
The embroiderer smiled and joked, "Your husband is just looking at the color of the material to see if it suits you."
Huo Xing felt an itch in his ears. He looked at Miao Ying again. Miao Ying opened her eyes wide and said, "Me? Wearing that color? No, no, that's what little girls like."
Finally, after careful consideration, Miao Ying chose a piece of cotton cloth and a piece of dark red cloth with longevity cloud patterns. They were neither ostentatious nor had good meaning.
As expected, the shopkeeper did as they had said before and gave Miao Ying a much lower price. Originally, a piece of fine cotton cloth cost eight hundred coins, and a piece of outerwear linen cost five hundred coins, but he sold them to him at a discount of one or two taels of silver, and also gave him some quilting for making a cotton-padded jacket.
Miao Ying happily accepted the shopkeeper's kindness and as a gift he drew some patterns for the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper asked him to use paper and pen. Miao Ying drew a picture on the paper, sighed, and then used charcoal pencil.
Huo Xing stayed by his side, watching him deal with the shopkeeper with ease, and watching him draw a picture he had never seen before on a small handkerchief. At this moment, Huo Xing believed what Miao Ying said when they first met. He was not the Miao Ying of the past, but he didn't know where he came from.
But was he still going to send him away? Was he still going to keep him?
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