Du Heng took out the embroidery needle from the pocket in the house. He had seen people in the village use this pick to pierce the thin thorns into the flesh under the Taiyang Dam.
"Where is it stuck, I will pick it for you."
He looked at Qin Xiaoman's hands, which had turned yellow from years of hard work, and there were more calluses on the palms than on his hands.
I saw that there were fine thorns and black spots on the back of his hands and fingers, except for the new ones today, there were also thorns that got in at some time, and they had already grown into the flesh.
"Can you pick them out?"
Qin Xiaoman looked at the silver embroidery needle, not afraid of being pricked, but a little unbelievable that Du Heng would be so meticulous.
"The writing hand is still quite steady, so it should be fine."
Du Heng didn't pick the thorns before, but he couldn't just let the thorns stay on his hand, it was itchy and painful, and if it grows in the flesh for a long time, it would be prone to inflammation and infection.
Qin Xiaoman nodded, it was really uncomfortable to have a thorn in his finger, seeing that Du Heng was willing to give him a thorn, he put his hand into Du Heng's palm immediately.
Touching the warm and rough fingers, Du Heng felt a strange touch, completely different from the feeling of his left hand touching his right hand. His ears turned red, and he quickly lowered his head to look at the thorn to hide his panic.
"hiss!"
Qin Xiaoman shrank his fingers subconsciously, Du Heng raised his head, and looked at him awkwardly: "Sorry, I'll be gentle."
"Are you hot?"
"ah?"
"The face is like a monkey's butt."
Du Heng coughed dryly: "It's a little hot when I'm full."
Qin Xiaoman rolled his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and put his hand back.
Du Heng took a deep breath, held the silver needle firmly, poked open the flesh first, and then picked out the thorn.
The small thorns are not too deep, and can be removed by breaking the skin without bleeding.
Qin Xiaoman lowered his eyes to look at the man who was holding his hand and was serious, like a master doing wood carving work.
He pursed his lips, this man was so pretty even frowning.
In the future, their children will definitely be good-looking, so they won't have to worry about finding a good family.
It's so beautiful, it can't be ruined, and I have to have a few more children...
Although Qin Xiaoman didn't move, Du Heng held his breath and picked out several ones in a row, and he was relieved that he didn't hurt Qin Xiaoman anymore.
"Okay, is there any more?"
"It's best to have three."
"ah!?"
Qin Xiaoman came back to his senses: "Oh, it's done."
He rubbed his hands like washing his hands, and there was no more pain and itching in the friction, and he smiled.
It can be regarded as no such trivial discomfort: "You are so kind!"
Du Heng smiled and withdrew the needle, feeling that the child was so easy to be satisfied: "Is this all right?"
"Of course." Qin Xiaoman learned to say polite words happily: "Thank you, Mr.!"
Du Heng looked at the man smiling at him with his chin up, coughed dryly, turned his face away, and lowered his voice: "Don't shout."
Qin Xiaoman raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said unhappily: "What are you shouting about, if you don't call your husband and a lame!"
Du Heng didn't respond to anyone who suddenly exploded, and stood up in an emergency: "I'll put the needle."
Qin Xiaoman also stood up, and violently snatched the embroidery needle from Du Heng's hand: "Who wants you to put it?"
Hearing someone snorted, he went to the main room angrily, Du Heng watched helplessly as he went in, and didn't come out for a while.
He expected to be playing his temper, so he didn't go in to touch the mold, and threw the processed chestnuts into the pot to cook.
After the chestnuts were cooked, Du Heng picked up the pot and let the chestnuts dry. They will be very sweet and soft when they are fried again tomorrow.
He tidied up the kitchen, brought the brazier into his bedroom to warm the room first, and went to scoop up water to soak his feet. Seeing that Qin Xiaoman hadn't come out of his room, he called out: "Xiaoman, do you want to burn your feet?"
Although I have taken a bath, it will be warmer to soak my feet before going to bed.
No one agreed for a long time, Du Heng thought maybe he was still angry.
He got up and was going to take a look, the child was too angry.
Du Heng knocked on the half-closed door, but no one answered: "If you don't speak, then I'll come in."
He limped in and saw the person lying on the bed. The quilt was not covered, and he had fallen asleep lying on the quilt, with his feet still hanging from the edge of the bed.
Du Heng shook his head, carefully took off Qin Xiaoman's shoes, and moved him to the bed.
It must be because I was tired from going up the mountain today, and my stomach was full at night, and it was true that I was prone to sleepiness, and he didn't wake up when Du Heng moved.
He covered the person who was angry for less than a quarter of an hour with the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and bent over to fold the quilt for him sideways, Qin Xiaoman opened his eyes in a daze, and glanced at the hunched-backed person beside the bed .
"Father, my feet are cold..."
Du Heng froze for a moment, then looked back at Qin Xiaoman on the bed, with only a gap in his eyes.
"Cold feet..."
Du Heng listened to the confused words, and patted Qin Xiaoman lightly through the quilt: "I'll fill you with soup later, go to sleep."
As if listening to the words, Qin Xiaoman muttered and moved his body: "Give one to my husband as well."
Du Heng's brows moved slightly, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything, he turned to tuck Qin Xiaoman's quilt again, and then went to the kitchen to fetch water for the old lady.
After feeding Mrs. Tang, Du Heng brought Qin Xiaoman another pot of charcoal fire and put it in the room. After closing the window, he went out and closed the door.
After being tossed, the water for soaking feet is not very hot.
He just washed it, took off his shoes, and saw that his injured foot was not in the normal curve, and a lump protruded from the ankle, which was still hard to the touch, as if the bones were misplaced.
I don't know if it can be cured.
If it was modern medical care, he would not be so worried, but the medical conditions in this era are really worrying.
Rather than being a cripple, he certainly hopes to get better, not only to be looked at by others, but also to make life difficult with inconvenient legs and feet.
He soaked his feet in the water and felt much better.
This foot was fine before, if it wasn't for being beaten for fighting for food, it wouldn't be lame.
How difficult the days of begging were, everything was still vivid in his mind, he raised his head and sighed.
The next day, Du Heng got up early.
It's not raining anymore, but it's still foggy and gray outside at night when the winter dawns.
Qin Xiaoman has gone out again.
Farmers are used to getting up early to do work. This is a habit left by the hot weather in summer. They usually go out to work before dawn in the morning, and go home for breakfast after the sun rises.
If you get up late, you have to be exposed to the sun.
Du Heng didn't find anyone in the house, so he consciously went into the kitchen.
The shredded pork with pickled vegetables was not finished last night, so Du Heng rubbed it with flour and some noodles, boiled the water and waited for Qin Xiaoman to come back to cook.
But waited until it was dawn and no one came back. Du Heng had already heard the animals in the pen barking. He let the poultry out and sprinkled the food, and wanted to cook the pig food, but there was no pigweed at home. up.
Presumably Qin Xiaoman went out early in the morning to mow the grass.
In this way, we can only wait for someone to come back.
Thinking about what to do, he kicked the wooden basin by his feet, and looked down to see that in the wooden basin were the clothes Qin Xiaoman had changed from taking a shower yesterday.
Du Heng stood aside, looking at the clothes soaked in water and saponins.
...Isn't it necessary to wash his clothes...
Wash your own clothes yourself!
If you wash his clothes, doesn't that mean... Du Heng walked a few steps away, what does that mean?
It's a very common thing to do laundry, but he has done it himself too.
Du Heng gave a dry cough. It is not easy to dry clothes in winter. If you don't wash them and dry them before it rains, you won't be able to change them.
Besides, it's okay for the elders to wash the clothes for the younger ones.
Du Heng went to add a ladle of hot water, sat in front of the tub and rubbed his clothes.
This guy was still climbing trees in the rain yesterday, and his clothes were not only wet, but also dirty. He had worn the clothes he had been wearing for a long time, and had already had two patches.
Du Heng rubbed it for a long time before he wiped off the stained moss. He twisted up the clothes and threw them into the bucket. He was about to wash his trousers when he saw a pair of white shorts floating in the basin.
"..."
Du Heng looked at the sewage in the basin, and quickly picked up the shorts with quick eyes and hands. Looking at the shorts twirled by his fingers, Du Heng felt hot when he looked at them.
He turned his eyes away and quickly stuffed his pants into the bucket, ready to deal with the matter, but when he glanced at the sewage in the basin, he couldn't help frowning.
Sighing, he finally scooped up hot water to soak the shorts on his own.
He rubbed his pants with his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether it was the water vapor that made his face red, or his own redness...
When Qin Xiaoman came back from outside with a big basket of pigweed on his back, Du Heng was frying chestnuts in the house.
He was carrying a pannier that was three times bigger than himself, and his waist was bent into a ripe rice plant under the weight of the sharp pigweed.
"I'm back!"
Du Heng heard the voice coming out of the kitchen, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Why are you carrying so much!"
After unloading the basket, Qin Xiaoman rubbed his shoulders, and said triumphantly: "I went up the mountain yesterday and saw a lot of weeds that pigs can eat, so I went to cut them early this morning."
"There's not much pig food in the field. If we don't cut some weeds and feed them together, then there won't be enough pig food this winter."
Du Heng said: "Didn't many people have to slaughter pigs during the Chinese New Year? If there is not enough food for the pigs, they should be slaughtered."
Qin Xiaoman laughed: "You have been thinking about slaughtering pigs during the Chinese New Year, but even if the adult pig is slaughtered, you still have to buy piglets to keep it."
As soon as the words fell, a drop of water fell on Qin Xiaoman's forehead. He wiped his forehead and raised his head, and saw the clothes he changed last night were hanging on the clothesline under the eaves.
He opened his eyes: "Did you wash my clothes?"
"It stinks after soaking for a long time, so I just washed it with hot water."
Qin Xiaoman laughed happily: "You are so virtuous!"
Du Heng didn't care if the word was applied to himself. He looked at the young man who was in a good mood and was about to enter the kitchen while stroking his stomach: "What do you eat for breakfast? Did you warm up the shredded pork last night? I still want to eat it!"
"Little Man."
Du Heng still stopped him.
Qin Xiaoman turned around: "What's wrong?"
Du Heng paused slightly, and pointed to the shorts that were hanging out with his index finger: "From now on, you can wash these yourself."
Qin Xiaoman frowned, and blurted out that he washed all the excess, what's wrong with washing a little more fabric!
But he was very happy to hear that Du Heng's words meant that everything else should be washed with him, so he put on a gentle tone: "Well, I will wash it if I wash it."
"Hurry up, I'm so hungry, eat!"
"Um……"
Qin Xiaoman looked at Du Heng and grabbed his wrist: "What's wrong?"
Du Heng was a little hard to speak, but thinking that Qin Xiaoman's father had passed away early, he was afraid that no one would teach him many things, so he said: "Don't soak in dirty clothes in the future, wash them with hot water when you take a bath, and hang them in the sun to dry." Dry."
"……Why?"
"Just listen to me."
Qin Xiaoman frowned, then pursed his lips and smiled again.
It's only been a few days, but I can play a man's domineering.
He smiled and followed Du Heng's buttocks: "Listen to your husband."