The fish was no bigger than a palm, its scales adorning its body in red, with the edges of its scales shimmering faintly with a golden sheen. Its fins were so thin they were almost transparent, their smooth, delicate texture visible in the sunlight.
The soft fish tail slapped his wrist gently, which was a bit itchy.
Seeing that he didn't move, the fishmonger sneered: "Why, you don't want to buy this fish, do you? You don't have enough money to buy medicine, how can you buy fish?"
Qin Zhao didn't answer.
Jing Li felt the fingers gripping his body loosen, and his heart sank.
There's no way a man could buy his.
Judging from his clothes, the man's family was not well off, even extremely financially strapped. He held Jing Li in one hand and carried a few medicine bags in his right.
In ancient times, buying medicine cost a lot of money...
Sure enough, the man stepped forward and put Jing Li back into the basin next to the fish stall.
Jing Li curled up dejectedly.
He was injured and had no strength to escape. Even if he escaped, what would it matter? He was a fish and could not move without water, let alone survive for long.
He is indeed not a lucky guy, he is just an unlucky guy.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from above: "Is this money enough? I want to buy it."
Jing Li looked up and saw the man putting a few copper coins on the fish stall.
.
A man in a green shirt was walking along a mountain path.
It was early spring, and the weather in the mountains was cold in the morning, but Qin Zhao had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
He was holding a few bags of herbs in his left hand and a small wooden barrel filled with water in his right hand. A bright red fish tail flashed across the water, revealing its tiny head.
Jing Li looked at him quietly through the water.
Jing Li didn't know how long they had been walking since leaving the market, but it must have been at least two hours. Even for him, walking two hours on a mountain road was a bit too much.
What's more, Qin Zhao is a sickly person.
Jing Li shook his tail under the water.
but……
Finally saved.
It seems that what those people said before was not a lie. Even after being caught and taken to the fish shop, he still met a noble person who was willing to save his life. He might really be a lucky fish -
There was a crackling sound coming from somewhere, and Jing Li instinctively felt that something was wrong, and then he saw the handle of the wooden barrel snap.
The small wooden barrel fell to the ground and most of the water splashed out instantly.
Jing Li: “…”
He took back what he had just said. He was indeed just an unlucky guy.
The splashing water wet Qin Zhao's clothes. He paused and lowered his head.
After buying medicine today, Qin Zhao only had enough money to go back to the village. But in order to buy this fish, he had to walk back to the village.
It was already very difficult to walk, and now the handle of the barrel is broken...
Now I don’t know when I can get back to the village.
But Qin Zhao's eyes just moved slightly, then he bent down as if nothing had happened and picked up the wooden barrel.
He was still walking steadily. Jing Li looked at him from the bottom of the water and couldn't even see any change in Qin Zhao's expression.
But he clearly felt that the hands holding the wooden barrel were trembling slightly, and the other party's steps were also much slower.
A mountain breeze blew by, Qin Zhao suddenly stopped, and the wooden barrel fell heavily to the ground.
He tilted his head and coughed violently.
He coughed violently, his thin back bent deeply, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
Jing Li was startled by his appearance and looked up anxiously.
He couldn't see Qin Zhao's appearance, he could only see his fingers leaning on the edge of the wooden barrel, his knuckles tense and white, trembling with the sound of coughing.
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