"I... I can speak!" Song Juanhua's tears flowed down all of a sudden. The torture of being unable to speak for so many days has been deeply engraved in her heart, making her extremely painful. There is remorse, she regrets that she shouldn't provoke Eleven, she just hopes that time can be reversed. Now she doesn't care about her face at all, as long as she can speak, she can kneel down and kowtow. In the future, she doesn't want to come here anymore, and she doesn't want to meet Eleven again, she will definitely hide away.
Uncle Yang was also very excited. He never knew how painful it was for the husband and wife to not be able to communicate. Because Song Juanhua became mute, the family was in a mess, and the two youngest children were in trouble. His heart was fast. It's broken, it's okay, it's finally back to normal.
Uncle Yang wiped his face and thanked Eleven again, "Thank you, Doctor Eleven, we will never bother you again in the future, don't worry." After speaking, he supported Song Juanhua and left.
Grandpa Yang in the donkey shed turned his head and sighed heavily. For his second son, he was extremely disappointed, "If I could have managed her earlier, would there still be so many things?"
Yang Shifeng didn't respond, and continued to do his woodworking with a blank face.
Eleven didn't say anything when she saw it. She got off the swing and walked into the utility room next to the kitchen, which has now been changed to her medical room.
There are also white walls and shiny floors inside. The original bed was placed against the wall. The sheets and quilts on it were very clean. There was still a smell of sunshine. I knew that it was often taken out for drying. . There is also a shelf next to the bed with a water basin and towels, which can be used to sanitize hands.
On the other side of the wall is a large wooden shelf with three floors in total. There are some sun-dried herbs on it. When I picked it up on Eleven, I saw that these herbs were all the ones that she taught Yang Shifeng to identify. Some of them were used to treat headaches and fever. Some are for stomach upsets. It seemed he remembered it all.
Eleven turned his head around again. Next to the shelf was a large desk. In addition to the basic pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there was a pulse pillow on it. I don't know where this person got it.
This pharmacy has everything that it should have, and it is not worse than the medical clinic she has seen in the city, and the whole room is full of medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel comfortable to treat diseases in it.
Eleven sat behind the desk and watched all this quietly, his heart was full.
In the past life, I was always alone, and I was alone. I have never been treated like this. I always felt that a person was neat and tidy, and that feelings were a waste of time. The warmth, she should thank God for letting her come here and meet Yang Shifeng, this big fool.
"Girl, come out and see the car, it's ready!" At this moment, Grandpa Yang's high voice came from outside.
Eleven immediately stood up and walked out. At a glance, he saw a trolley made in the yard, and it could be used to sit people and pull goods after connecting it behind the donkey.
Grandpa Yang looked very happy. He lifted the handle of the scooter and pushed it forward, "Come on, girl, it's not a problem to pull a dozen people on this scooter."
Although the wheel is made of wood, it is very smooth. When the wheels roll, the sound is very small and smooth, and it looks good. However, Eleven thinks that this bare scooter is not very good, not to mention that it is easy for people to sit on it. If it falls, it is to buy goods. In case of bumps, it is estimated that everything will fall off.
Eleven said: "Grandpa, make a carriage for the car, a carriage like a carriage, so that no one can see what is inside, and it is not easy to fall out when pulling things."
When Grandpa Yang heard this, the movement of pushing the cart stopped, "This is a good idea, let's not say it by adding a shed, so as not to be surrounded by villagers every time I go to town to buy goods, it's not good to ask this or that. .I'll add it here."
Grandpa Yang started immediately. Seeing that he was so interested, Yang Shifeng went with him, turned around and went into the kitchen to cook, while Eleven stayed outside and handed things to Grandpa Yang.
Grandpa Yang used wood to fix upright around the trolley to form a cubic carriage frame, and then dragged out a large tarpaulin from his own room, dark green, "This one is best covered as a carriage, not afraid of rain or rain. After drying, this oilcloth is still in my collection, I didn’t expect it to be used here.”
Eleven helped Grandpa Yang to cover the tarpaulin with one piece, fix the tarpaulin on the wooden strip, and then carefully fix it on the edge of the three weeks, and stuff the extra cloth into the carriage, which formed a tight 's carriage.
"How is it girl?" Grandpa Yang asked with a smile.
Eleven took a few steps back and observed it. He felt that it was very good. It was almost the same as those carriages he saw in the town. He couldn't help but give Grandpa Yang a thumbs up.
Grandpa Yang was even more happy, he immediately pulled the donkey out of the donkey shed, fastened the newly made car to the back of the donkey, then walked around to the donkey, reached out and touched the head of the donkey, "Dude, from now on, our family will Excuse me."
The donkey snorted.
Grandpa Yang laughed loudly, thinking that he agreed, he sat in front of the car, pulled up the rope, and raised his chin toward Eleven, "Come on girl, let's try our donkey cart."
Grandpa Yang looks like a child who is eager to show off to his friends after getting something good. Eleven is happy, and he is happy to show off with Grandpa Yang, so he easily jumped into the car and said in the back: "Okay. Grandpa, let's go."
"Okay—" Grandpa Yang called out, and drove the donkey cart to the gate. He went straight out of the house and ran along the road in the village.
Eleven felt that although this donkey cart was slow, it was quite stable, it was not too bumpy to sit in it, and it was much faster than a human walking even if it was slow. From this point of view, it was very satisfying.
Grandpa Yang made the sound of chasing the donkey, "Dao De". The more he rushes, the more he loves this feeling. He was so satisfied with his donkey cart that he couldn't help saying: "Why didn't I think of it, it's alright, I will rush later. Going to the town with the donkey cart, people are more relaxed, the time will be much faster, and it is convenient for Shi Feng to pick up the goods."
Eleven remembered what Yang Shifeng once said, saying that there is only one car that takes people to the town, but this car does not go to the town every day, and a trip costs a lot of money, and the villagers basically still walk. I went to the town, so I came up with an idea, "Master, anyway, in the future, Shi Feng will often go to the town to pick up goods. When he goes there, the car is empty, and he can also take some villagers to the town and collect some money alone. ."
Grandpa Yang nodded and said, "It's good to bring some people. As for collecting money, wouldn't it be good? Everyone is from the village, so it doesn't matter if you do a favor."
Eleven denied: "If you don't charge money, everyone wants to take the car. There are at most ten people in this car. Who are you taking? It will be lively at that time."
Grandpa Yang suddenly realized, patted his forehead and said: "Yes, it is indeed the case, it is possible to fight at that time, or you have to collect money. But how much? If you charge too much, it will be embarrassing. "
Eleven remembers that it is five cents to take a bus to town, so they should be cheaper, "We can make two cents cheaper, and one trip to three cents, if someone is willing to take it, even if It's okay for no one, it's just incidental anyway, don't rely on this to make money."
Grandpa Yang laughed, "You girl is smart."
Many people in the village just came back from working in the fields. When they saw such a big guy, they naturally wanted to stop and take a good look. When they saw Mr. Yang who was driving the car, everyone asked, "Mr. Yang, this is your donkey cart. I heard that Shi Feng bought a donkey this afternoon, right?"
Grandpa Yang slowed down and said cheerfully, "That's it, isn't it?"
Everyone said it was good, but some people's eyes were hot when they saw it, and they wished they had such a donkey and a car at home.
Grandpa Yang was very excited in his heart, remembering what he just said on November 11, so he said to the people in the same village: "In the future, my family Shifeng will go to the town from time to time to buy goods, and the train on that trip in the morning is empty, if any of you want to take a ride You can go to my house in advance and say, everyone only needs three cents."
When they heard that they wanted money, some people's excitement just dropped a little bit, and they thought they would bring it for free. But after thinking about it, three cents are very cheap. Like the car in the next village, it costs five cents at a time. Now it is two cents less, almost half of it. In the future, if there is a lot of things, walking is really not good, and it is worthwhile to take a bus for three cents.
At the moment, many people were moved, and they all said that if they were to take a car in the future, they must take Yang Shifeng's car.
Grandpa Yang happily drove the car to continue walking, and he went around the village for almost a week, and then he passed the car-driving addiction. He took Eleven home and unloaded the car from the donkey. Donkeys are a burden.
"Yo, isn't this a car? It's so beautiful." A voice came from the door, causing Eleven and Grandpa Yang to look out the door.
Two middle-aged women, one fat and one thin, were coming in from the door with a smile, their eyes glowing as they looked at the cars in the yard.
One of the women pointed to the carriage and asked, "This car still has a carriage, which is exactly the same as the carriage that pulls people in the town. Is your family going to be a donkey carriage?"
Grandpa Yang smiled and said: "Yeah, didn't this buy a donkey, make a car for Shi Feng, and go to the town to buy goods later."
"Old man, your Shi Feng is very promising. Not to mention buying a donkey, and now you have to open a grocery store. This is a lot of money." The woman who spoke was envious and jealous.
Grandpa Yang waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's just children playing around. By the way, his aunt, what are you doing now?"
Among them, the thinner woman said: "Isn't this heard that Shi Feng is going to open a shop? I heard that your house has something for sale now, and my house just happens to be out of salt, so I'll buy some."
The fatter one also followed: "My boss heard that Shi Feng has tea here for me to buy some. My uncle will accompany my girl back tomorrow and is going to buy some tea to entertain guests."
Grandpa Yang felt happy when he heard the words. The business came to the door before it even opened, which is a good sign! Immediately, he shouted into the kitchen: "Shi Feng, your two aunts want to buy something, come out and pack some for them."
Yang Shifeng heard Grandpa Yang's shout and quickly wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen. He saw the two aunts in the village and knew what was going on. He brought people into the main room, took out the salt and tea that he brought back, and took another He came out with the oiled paper to put things in, and asked, "Aunt Cao, how much salt do you want?"
Aunt Cao first looked at the quality of the salt, and found that the salt was white and fine. She was satisfied, and immediately said, "Give me a pound first, and I'll buy it after I finish eating it."
Grandpa Yang had already brought the weighing scale at home at this time. He did not let Yang Shifeng do it. He directly spread the oiled paper on the weighing plate, scooped a large spoonful of salt with a large spoon and put it on it, then picked up the rope on the weighing rod, and the other Move the scale with only one hand until the scale is balanced.
"Shi Feng fills in a little more, it's still two or two."
Yang Shifeng estimated that he dug out two taels with a spoon and put them on the oiled paper. It was just enough to weigh, and there was still a little bit more. Yang Shifeng didn't remove it, so he wrapped it up according to a pound and handed it to Aunt Cao, "Aunt, this is a pound. salt."
Aunt Cao has been staring at her, but just now she clearly saw that she weighed a little more salt. Although it is not a big deal to say that it is too much, she feels at ease in her heart. She feels that Yang Shifeng is doing business sincerely, and secretly wants to come here next time to buy it. .
Aunt Cao gave the money, and another Aunt Feng, who was waiting on the side, said, "Bring me two taels of tea. My family will treat guests tomorrow."
Yang Shifeng swiftly weighed two taels out, but he still weighed only a little more or less, which made people very satisfied, and happily took the things and left.
Grandpa Yang smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, he packed the package of salt and tea by himself, and said, "I'm relieved now, our business will not be bad."
Yang Shifeng saw that his grandfather was so happy, with a smile in his eyes, and went into the kitchen to cook again.
Eleven sat at the table and watched Grandpa Yang packing the package. He felt that it was too troublesome to untie and fasten the package, so he said, "Grandpa, we will bring various other things into our house in the future. It's inconvenient, it's a lot of trouble to pack it, why don't you make some wooden boxes with lids, put these things in, cover them with the lids when not in use, and just lift the lids when you use them. , convenient and beautiful.”
Grandpa Yang thought for a while and said, "That's fine. It's really not convenient to use a package. I don't have anything to do anyway. I'll let Shi Feng go to the mountain to cut some trees, and when the shelves and counters are ready, I'll make a box. "
Yang Shifeng came out of the kitchen carrying the vegetables, heard the conversation between the two of them, and said: "Master, I will find Zhuzi and me to go to the mountain tomorrow to cut trees, be more difficult, and then I will make it with you, you make the shelf, I will come To make a counter, I estimate that it will only take three days to complete, and then we will spend another day making some boxes."
Grandpa Yang agreed with this practice. It can even be said that he could not be idle for a moment. He hurriedly finished dinner and took the wood into the house. He insisted on doing the work for more than an hour while the lights were on.
Yang Shifeng had no choice, so he had no choice but to accompany Grandpa Yang with the tools, and said to Eleven, "I've boiled the water, you go to wash and sleep first."
I have just finished dinner now, Eleven can't sleep, shaking his head, "I don't want to sleep now, I'll go later."
Yang Shifeng saw the sky was really early, so he didn't say anything, just let her sit here and watch.
Eleven saw that Yang Shifeng and Grandpa Yang worked so hard, they were so concerned about this matter, they felt that they should also do something and work hard together, so after thinking about it carefully, he said to Yang Shifeng: "Do something for me. A wooden sign, it's almost as wide and tall as it is."
Eleven gave him a size comparison.
Yang Shifeng didn't ask her what she wanted to do, and quickly sawed a few wooden signs with a saw and gave them to her.
Eleven put the wooden sign on the table, took out the pen and ink from the room, polished a little ink, and then wrote on the wooden sign with a brush: rice, ten cents per pound; salt, three cents per pound; Tea, one tael per ten...
Eleven wanted to make a price tag for each thing, to sell things with a clear price tag, and to make it clear how much it was, so that others would be convinced. Although most of the people in the village are illiterate, they still understand a little bit of basic numbers, and if you read them for a long time, everyone will recognize the numbers, which will be the same as the shops in the town.
Grandpa Yang saw Eleven buried his head in writing, and then glanced at his grandson. His eyes were full of smiles, and he was working even harder. He felt that he was full of energy.
I hope he can see his great-grandson in front of his eyes.