The Young Husband and His Disabled Son-in-Law

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Yu Nian laughed: "No, I want to say that the room is too messy. I have sorted out some of the medicinal materials, but the rest is still very messy. Now that the weather is cold and there is nothing else to do, tidy it up. You have to take it. Things are very convenient."

Tian Yao breathed a sigh of relief and thought for a moment: "Okay, let's start cleaning it tomorrow."

The room where the debris was stored was once Tian Yao's room where his father and little father passed away. After that, he moved into their original room. The room he lived in was originally a temporary storage place for debris. His father planned to build another room to store those things after a while, but before they could, they left. .

Later, the herbs and rare things that Tian Yao collected were put into this room casually. Later, the piles became more and more, and he had no intention to organize them. Now Yu Nian brought it up, and he also wanted to take care of his parents. Keep the things that are left in order.

Early the next morning, Tian Yao and Yu Nian got up early. It didn't snow today, but it was colder when the snow melted. So they placed a charcoal basin in the storage room, and Hui Hui followed the charcoal basin. , where is the charcoal basin?

The room was not too humid. Tian Yao pushed Yu Nian to the door. The room was indeed full of piles. He first handed the medicinal herbs on the outermost side to Yu Nian. Yu Nian looked at the messy dried herbs inside. , asked him: "Do you know what the effects of these herbs are?"

Tian Yao shook his head: "I don't know. I knew it when it was not dried, but I don't know when it is dried."

"I also found it according to Little Daddy's booklet "?"

Tian Yao snorted: "He was afraid that I wouldn't be able to live well alone, so he drew a lot of them for me in the end."

Yu Nian began to classify his herbs, and Tian Yao continued to look at what else was in the room.

There are also skins in the room that Dad got from hunting before, neatly stacked, with three or four pieces left, one of which he sold earlier.

In a corner of the room, there was another box. Tian Yao couldn't remember what was in it.

He moved the box to the floor of the room, squatted down and opened it. There was already a layer of dust on the box. Tian Yao suddenly remembered that this box seemed to belong to his little dad, but they seemed to have never opened it.

Tian Yao opened the box and found that it was full of pamphlets. He didn't know when his little dad had drawn them. The paper pamphlets were already a little yellowed and looked like they had been there for many years.

Yu Nian also came to him, and Tian Yao showed him one of the volumes. Yu Nian looked at the strange things on it, which could barely be called words, and was confused: "This is?"

"This It seems to be little daddy's notes." Tian Yao simply sat down on the ground and looked through it. He remembered that little daddy had taught him something when he was young, but he had completely forgotten it now.

"It would be nice if I wasn't so playful when I was a child." Tian Yao didn't recognize these words anymore, and could only remember a few of them with his remaining memory.

"What kind of person is your little daddy?" Yu Nian asked him.

Tian Yao held the book in his arms and recalled: "He has always been gentle, but sometimes he would say some strange things, especially in the month after his father passed away. He told me a lot, but I forgot about it."

He looked at Yu Nian: "Can't you understand it?"

Yu Nian shook his head: "I'm sure this is not Dai Yue's text."

"Then this should be something very important to my little daddy. "Tian Yao put down the handkerchief. There were many similar notes with this kind of strange writing on them, so Tian Yao put them aside.

He flipped through the box again and found a small bracelet made of animal teeth inside. Tian Yao held it in his hand, a small string: "This should be something from my childhood."

He turned to a silver lock: "This should be mine too."

The small box contained Tian Yao's happy childhood. He and Yu Nian looked at it for a long time before they finished reading it.

At the end, Tian Yao touched a small purse. The purse was heavy. Tian Yao opened the seal and found a handful of seeds inside.

He didn't expect Yu Nian to recognize what kind of seed it was. After all, Yu Nian was not a farmer before, so asking him would be in vain.

"Yu Nian, when spring comes, shall I plant all these seeds? Just plant them in our vegetable garden."

Yu Nian nodded: "Okay."

Later, when nothing hindered their time, Tian Yao put the animal skins I flipped through it again, planning to take it out to dry when the sun was shining. Yu Nian had divided the medicinal materials into categories and marked them.

Tian Yao picked up a lot of medicinal materials, and the quality was very good. If they were sold to the drug store, they could make a lot of money.

Little daddy's box was cleaned by Tian Yao and moved back to their room. He wanted to try again to see if he could remember what these words meant. Yu Nian was really powerless about this.

Looking at the neat room, Tian Yao patted the dust on his body: "Okay!"

He pushed Yu Nian back into the room, holding the bag of seeds in his hand. He sorted out the same ones, and then asked Yu Nian Nian: "Can this really grow something?"

"I don't know, let's give it a try."

Tian Yao nodded: "Let's pick up a few chicks back in the spring?"

"Okay."

"We'll see you in two days . Are you going to town to buy new year's goods? You also want to buy Spring Festival couplets." Tian Yao looked at him before speaking, "Can you write?"

Judging from the way Yu Nian wrote Zou Zou, he should be able to use a pen, right?

"Just buy red paper, I can write."

Tian Yao's eyes lit up: "Are you good at writing?"

"Yes."

"Then we can write Spring Festival couplets for people in the village. A pair costs one or two cents."

Usually the Spring Festival couplets in Huailing Village were either bought in the town or written by Tian Wen who set up a stall in the village. Tian Yao went to see them and found that the writing was not very good. A pair costs three Wen.

On second thought, he was afraid that Yu Nian had what Tian Wen said was the literary spirit, and felt that exchanging one's talents and knowledge for money was an unspeakable thing: "If you don't want to, we can just write for our own family. "

It's okay, I can write." Yu Nian smiled at him, "There's no reason why you have to bear all the family expenses. It's good that I can do something within my ability to make some money for the family."

Tian Yao then smiled. .

The New Year is getting closer, and it has been snowing for several days. Today, it is rare that the sky is sunny. Tian Yao wrapped the two of them thickly and followed the village chief's ox cart to the town.

After arriving in the town, Tian Yao unloaded Yu Nian's wheelchair and pushed him behind him. Because the Chinese New Year was approaching, the streets in the town were very lively, and the voices of the street vendors were loud. A little bigger.

Tian Yao leaned forward a little: "Yun Nian, what should we buy?"

"Don't you want to buy something?" Yu Nian had never managed the New Year's goods needed for the family at home before, and he had no experience. The new clothes had been made a long time ago, and Aunt Shun still helped sew them. Yu Nian and Tian Yao each had one set.

They didn't want to make the New Year's Eve dinner complicated, they just wanted to eat whatever they wanted, so they wanted to eat Yu Nian's favorite pot. Tian Yao thought about it, and it seemed good for two people to sit around a steaming pot on New Year's Eve.

"Yu Nian, but I heard that people make dumplings during the Chinese New Year." He pushed Yu Nian, and people walking towards him would keep their eyes on Yu Nian, or to be more precise, they would look at the wheelchair under him.

"Can you wrap it up?" Yu Nian asked him with a smile.

Tian Yao shook his head: "Little daddy didn't teach me, and he didn't even give me a brochure to draw."

"Then it won't be included."

They didn't buy anything with any special purpose, so they looked at anything new on the street. Once they saw it, they bought something that Yu Nian was interested in.

Finally, they walked to the literary and ink museum in the town. Tian Yao had something he wanted to buy for Yu Nian, pen and ink.

Tian Yao sometimes sees Yu Nian holding a booklet and writing and drawing on it with his fingertips. If he had pen and ink, he should be able to write what he wants to write. But in this world, pen and ink are the most precious things. He remembered that Tian Liu's family bought pens, inks, paper and inkstones for Tian Wen every year, as well as repairs for the school, which were a lot of expenses.

Tian Yao held his purse and pushed Yu Nian in. The shopkeeper first glanced at Tian Yao and knew that he was a guy who was just looking for food without any ideas, but the one he was pushing was different. At first glance, he seemed to be full of poetry and calligraphy, so he immediately hung up. smile.

"What do you two want to see?"

Tian Yao didn't understand. If it weren't for Yu Nian, he might never have walked into this store in his life.

"Buy some pen and ink for my husband." When Tian Yao saw that Yu Nian didn't speak, he told the shopkeeper.

"As for pens, I have many types here, including purple hair, sheep hair, more expensive ones, and wolf hair, etc. Which kind do you think you need?"

Tian Yao really didn't understand at this point and could only look at Yu Nian.

Yu Nian patted his hand gently: "Just ask for the cheapest one."

The smile on the shopkeeper's face faded a lot, and he said perfunctorily: "That one, the cheapest one, costs five cents each. The cheapest one. Cheap ink costs thirty cents a square."

Tian Yao counted it with his fingers, and then said, "Can it be cheaper if we buy more?"

The shopkeeper was a little unbelievable: "This is already the lowest price, and you can't believe it. If you want me to lower the price, how much do you want to buy?"

"Buy five of the cheapest pens, a Langhao pen with two squares of ink, and a knife of paper."

"Give me a total of half a tael of silver." The shopkeeper didn't want to talk to him. entangled.

Tian Yao still felt it was a bit expensive, so he said, "Then you can give me a few more pens."

Yu Nian just patted his hand gently: "Brother Yao..."

Finally, at Tian Yao's insistence, They spent 500 yuan to buy a Langhao pen, eight Zhuhao pens, and a square of local ink. They even polished it so hard that the shopkeeper gave him a wooden paperweight. It was not very delicate, and there were some scratches on it. It must have been carved by a practicing hand. , it couldn't be sold anyway, so the shopkeeper gave it to him.

"Who do I think you are? You are bargaining in this bookstore. Don't you think your philistine spirit will pollute the aroma of books in this store?"

Tian Yao put the pen and ink on Yu Nian's lap and turned his head. Go and see Tian Wen standing in front of the store: "What the hell are you talking about!"