Yuan Qiu shrugged, pointed to the clothes on his body and said, "If you are not a rich man, can you afford this fifty taels of silver per foot of Shuiyun brocade?"
The man laughed, looked at his dirty and worn clothes, and said, "You do have a good sense. How could you, a farm girl, know that this is Shuiyun Jin?"
Of course she knew that the old lady in the Pingtung County Magistrate's Mansion was wearing clothes made of this kind of material. At that time, she really heard it in the courtyard. The maid praised the old lady for looking good in the newly made clothes. Clothes made of Shuiyun Brocade were so beautiful. It takes someone with a noble bearing like an old lady to dress well.
At that time, she deliberately took a second look, and then she recognized the difference between Shuiyun brocade and ordinary brocade.
Of course, there was no need for her to say these things to a stranger.
Seeing that the man always only used one hand to eat while the other hand was hanging motionless by the side, she asked, "Is your hand dislocated?"
The man raised his eyebrows: "Can you see this?"
Hearing this, Yuan Hao quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and continued: "My sister has medical skills, of course you can see it. Let alone my sister, even I can see it. It must be very painful, right?" Little Fatty Last Year He fell from the tree and ended up like this. The doctor who was called in said that Xiaopang's arm was dislocated.
The man's eyes were slightly bright, and his eyes fixed on Yuan Qiu were full of expectation: "Is what your brother said true? Is this girl really good at medicine?"
Yuan Qiu put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and walked to the man's side. He shook his head and said, "Looking at your broken arm really affects my appetite." As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the man's arm without even saying hello. After twisting and pushing back, there was a click and the wrong bone was reset.
Before the man could even cry out in pain, his arm was connected and his left hand regained consciousness instantly.
Yuan Qiu found another piece of cloth, hung the man's arm on his chest, and told him not to use this arm for at least seven days.
The man obviously resisted hanging his arms on his chest, but he could only give up because of Yuan Qiu's threat.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
She raised her eyes and glanced at him, then said calmly: "Xia Yuanqiu, what about you?"
He hesitated a little, not as straightforward as Yuan Qiu: "My name is Zimo, Xia Zimo."
Yuan Qiu obviously didn't believe it: "Your surname is Xia too?" Although he didn't believe it, knowing that he didn't tell his real name, he didn't blame him. It was human nature to use a false name when walking in the world and being pursued by enemies.
The man grinned: "You can have a surname of Xia, and so can I."
Yuan Qiu shrugged and said it didn't matter. He could use whatever surname he wanted: "I see that you have nothing but a little skin injury. Let's go tonight when the night is dark and the wind is high."
The man's smile narrowed slightly, and he suddenly hugged his arms and said with a sad face: "It hurts, it hurts so much, my hands hurt so much, and my legs hurt too. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk far. If I were caught near here, what would you do today?" Didn’t you just save my life in vain?”
Yuan Qiu put down the bowls and chopsticks, crossed his arms and looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes: "Then what do you want to do?"
"It's easy. Let me stay here for a while. It won't be too late to leave after I recover. Don't worry, even if you catch me, I will never betray you."
He said this as if they had committed some serious crime and needed his help to hide it. Yuan Qiu stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly said: "You can stay in my house, but my house is not for free. You have to help." Work.”
Xia Zimo nodded quickly: "Of course. How can I live and eat for free as a big man? But I'm injured now, so I'm afraid I can't be of much help, hehe."