On this day, cotton was harvested in the front yard and cotton seeds were ginning in the backyard. Groups of ragged farmers, with their wives and children pushing high-piled carts, queued up in front of Lin's workshop in Linjiazhuang.
Children are not as patient as adults. They cannot wait to wait in line. At an age when you can make a good friend in five minutes, it is impossible to be obediently next to adults. They gather together in small groups to laugh and play.
, parents should guard their own cotton, don't have much energy to control them, and just let them make trouble.
Children in rural areas do not have as many rules as in the city, nor are they as refined as the children in the city, and there are many free-range children.
Little Qingyu has recently found a large army. Every day after school, she brings her animal army to the workshop with great pride, luring the outside children to play around her.
Because they were in Linjiazhuang and there were tribesmen everywhere, Yun Shang and others did not have to look at Xiao Qingyu all the time. Most of the time, only her personal maid Rongrong was with her.
In the warehouse where cotton is collected, cotton piles up like mountains, white and soft. In the eyes of adults, these cottons are rice grains, cloth, and copper coins, but in the eyes of children, they are clouds in the sky and snow on the ground.
The children happily took off their shoes and jumped in to play. The adults who were busy weighing and counting money had no time to pay attention to them. At most, they would scold them when they made noise and told them to leave quickly and not to stay in the cotton pile.
Playing and getting the snow-white cotton dirty.
Lin Wanwan usually would not stay in the Tang Dynasty at this time. She had already bolted the door and hid in her room under the pretext of taking a lunch break. She returned to modern times and sat at her computer desk, watching videos on printing, dyeing and weaving.
She has to learn and sell now, and all the ladies in Linjiazhuang are eagerly waiting for her to teach her.
No one could have predicted the tragedy before it happened.
Zhang Sanwang's family is a farmer living in a valley. Because they are poor enough, they received cotton seedlings on credit from the county government in the spring.
After several months of careful cultivation and study, we finally got a bumper harvest this autumn.
Before the hurricane, those villages that had planted cotton seedlings on credit had been notified by the county government of harvesting orders.
Everyone regarded a county magistrate who would send people to the countryside to teach the farmers how to farm as a god. Therefore, when Magistrate Xiao said that a hurricane was coming and they had to grab cotton, everyone did it without saying a word. As expected, they escaped.
After the disaster, there was no loss in cotton.
Today, Zhang Sanwang's family was in an excited mood. Together with their neighbors, they pushed a cart filled with several large bags of cotton and traveled over the mountains and ridges for two hours to arrive at the Linjiazhuang workshop to sell cotton.
Before it was exchanged for silk and copper coins, whether cotton could be sold at a good price was always a top priority in the minds of farmers.
Until it was my turn to wait in line, I sold the dried cotton as I wished, and got the full amount of silk and copper coins (silk and silk were as important as copper coins in the Tang Dynasty, and in some places were even more popular than copper coins.
Because copper coins are often devalued due to private minting by nobles), this hanging heart can be relieved.
Before coming here, Zhang Sanwang had witnessed his neighbor's cotton being pulled out and then brought back, saying that the workshop collector was dissatisfied that their cotton was not dried enough.
From their village to Linjiazhuang, it was not easy to push a trolley along the mountain road, and the trip took nearly two hours.
You can imagine how shocking it is to drag a cart out early in the morning and then be returned intact.
But everyone is reluctant to dry the cotton too much, because every time a little more moisture is removed, the weight becomes lighter. Cotton is priced by weight!
Although the peasants in the field have never read a book or know how to read, everyone still has this little cleverness.
Therefore, everyone who comes to sell cotton has their heart in their throats, fearing that they will also be returned and their trip will be in vain.
You can imagine how happy Zhang Sanwang and his family were when they were able to successfully sell cotton during their first trip today.
Just when they packed up the silks happily and called the children to gather and prepare to go home, they suddenly discovered that one child was missing!
After receiving the news, the Linjiazhuang clan members came together and began to look for people separately under the command of Lin Mengbo. With more people and greater strength, they finally dug out the missing child from the cotton pile.
By this time, the child's lips had turned black, he was unconscious, and he was about to die.
Lin Mengbo immediately sent people to Lin Wanwan's house and asked her, the only miracle doctor in the country, to come and save her life.
Saving people is like putting out a fire, and you don't waste a moment.
After receiving the news, Hongyan immediately turned around and went upstairs, knocking on Lin Wanwan's door to ask for help. After a while, the door suddenly opened.
Lin Wanwan with disheveled hair appeared at the door and asked Hongyan what happened and why she knocked on the door so urgently.
"Madam, it's terrible. There is a child over there in the workshop who fell into a pile of cotton. He seems to be dying. Please go and save him!" Hongyan immediately said the important point.
Lin Wanwan was startled when she heard this. She immediately went back to her room, picked up her medicine box and said, "Quickly, go to the workshop!"
It's just that the accident happened so unexpectedly that even Lin Wanwan, who had a golden finger, was unable to save her life.
She really tried her best. The child's respiratory tract had been blocked by cotton for too long, and his brain was severely deprived of oxygen. Even if he was sent to a modern emergency room, he probably wouldn't be able to be rescued. It wasn't that she was slow to save him.
Regarding this, Lin Wanwan, whose medical skills are getting better and better, has a clear judgment in her heart.
When Hongyan knocked on the door, Lin Wanwan was watching a learning video in modern times. She suddenly felt someone calling her in the Tang Dynasty. She quickly opened the space-time door and saw that she heard a rapid knock on the door.
From the time Lin Wanwan sensed the call and returned to the Tang Dynasty, and then ran to the workshop to save people, not much time was lost.
This was the first time Lin Wanwan had a sixth sense about another time and space, and it was very accurate. It may be that the time and space gate has evolved more covertly because she has transported rare animals many times.
It's a pity that she couldn't save this poor child.
In fact, during the modern cotton-picking period, neglected children suffocate and die from cotton clogging their respiratory tracts, which happens every year.
After all, Lin Wanwan was not a real rural person. She lived in a small suburban villa with her grandparents who were demolished at a very young age. She was not aware of these things and did not take preventive measures.
The dead child was the only son of Zhang Sanwang's family, and his pain can be imagined. Several adults blamed each other, and finally they all collapsed in front of the workshop and cried.
The common people of the Tang Dynasty did not have the consciousness of safeguarding their rights. They could not think of asking Lin's workshop for compensation. They just could not accept that their son would be gone after saying goodbye. They patted their thighs on the open space in front of the workshop and cried bitterly. They felt regretful and committed suicide.