Zhang Yuan held an oil-paper umbrella in front of him and carefully looked for a place to stay. There was no drainage ditch on Sandai Street. When it rained, water accumulated on the street. The creek stones paving the street were uneven. Zhang Yuan looked for those exposed in the rainwater.
The street stones above the water have been trampled on for many years and become smooth, so be careful of slipping——
Taking this kind of road once or twice may be quite interesting, but the degenerates living here obviously don't find it interesting if they come in and out every day, but they are used to it and have nothing to complain about. Even if life is difficult, they have to endure it.
Get through it.
The fallen people were very hard-working, and they were not idle at home on this rainy day. Zhang Yuan walked in slowly, heard the "bang bang" sound of playing cotton, and saw the father and son sitting by the door, making money for the deceased.
I walked into the paper house, smelled the caramel-sweet aroma of boiled caramel, and suddenly heard the melodious and sad sound of the huqin, the sound of the bangu also came in, and there were also the suona and the three-stringed instrument——
"Master, these degenerates are still very happy. They play music, play music, and sing. I heard that the blind master who plays the three-stringed instrument in the dining class is also from Sandai Street."
Little Xinu Wuling thought it was very lively here.
Zhang Yuan knew that this was a music household among the fallen people practicing music. This should be the predecessor of Shaoxing opera and Yue opera. Yue opera was developed by the fallen people of Shaoxing.
A woman wearing black armor stood under the eaves and looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to go out. Zhang Yuan came forward, bowed, and asked: "Excuse me, where does the little girl who often sells oranges in front of Dashan Temple live?"
Over here, that girl’s hair is a little yellow, she’s not that old, and she’s about the same height as me.”
This man who looked like a young master actually bowed to her, which made the woman a little panicked. She didn't understand what Zhang Yuan said, so Zhang Yuan repeated it again, and the woman said: "I don't know if what the young master asked is true or not.
Were you really selling oranges at Dashan Temple a few days ago?"
Zhang Yuandao: "Is that really good at martial arts?"
The woman said: "I don't know about this bitch, but Zhenzhen's father seems to be good at martial arts. People here call him Huang Xulishi."
Zhang Yuan thought: "Huang Xu? That must be it. The fallen girl was bullied and only dared to run away and did not dare to fight back. It can be seen that she rarely shows her skills at ordinary times. Well, Zhenzhen, the name is good, in the dream, Zhenzhen said Zhenzhen
magical--"
After asking about the location of Zhenzhen's house, Zhang Yuan thanked the woman and continued walking deeper into the Fallen Alley with Wu Ling and Neng Zhu.
The woman watched Zhang Yuan and the others walk away, then she held up a broken umbrella and walked towards the alley. Before she reached the alley, she met four men striding over, wearing wide bamboo hats and straw sandals at their feet.
, one person shouted to each other and asked: "That bitch, does that little bitch who sold oranges at Dashan Temple a few days ago live on this street?"
The degenerate woman quickly stepped aside and asked, "Is it true?"
"What's true or false?" The man glared and said, "I'm asking about the little bitch selling oranges, don't you know?"
Seeing the ferocious looks of these four men, the woman did not dare to say anything: "You bitch, I don't know. Let the gentlemen ask others."
The man let out a "hum" and strode past with his three companions. The woman's breasts were wet with the dirty water he stepped on. The woman thought to herself: "These guys are just looking for Zhenzhen. What's wrong with Zhenzhen?"
Really? But the polite young master from before probably didn’t come to trouble Zhenzhen—"
…
Zhang Yuan followed the woman's instructions and found a house with a bamboo sedan in front of the door. The narrow wooden door was tightly closed. Zhang Yuan put away his umbrella and went over to knock on the door. After only two knocks, he heard someone in the house.
Ask: "Who?"
This was exactly the voice of the fallen girl. Zhang Yuan put aside his previous worries. The bullies probably hadn't come to cause trouble yet, so he responded: "It's me, Zhang Jiezi."
Of course, the fallen girl didn't know who Zhang Jiezi was, but the voice sounded familiar. She opened the door with a "squeak" and saw Zhang Yuan standing under the eaves. Her pair of black eyes with blue eyes suddenly stared.
Da, looking very surprised, quickly lowered his head and asked, "Master, what can I do for you? Thank you so much for that day." When she raised her head, her humble expression contained caution and stubbornness, which she didn't know clearly.
What did Zhang Yuan do here? She had been wary of the lahu these past few days. Although she knew that Zhang Yuan was not the same as those lahu, she still felt nervous.
Before Zhang Yuan could answer, he heard a man in the back room ask: "Zhenzhen, who is that?"
The fallen girl named Zhenzhen didn't know how to answer, so she had to say: "Master, my father asked you who you are?"
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "My surname is Zhang Yuan, Zhang Jiezi, and I live over there at Fuxue Palace."
The man in the back room said: "Young master of the Zhang family, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been sick recently and can't do my job. I'll find someone else, I'm sorry -" He coughed violently.
The fallen girl saw Zhang Yuan's slightly frowning expression, and guessed that Zhang Yuan was not here to see her father, so she said softly: "My father is a sedan bearer. He has been ill for several days and cannot go to work - Young Master of the Zhang family,
What are your orders?"
The shabby house is humid and dark. This fallen girl is really wearing a blue and black dress like other fallen girls, but her snow-white face and bright eyes are like white lotuses growing out of the mud. This is what she wears.
True brilliance.
Zhang Yuan raised the tip of his umbrella, dripping water, and said, "It's nothing, I just came to take a look. Those guys didn't come to cause trouble, right?"
The fallen girl said really: "I didn't come. I was really afraid that they would come. My father is sick again - Young Master of the Zhang family, do you want to come in and sit for a while?"
The fallen girl's snow-white cheeks were slightly red, a little shy and a little timid.
There were already people peeking out from the neighbors, and it didn't look good to stand in front of the door. Zhang Yuan said: "Okay." He followed Zhenzhen into the house. The house was low and narrow, with only two rooms inside and outside, and the outside room was the stove for cooking.
There was a square wooden table and a few low stools on the table. Although they were shabby and simple, they were all kept clean and did not look dirty. However, there was a smell of herbs and patients in the room. Zhang Yuan was not satisfied with these.
I'm more sensitive. Well, a small clay pot on the stove is simmering medicine. Is there only two father and daughter in this family? This young girl has to go out to sell oranges and take care of her sick father. Do you know?
It's a tough day -
Obviously there has never been a distinguished guest like Zhang Yuan in this house. The girl really didn't know how to respond to the guests. She clasped her hands behind her back, her face flushed, and she didn't dare to look at Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan reminded her: "Is the medicine boiled?"
Okay?" She said "Ah" as if she had just woken up from a dream, turned around, poured the medicine in the clay pot into a porcelain bowl, held it in her hand and said: "Young master of the Zhang family, let me give it to dad first.
Give me medicine."
Zhang Yuan asked: "What disease does your father have?" He thought to himself that your father, known as Huangxulishi, must be very strong. What disease could have knocked him down?
Zhenzhen looked at the medicinal gas rising in the bowl in his hand and said, "Dad suddenly fell ill. He had a high fever, his whole body turned yellow, and he was also dizzy." A tear fell into the medicine bowl, and he quickly wiped it away.
Zhang Yuan knew some common pathological knowledge and said: "This should be acute jaundice. Where did you ask the doctor to prescribe it?"
Zhenzhen raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise, and asked, "Does the young master know how to treat illnesses?"
Zhang Yuan didn't answer and pointed to the medicine bowl in her hand.
Zhenzhen replied: "This is an herb collected by a neighbor. It is somewhat useful, but the yellow fever just won't go away."
Zhang Yuan knew in his heart that the fallen man's family was poor and could not afford the doctor's consultation fee. He could only eat some herbal medicine at random, carry it and pass it. If he could not carry it, he would die. He thought to himself: "I, Zhang Yuan, am not the savior, but now that I have seen it, I
, then help me, my father is really good at martial arts, and being in the army is better than being a sedan bearer, how can he let him die of illness in this broken house." He said: "Don't take this medicine, will your father still be able to walk?
, follow me to find a doctor."
The fallen girl was really surprised and happy, and called out to the inner room: "Daddy--" She put down the medicine bowl again, jumped into the inner room, and soon helped out a burly man, who was in his thirties.
His face was as pale as gold, and he had a short beard under his chin that was golden in color. He was indeed a man with a yellow beard, but his eyes were sunken, his complexion was sluggish, and he was really seriously ill.
The big man held up his support and said, "Young master of the Zhang family, the villain Mu Jingyan, my father and daughter are very grateful to the young master for your kindness."
Mu Jingyan heard her daughter come back that day and talked about a young master helping her in the mountains behind Dashan Temple. At this time, seeing that Zhang Yuan was only a young man, he was a little relieved. He was afraid that he was coveting his daughter's beauty, and his daughter was still young.
, only fourteen years old this year.
Zhang Yuan saw Mu Jingyan's legs shaking. It was obviously impossible to walk from here to Wulu Bridge and Luyun Valley, so he said: "Zhenzhen, girl, find a neighbor. I have a servant here, two of us."
Use the bamboo sedan outside to carry your father to the doctor."
Mu Zhenzhen said: "I can carry my father on my back."
Just then, I heard a rough voice outside the door shouting: "Mu Zhenzhen, Mu Zhenzhen, that little bitch, come out!"
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I write slowly, you read slowly, don't rush to seek pleasure, what you want is this kind of charm, the care and seriousness of writing in small passages, there are only a handful of them.