The widow felt that the trap she had set had harmed the scholar, and she felt guilty, so she carried the scholar who injured his foot back to her home.
As for the black dog's abnormality, she had long forgotten all about it.
For the first time, Widow Zhang felt that the road home from the sorghum field was so close. She had not had enough of the scholar's smell of books.
The scholar was very tall, and the widow realized that not all scholars were as weak and inexperienced as the nerdy Wang family at the east end of the village.
The widow's private courtyard consisted of two tile-roofed houses and a pigsty. She lived in the east room and the girl lived in the west room.
Without thinking, she helped the scholar into her house.
"Get on the kang." The widow said softly. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, her face turned red to her ears.
No matter what the reason is, a widow brings a man to her house in the middle of the night. It will not sound good if word spreads about it.
The scholar didn't ask any more questions. He didn't seem to have the kind of poor scholarly spirit that always talks about whether men and women are close to each other.
He sat on the kang obediently.
The widow was extremely ashamed. For so many years, no man had sat on her kang except her dead old man.
She went to the well in the courtyard to fetch water and prepared to clean the scholar's wounds. When her fingers touched the cold water, she trembled. She felt itchy in her heart, as if something was about to happen.
She washed her face well with the first bucket of water that came up, and then washed her feet.
Then he got another bucket of water and found some new pieces of cloth and took them back to the house.
The widow was never willing to light an oil lamp, and several times the little girl at home was beaten by her when she lit a lamp at night.
In the widow's mind, the oil lamp has to wait until the New Year before lighting it.
But tonight was slightly different. The widow felt a joy in her heart that she had never experienced before during the holidays.
She took out the dusty oil lamp, wiped it clean with her sleeve, blew a red flame and lit the lamp.
A small amount of light slowly spread in the simple tile house.
She turned her head and saw the scholar's face clearly.
I don't know if it was because of the pain, but the scholar's face looked very pale under the firelight, but this did not affect his heroic spirit at all.
He has frowning brows, starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, and a face like a crown of jade. He is truly a rare and peerless handsome man.
Widow Zhang didn't know where to put her hands, she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at him, her cheeks were burning hot.
She had never seen a man who looked like this. No, not just a man, he was even prettier than all the women she had ever seen. He looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting.
Seeing the widow's embarrassment, the scholar said politely: "Thank you, eldest sister, for saving me. I can't repay you for your kindness."
The widow bit her lower lip lightly and said: "Young Master is too polite. It was the animal trap placed by the slave family that harmed the master. It is not the slave family."
The scholar added: "I really don't want to trouble my eldest sister, but now my hands and feet are inconvenient, so I can't bandage the wound. I hope my eldest sister can help me to the end..."
The scholar's words played into the widow's hands, and she kept saying, "That's natural. The young master just sits there and lets the servants come."
The widow stepped forward, took off the scholar's boots and socks, and rolled up his trousers to expose the wound.
Unlike Zhang Laizi, the scholar's feet did not have that pungent stench, but had a faint smell of rice, and his legs were straight and slender.
Widow Zhang held the scholar's foot and carefully cleaned and bandaged him.
On the surface, things are calm, but in my heart, I'm already in a panic.