Chapter 121

Zhang Man'er smiles, like a pure Narcissus in full bloom, with her graceful lotus steps, carrying a good posture, really like a fairy.

"Uncle Yang, you're welcome. I haven't seen it yet? I'm not sure I can cure it. Let's go. "

The party went to the winding dirt road. The village where the Yang family lived was not far from the town. It took less than half an hour to walk there.

In the Lake Village under the warm sunshine, the cooking smoke curls above the sparse farmhouses, surrounded by mountains, and the quiet water of several lakes shines in the sunlight.

This lake village can be said to be built around the lake. The vast expanse of water in the lake is endless, and the thatched cottages nearby become embellishments. There are awning boats floating on the lake, reeds swaying in the wind, and the lake water is green and clear, which is a kind of artistic conception of a small bridge and flowing water family.

Walking along the lake, there are paddy fields and vegetable fields nearby, but they are all in the East and the west, not like the paddy fields and vegetable fields in Hedong Village, which are arranged neatly and evenly.

Several people passed by and saw villagers casting nets to catch fish.

Flying on the lake are those osprey, whose body quickly skims over the lake. In an instant, they catch the fish and fly back to please their masters.

"Is there a new life in Hucun?" When the villagers saw these strange men and women, they couldn't help looking more.

Their village is relatively remote and close to the lake and the mountain. They live by the lake and the mountain. There are not many people in the whole village, but they are still united and friendly.

"These are all my guests." Uncle Yang nodded frequently to greet the villagers.

Looking at the smiling faces of these people, Zhang Man'er thinks they are very popular.

On the way, she also inquired about Aunt Yang's condition in recent years. She took a lot of medicine and the doctor invited a lot of them. It's just that the disease doesn't get better and she is lingering on the bed all the year round.

They followed Uncle Yang's steps and went into a small bamboo hut. It didn't look big. As soon as they went in and out, the fence yard in the yard was elegant and planted some flowers and plants.

"Come, benefactor, this way, please." Uncle Yang made a gesture to invite the three guests.

This is a bamboo house with two bedrooms, a main room, and a kitchen which is blocked by curtains. Although the furniture is simple, it is clean. At a glance, it is all made of bamboo tables and chairs.

"Sister Man'er, sit down first. I'll see if my mother wakes up?" Yang Kexin side bench, side to a few people to a few cups of tea, the tea inside the floating is not tea, but a withered rose.

It seems that the Yang family has an inseparable intimate relationship with flowers and plants, which is also related to the Yang family's long-term business of rouge powder.

After Zhang Man'er and others sat down, she looked at Uncle Yang with a nervous face. She said with a smile, "don't be nervous, uncle Yang. First sit down and have a rest."

"Sit down." Uncle Yang wiped the sweat on his face with a smile. Looking at these people drinking tea, he went to have a look and wanted to tell the mother-in-law in the inner room.

Inside, three people drink tea slowly. As soon as Xue Yang comes to the village, he feels very kind.

This village is very much like a paradise. It looks older than their village. The bamboo house smells a faint fragrance.

Thinking of Yang Kexin growing up here and caring for the flowers and plants in the yard, he felt a different feeling in his heart, with a touch of tenderness in every table and chair in the room.

As soon as a cup of tea had reached the bottom, Yang Kexin came out and said to Zhang Man'er with a smile, "sister Man'er, my mother is up. Come in."

She came forward, followed by the two big men. With the influx of the three, the small bedroom was extremely narrow. The two Xue brothers quickly backed to the door and stood.

They watched uncle Yang sit up with an old woman whose face was full of vicissitudes and who seemed to be out of the sun all day long. His old age seemed to be more than ten years older than that of Uncle Yang. This is the sequel of long-term suffering.

The man attached to the woman's ear and whispered: "child, her mother, this is the benefactor I told you."

When Zhang Man'er helped to sell Rouge powder for the first time, he was regarded as a legendary figure by Uncle Yang. Everyone said that she would hear aunt Yang's ears. She would only listen to people on weekdays. She would see real people and looked at them several times.

See is a pretty little lady, fresh and refined temperament, with the window sill open that Lily general, let people see feel kind.

Zhang Man'er took a lotus step and held her hand. Her voice was like looking at her relatives. Her voice was clear: "aunt Yang."

The child is not only good-looking, but also pleasing. The old woman's eyes are dim and yellow. She holds her hand back and says, "benefactor, thank you for helping the Yang family so much."

If it wasn't for someone to help them, the Yang family would be living in the dark. They are so busy that they can't sell a few boxes of rouge. They have no rice to cook. It's a miserable day.

Fortunately, meeting this noble man made their life much easier.

Zhang Man'er replied, "Auntie Yang, it's all a matter of lifting a finger. I'm saying that I've earned money. It's not for nothing. You don't have to be so polite."

It's all mutually beneficial business. No one owes anyone. She shares the dividend and helps Xue Yang get a piece of wood work. Later, she may get a daughter-in-law. How to say, they earn it.

"Benefactor, that's what I say, but in the past, his father couldn't sell a few boxes a month. Now, even my daughter says it's good to be busy every day. "

The two chatted like this, but at first sight.

When the time is almost up, after seeing her relax, Zhang Man'er asks, "Auntie Yang, can I feel your pulse?"

As soon as she heard the pulse, she almost forgot the reason why the girl came.

Aunt Yang boasted: "it's really powerful. You know a lot about it when you are young. But if you are good, I will die."

They are all girls of the same age. Her daughter is quiet. She can do nothing but rouge.

For a girl who knows how to do medicine, it is naturally surprising and highly praised.

"Auntie Yang, don't say that. I'm sure she's a plastic. You'll know her strength then." Zhang Man'er said with a smile, looking at her hand, she gently picked up her pulse and began to feel her pulse.

The bedroom was so quiet that even a silver needle could be heard falling on the ground. Several people looked at her and felt her pulse. The atmosphere did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing her.