Shen Fuling wore it.
The moment I opened my eyes, the back of my head hit the edge of the stove, water leaked from the top of my head, and there was half a bag of moldy rice on the stove. She looked down at her hands - the calluses were incredibly thick, and there was black mud embedded between her nails that couldn't be washed away.
These are not her hands. The last thing she remembered was the scene of turning over reports in the conference room. The coffee cup hit the floor and splashed all over her trouser legs.
Someone kicked the door: "Let's break up! Yi Cheng has been running for three months, and the Yi Station will be laid off next month!"
Qingliu Station is a station on the official road. Three broken houses, two leaky pots, five skinny horses, and seven postmen. The former post manager, Chen Danian, ran away with money and ran away. The post station was rated as "low" by the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the official document for its abolition has been approved. Seven postmen squatted in the yard waiting to die - the youngest, Erniu, whose mother had starved to death last year, didn't know where he would go after withdrawing.
Shen Fuling stood up with support on the stove, flipped through four books of bad books, emptied the stove, and pushed away the warehouse. Then she squatted down and used charcoal to draw an inventory list on the wall: "Don't leave. The accounts will be settled in three days, and you will have food in seven days." No one believed her, but before dark, all seven people stood up - three bags of coarse grains were piled on the wall, two pots were mended, and six quilts were sewn together. Erniu sat on the threshold with hot porridge, his eyes turned red after taking one sip: "Sister-in-law... This porridge is hot."
The next day, Wang Wu, the grain keeper, came in and said, "It's raining too much and I can't walk. Is there any place to rest?" The seven people looked at each other - Yi Cheng ran away, who dared to receive the official? Shen Fuling crossed the threshold: "Yes." It took her three-quarters of an hour to prepare a side room, make up the bedding, and burn the charcoal basin.
