The general kneels on the washboard again

The days go by as usual, it's late autumn and the dew is heavy, time passes too quickly.

Zhang Lan'er has never returned to Nanshan Village since that day. Her mother has come back, but has been much more low-key recently.

Yue Niang asked Er Ya to go to town to buy some winter clothes today.

But she didn't have this skill. After learning for a few days, she was in a daze and found herself back in math class, feeling drowsy.

Besides, the grandmothers are old, and we can't really ask them to make clothes for several people stitch by stitch.

As soon as the two arrived in the town, Yue Niang saw a group of people gathered in front of her, and uh, her gossip spirit's nature came out again.

I took Erya to see what fun there was.

I saw a doctor in front of me, providing free medical treatment to the people. The doctor was about the same age as Fu Shiqing and looked somewhat similar to him.

Yue Niang thought it couldn’t be such a coincidence!

Now that I have some savings, I am going to find a doctor today to take my grandmother to see her for her leg disease.

There is a very long queue here now. Yue Niang should go buy some clothes first and come back later.

There are three or four cloth shops in Qingshi Town. The one we are entering is called Yunshuifang.

The shopkeeper was a woman in her early twenties. She had a lot of wrinkles around her eyes and her clothes were black ink, which made her look a bit fierce.

The colors of the satins in the shop are mainly blue-green, with enamel and green being the most common.

After selecting for a long time, the shopkeeper couldn't help losing his temper and said sarcastically: "You have been looking at it for so long, if you want to buy it, then buy it. If not, don't touch it."

The tone is very similar to that of some bosses of his era.

Yue Niang mocked him directly: "With this attitude, no wonder you have no customers."

The shopkeeper got even angrier: "Look at you, can you afford it?"

The sentence that I have come to realize the most recently is, clothes make the man, saddles make the horse.

Yue Niang held her forehead and took out two purses full of money from her pocket and shook them: "This lady has money."

Hearing the sound of silver coins clashing, the shopkeeper suddenly changed into a different person: "Ah, what patterns would you two ladies like to see?"

"I have money, but I won't buy from you. Goodbye." After saying that, she pulled Erya away, leaving the shopkeeper standing at the door with regret.

Erya gave Yue Niang a thumbs up and said, "Yue'er did a great job. She looks down on others like a dog."

Yue Niang stuck out her tongue playfully: "The patterns on her are not that great, I don't like them."

Her living standard is now comfortable, so she can afford to buy a few pieces of clothing.

As the two were talking, they stopped outside another shop. This shop was very remote, but it was packed. Seeing the name, Yue Niang became interested.

At Begonia House, the line “The Begonia doesn’t care about its rouge color, it stands alone in the drizzle” comes to mind.

A young woman of seventeen or eighteen stopped in her tracks when she heard Yue Niang's poem. "What a wonderful poem! You can write such a beautiful poem at such a young age. I admire you."

Yue Niang forgot that this was a non-existent dynasty, and they didn't know about it. Yue Niang didn't want to impersonate others, and always felt that copyright was something inviolable.

Then he said, "Thank you for your praise, sister, but this poem was written by one of my teachers. I just borrowed it for this occasion."

The young woman looked a little disappointed. She said, "I'll go in first," and left.

Yue Niang and Er Ya followed closely behind and entered Haitangfang.

The scale of Haitangfang is more than twice that of Yunshuifang, and the flowers and colors are more complete, and the flowers are displayed in different areas.

A waiter came out and said, "Welcome, how can I help you?"

This has a strong modern flavor.

Yue Niang grabbed the waiter's arm and asked, "Excuse me, is your boss here?"

The waiter struggled to get away, wanting to get angry, but his service manners were still there: "Sorry, our boss lives in Lingzhou now, not here."

He changed the subject back to the present: "What kind of designs do you two need?"

Yue Niang felt a little disappointed, but if her guess was confirmed, what would happen? See you again if fate allows.

Sure enough, only by buying clothes in a shop that treats everyone equally can you stay in a good mood.

Yue Niang came out carrying two large bags of clothes, still looking at the store with some reluctance.

Erya called her several times: "Yue'er, Yue'er."

She slowly came back to her senses: "Well, what's wrong? Sister?"

"Yue'er, do you know the owner of Haitangfang?"

“The style of this shop is somewhat similar to that of my hometown.”

Erya thought she was talking about her hometown in Lingzhou: "Do you miss home, Yue'er?"

Yue Niang shook her head: "No, I just want to meet someone from my hometown and chat for a while."

This is Yue Niang’s truest thought at the moment.

Erya didn't give Yue Niang time to think about it: "You can go back and see a doctor during the New Year. Let's go find that doctor first. This kind of traveling doctor who provides free medical treatment must have some skills. It's hard to find such a person."

A gust of wind blew over, and fallen leaves flew all over the town. Yue Niang let Erya pull her forward.

There were not many people around the traveling doctor at this moment. Yue Niang and Er Ya stood in front of him, panting.

When he saw Yue Niang's appearance clearly, he was as surprised as Yue Niang. This little girl looked exactly like that man.

Fu Shichuan patiently asked, "Whose child are you? What's wrong with you?"

Yue Niang looked at him and began to introduce herself: "My name is Fu Yue Niang. It's not me who is sick, it's my grandmother who is sick. I need the doctor to come to my house to take a look."

Fu Shichuan felt mixed emotions as he packed up his things. "Yueniang, that's a really nice name. Lead the way."

Zhao Xiaoming had something to do today, so he naturally walked back.

The further he walked, the colder his heart became: "Yue Niang, are you sure this is the way home?"

There was no Fu family property in this town. Fu Shichuan thought he was heading towards Yunzhou, but he didn't expect to go into an increasingly remote valley.

"You can't be wrong, Mr. Doctor. Sister Erya and I have walked this path many times."

Fu Shichuan couldn't hold back his doubts any longer: "Your last name is Fu, but you're from the Lingzhou Fu family? Your father's name is Fu Shiqing?"

Yue Niang nodded, confirming her guess: "Yes, Mr. Doctor, the house in front is my home."

Fu Shichuan looked at the appearance of the house and breathed a sigh of relief. The house was not bad. It might be a place where the old lady brought her granddaughter to stay for a while.

But when he entered the yard, Fu Shichuan was instantly slapped in the face. The yard was in a dilapidated state, and there were still more than a dozen villagers roasting tea.

Old Mrs. Fu, who was embroidering under the eaves, watched Yue Niang come back.

"Yue'er, you're back?" The joy in her words could not be concealed.

Before Yue Niang could introduce Fu Shichuan, Fu Shichuan rushed over excitedly, "Mother."

Old Mrs. Fu looked at the person who came and instantly burst into tears: "My son!"

Yue Niang hurriedly dismissed the villagers: "Grandpa Village Head, you can leave today. Please give me the list of people who signed the names of those who came today, and I will send your wages to you tomorrow."

The village chief handed over the list.

Erya led the way, and everyone followed suit.

Fu Shichuan helped Old Lady Fu into the house, and the two of them told each other about what had happened since they last met.

"My son, why haven't you written to me in all these years?"

Fu Shichuan was a little embarrassed: "Mother, I often write letters back to Lingzhou, but I'm afraid my eldest brother has stopped me from writing. He has always regarded it as a shame for me not to engage in business."

"Son, don't blame your elder brother. He is also doing this for the family."

Old Mrs. Fu is good in every way, except that she cares too much about Fu Shiqing's business and the family's success, and always gives in.