"Mom, it's not that exaggerated. I just took off my leggings and forgot to put them on."

"By the way, I have some old pairs of varicose vein socks in the house. They were given out at the school sports meeting. How about I find them and use them tomorrow?" Yuntao said suddenly.

The cloth strips tied around the legs are based on the same principle as varicose vein stockings.

Socks are much more comfortable to wear than this strip of cloth.

"We don't have many pairs of socks, so you can just use them. Your father and I won't use them anymore." Wan Hongmei said with a gentle expression.

She felt her daughter's care and love, but she wanted to leave something better to her daughter.

"There are five pairs left. If you don't use them, I won't use them either!" Yuntao said, pretending to be angry.

"Once it's worn out, it's gone."

"If it's gone, it's gone. When you get to the cloth shop in town, buy some strong cloth to wrap it around, use it, use it." Yun Huachun untied the cloth strips wrapped around his legs and stretched his muscles.

There were circles of strangulation marks on his legs, all made from strips of cloth.

The cloth strips are inherently thin and not tough, and after being used for a long time, they become almost like ropes.

Naturally, his wife and daughter's legs were not feeling relaxed either. He had been having a headache these days and was stressed out, so he didn't notice this.

Being tied up for so long, my legs started to suffer.

But no matter what, the family is really too poor.

One person only has two sets of clothes, nothing more.

"There is no need to buy cloth. Just find some old clothes in our house, tear them into wider strips and tie them up." Wan Hongmei said.

Cloth is so valuable these days, why waste money on it?

"Why did I forget this? Let's do it later?" Yun Huachun patted his head.

He's been on the road these days, eating and drinking outside, and he doesn't need most of the things in the space.

"I'll go ahead. I can use the sewing machine quickly. I'll get it done later."

As the night progressed, Wan Hongmei slipped into the space.

I went to my room and dug out some old clothes from the top of the cabinet.

Her daughter told her that the darker the color, the more heat it absorbs.

So it was so hot on the road that she couldn't wear black leggings, but it was hard for her to take out the white leggings. The modern white ones were too conspicuous.

I found some old gray clothes and cut them into wide strips of uniform length with scissors.

The sewing machine at home is an electric sewing machine that I won in a lottery at a shopping mall. It is said to cost thousands of dollars.

If you use Wanhongmei a lot, it will save you effort.

After she folded the strips of fabric, she passed them over the needle once, and leggings of the same width were formed, without having to worry about them rolling over again.

Wan Hongmei was very quick with her hands and feet, and it took her half an hour to finish all the cloth strips.

Early the next morning, everyone was on their way after breakfast.

"What are Yun Xiucai and his family tied to their legs?" someone in the crowd suddenly asked.

Yun Huachun's family is now the center of conversation in the village. People around them couldn't help but take a look when they heard this.

The legs are white, it must be cloth.

Still white cloth!

For leggings?

Many budget conscious women were surprised.

"Mom, I want it too." The child's coquettish voice sounded.

"What do you want? I owed you everything in my previous life. You dare to ask me for anything."

"Tired of walking!"

"Who is not tired? If you don't want to walk, just go away."

The fierce woman's voice sounded, and the child immediately stopped talking.

After driving for two days in a row, Shi Ping woke up halfway.

Wan Hongmei checked once and found that the wound was not ulcerated and the person was alive, but Shi Ping's family was not so happy.

When Yuntao felt that she was about to be exhausted, she suddenly heard the voice in front of the crowd.

“There’s an inn ahead!”

"There is also a tea shop!"

The crowd suddenly became lively.

If there is an inn, it means there is an official here. Is the place safe?

I can take a breath!

When everyone arrived excitedly, they found that the reality was far different from what they thought.

All the officials in the inn have left, and now the people living there are all noble people in luxurious clothes.

The owner of the tea shop is a waning old man with sparse and gray hair. He doesn't know whether he can't run or has given up.

"Old man, are you alone here?" Shi Fang stepped forward to talk, but his eyes were at the inn.

There were many guards surrounding the inn, and many carriages parked there.

Just now they wanted to go in and ask for directions, but the guards outside stopped them and refused to let them in.

"Aren't all the people coming and going here people?" the old man said in a hoarse and sad voice.

Lifting the heavy teapot on the stove and slowly moving it to the table.

The teapot is large and can probably hold half a bucket of water. The outer shell has been stained by time and has a layer of patina, which is black and gray with a hint of paleness.

"Want to drink tea? Two bowls for one penny." The old man poured a bowl of tea tremblingly.

"Bring me three bowls, and then lend me your stove to cook a meal." Yun Huachun said and put four copper coins on the table.

The old man stepped forward to take the money, revealing a pair of hands as old as tree bark and full of scars. The old man only took two coins.

"Old man, where are your family members?" Yun Huachun asked.

"My son has been drafted and left, and my daughter-in-law is gone too. I am the only one. My son said he would come back to see me in two years, but I have been waiting for several years and he hasn't come back yet." The old man said, with obvious twilight in his tone.

"Yongxing Pass has been conquered by the barbarians. Your son who is a soldier is probably in bad luck..." said the outspoken man on the side.

His mother-in-law glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The man consciously closed his mouth.

The old man had no reaction after hearing this.

Numb collected the money, fetched water, and lit the fire, doing these tasks repeatedly and mechanically.

After finishing, he sat on this side of the road, looking in the direction of Yongxingguan and waiting.

"Dad, this old man is so pitiful." Yuntao looked at the old man and felt inexplicably sad, thinking of the elders in his family.

"I wonder how your grandparents are doing?" Wan Hongmei's eyes turned red.

Several elderly people have reached the age of retirement and are living in the same city, and they can still get together several times a month.

If they suddenly wear it, will the elders be flustered and sad?

"Don't worry, even if we are away, my eldest brother and your sister can take care of them." Yun Huachun stepped forward to comfort his wife.

Yuntao held the tea bowl and took a sip, which was slightly bitter and slightly salty.

I don’t know if it’s because the tea is bitter, or because I’m thinking of something that makes me feel bitter.

The inn next to it was crowded with people.

A girl in brocade clothes was pacing in the room with her ears covered and her face filled with impatience.

Finally, he walked to the window and took a look, then turned and ran towards the woman sitting on the bed resting.

He pulled her sleeves and said pitifully, "Mom, the country people outside are so noisy!"

"Let the guards drive them away!"

The woman opened her eyes, with a hint of sullenness on her delicate face.

"Go and tell your elder brother and ask him to drive away the people below."

The girl got her mother's promise and immediately ran to another room to find her elder brother.

Then, a young man in colorful clothes appeared next to the tea shop with two guards.

"Everyone is making too much noise next to the inn, could you please move to a seat?" the young man said softly, cupping his hands.

When he came, everyone in the village noticed him, and he stood out among the group of people dressed in brocade clothes.

But his voice was too low, and the people around him were busy eating, so they ignored him.

No one listened to him, which put the young man in a bit of a dilemma.

Just when he was hesitating, the guard next to him looked at him and simply pulled out the knife.

"What do you want to do?" Guan Baoquan shouted.

After these people came in, he kept staring at them.
Chapter completed!