Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 427 The Flower of Barrenness (2)

As a result, the little rabbits in the mountains suddenly suffered.

After catching the rabbit, Wangyou dragged her father out to deal with it. Her father was very sensible and led the two siblings to roast the rabbit, then processed the fur for Wangyou to play with.

Although Tian Laosan felt bad, his daughter had brought the rabbit back, so he let her be. Besides, Wangyou didn't pluck all the rabbit's fur off; she only took a portion each time, trimmed it, and the rest was still usable.

But if calligraphy brushes were so easy to make, they wouldn't be so expensive.

So, Wangyou began to mess with the rabbit fur, cutting off a small piece with scissors and then using the small wooden comb made by Tian Laosan to clean the fur little by little.

Then came the cleaning. At first, Wangyou used soapberry water to clean the rabbit fur, but she soon discovered that soapberry water could not completely clean the oil on the rabbit fur. So she scalded it with boiling water and then washed it with soapberry water.

Then, feeling the hairs on her hands become softer, Wangyou tried to make calligraphy brushes. Bamboo was everywhere on the mountain, so it wasn't a big problem.

Fortunately, by sheer accident, Wangyou managed to make a calligraphy brush, although the quality wasn't very good. However, it was enough for Wangyou and Tianye to practice with for fun.

As for the ink, Wangyou didn't have the money to buy it. After thinking it over, while the whole family was out busy, Wangyou and her father scraped the soot off the bottom of the pot.

Then they sifted the soot from the bottom of the pot through a fine sieve again and again, and then the siblings shaped the soot into ink sticks.

As for inkstones, you can just find any stone with a groove on the mountain.

Surprisingly, aside from the ink not being as black, it was actually quite good to use, except that the brush had a rather short lifespan.

Later, when his younger brother was playing in the fields, he accidentally poured wood ash into the basin that Wangyou used to wash rabbit fur. Only then did Wangyou unexpectedly discover that the wood ash water seemed to clean the rabbit fur more effectively.

After countless failures, Wangyou finally made a usable calligraphy brush, so she no longer had to worry about it becoming unusable after only a few days of writing.

Autumn goes and winter comes.

"Cough cough cough!" Suppressed coughing sounds came from the third room from time to time. With the winter wind blowing, Wangyou caught a cold again.

The old lady was heartbroken and sobbing, but when Tian Laosan went to beg for help, the old couple didn't think of not helping him, it was just very painful.

However, the copper coins they gave were just a drop in the bucket.

"Dad, go to town tomorrow and ask how much these two calligraphy brushes can sell for." Wangyou coughed as she took out two calligraphy brushes from her small wooden box. These two brushes were the best she had ever made.

"Okay." Old Man Tian nodded, blaming it on his own incompetence as a father.

"Father, these are ink sticks made by A-Ye. We're selling them to pay for my sister's medical treatment." Tian Ye's tone was tinged with panic.

Looking at the little hands covered in soot from the fields, you could tell that the child had been scraping soot from the bottom of a pot somewhere.

"Okay." Tian Laosan's eyes were filled with tears. He knew that this kind of ink stick was useless, but seeing his son's somewhat panicked expression, Tian Laosan still solemnly accepted it.

Perhaps he himself harbored a sliver of hope.

That night, Wangyou developed a fever again, and the couple were extremely anxious. They dragged the village doctor over overnight and had no choice but to tell him to be taken to the town as soon as possible.

In the middle of the night, Tian Laosan and his wife begged the old couple to give them some money so they could take Wangyou to town for medical treatment.

But everyone knows that seeing a doctor in the village is already expensive enough, and no one knows how much money it would cost to go to the town. Whether it's the eldest son, second son, or fourth son, they all hide in their rooms and pretend to be deaf and blind.

The lights were on in Old Man Tian and Old Woman Tian's house, but no one spoke for a long time. Through the window, you could see the smoke from Old Man Tian puffing on his cigarette.

Seeing this scene, Tian Laosan and Song Shi had no choice but to run out to borrow from others. In the end, the village chief stepped in to help, hitching up an oxcart and taking the whole family to town.

The doctor said it was fortunate that he was brought in early; any later and he would have lost his life.

"Mother, I don't want anything to happen to my sister." Tianye sobbed softly as she looked at the unconscious Wangyou.

"No, your sister will be fine." Madam Song touched Wangyou's forehead; her fever had subsided by now.

As for Tian Laosan, he nervously took out two calligraphy brushes and asked the old doctor to see if they could fetch a good price.

"This pen is well made. If the handle were made of purple bamboo or even better jade, the price would probably be several times higher. Is this your pen?"

"These are the two best ones that we tried to make ourselves."

"If you're going to sell it, sell it to me. This pen isn't that valuable; it's worth two taels of silver." The old doctor also has a grandson who needs to start his education, and this pen is just right for him.

"Thank you!" Old Tian was very excited. Four taels of silver, plus the silver he earned from hunting, was enough to pay for Wangyou's medicine.

"Wangyou, how are you?" Tian Zhuang pulled his father in.

"I'm fine now." Wangyou's face was still a little pale, and her voice was weak.

"Father, quickly ask the doctor how to treat this Wangyou."

"I understand." Tian Zhuang's father was similar to Tian Zhuang, both being somewhat overweight. In order to persuade his father, Tian Zhuang revealed his secret: the reason his studies had progressed so quickly was all thanks to Wang You's tutoring.

After inquiring about Wangyou's situation, Tian Zhuang's father recalled the discussions he had overheard on the way there. He thought that Uncle Tian's family was too indifferent. If they sent good gifts, the third branch of the family probably wouldn't be able to keep their relationship. He suggested buying some nourishing supplements and having Tian Zhuang deliver them to Wangyou every day.

After observing the patients at the clinic for a day, Tian Laosan's family couldn't resist Tian Zhuang's family's hospitality and got into the carriage.

Upon arriving at the Tian family home, Tian Zhuang and his father didn't linger. Now, it was up to them whether Tian Laosan could stand up.

Sure enough, not long after Wangyou and Tianye were sent back to their room, Tian Laosan and Song Shi started arguing.

"Father, Mother, I know you're biased, but I never imagined you could just stand by and watch Wangyou die. Let's separate the family!"

"What did you say? As long as our parents are alive, we won't separate from the family. She's just a little girl, so what if she dies?" Old Mrs. Tian jumped up angrily and started cursing.

“Mother, if we don’t separate the family, none of us will have a good life. I used to think that although you usually favored my eldest brother and fourth brother, you were still pretty good to me. Now, I’ve seen it clearly. My husband and I definitely need to take care of Wangyou’s health. If we don’t separate the family, don’t blame me if this family is in chaos!”

"Third brother, Wangyou's body is a bottomless pit. No matter how much money you spend, you can't cure it. Why bother?" the eldest aunt said coldly.

"Sister-in-law, if you hadn't pushed Ran Niang back then, how could Ran Niang have gone into premature labor, and how could Wang You's body be so weak?" Old Tian's eyes were red with anger.

Seeing Tian Laosan's murderous expression, Aunt Hu cowered and hid behind Tian Laoda.