On the light blue cloth, she painted small white flowers the size of thumbs, with five petals. Each flower looked the same and was equal in size. She started and closed the brush smoothly and evenly distributed. At first glance, it looked like printing and dyeing.
"Mute girl..." Haitang saw the dumb girl's painting and touched a nerve in her heart.
The word "flower cloth" immediately came to my mind.
Haitang heated Mute Girl's dye on a candle so that the painting on the cloth would not fade after being washed.
The mute girl looked at Haitang and smiled, not feeling tired.
Relying on the mute girl to draw such small floral patterns on pieces of cloth, not to mention the time, it would probably break the mute girl's wrists by hand. This is not feasible, but Haitang has other ideas.
After the cloth is delivered tomorrow, Haitang plans to slowly think about it and perfect it before putting it into practice.
After resting for a night, the next morning Lamei and Haitang loaded up the cloth and pushed the cart towards the city.
"The cart Mr. Zhang gave me is more flexible than my two colleagues." Lamei pushed it effortlessly.
"When we get to the delivery place, don't ask too many questions, don't say too much, and don't look too much, remember?" Haitang warned. She knew that the girls who were trying to survive there didn't want others to look at them differently.
, especially with a disdainful eye, it is not easy in every walk of life.
"Where exactly are we going? Sister Haitang has been very secretive about it," Lamei asked.
"It's a place where some beautiful young women show off their laughter." Haitang said euphemistically.
"Ah...oh..." Lamei seemed to understand a little, so she didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them walked for a while and were quite far away from the village, but they had not yet reached the edge of the county town.
This place is quite out of place.
At this time, two young men came over slowly from the opposite side. One of them was supporting the other. It seemed that the one being supported was uncomfortable. He was hunching his waist, holding his stomach, and holding on to his steps, looking heavy and weak.
Walking to a place more than ten meters away from Haitang, the sick man suddenly collapsed.
"Here, help me, please help my brother." Another person shouted, beating his chest on the spot.
"No, let's go over and see if that person will die." The enthusiastic Lamei put down the car and ran over without waiting for Haitang's consent, leaving Haitang and the cart behind.
Haitang pushed the cart forward.
"Girl, please do a good job and save my brother. I don't know what's going on. He said he had a stomachache and suddenly collapsed..." the man said.
I saw my younger brother who was lying down squeaking and wanting to say something, but he couldn't, with a painful expression on his face.
"I don't have any medical skills, so how can I save him? It's better to send him to the doctor as soon as possible." Lamei said sympathetically, "But maybe my sister knows something. Is he poisoned?"
"Sister Haitang, come here quickly, this person is very serious." Lamei greeted.
Haitang looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she put down the car and walked a few meters forward to reach the two people. The sick brother's eyes were half closed and he was shaking all over.
"What should I do? What should I do?" My brother was worried and confused...
"There are no doctors nearby. We have to send him to the county town, where there are good doctors," Lamei said.
"Can you two help him on my back? I'm carrying him. Now he can't walk. I'm just a younger brother. If he has a lot of problems, how can the family survive?" The man choked with sobs.