Chapter 133 Deathbed Entrustment
Just as the doctor was talking to Feng Si, the old man in dirty clothes, who had been drowsy and unconscious, slowly woke up. It was obvious that he also heard what the doctor said.
However, he did not look particularly sad, as if he had accepted his fate.
His eyes were hidden in deep wrinkles, and now it seems that his vision is not clear.
He looked past Feng Si and towards Shan Li. When he was drowsy, he seemed to see this young man.
Under such circumstances, he was kind-hearted enough to send an old man like me to this pharmacy. So it should be okay for me to beg for help shamelessly.
Shan Li noticed that the old man in dirty clothes was looking at him. He took two steps forward, half-knelt in front of the old man in dirty clothes and asked, "Old man, do you have anything to say?"
The old man in dirty clothes nodded with difficulty, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
The glaring bright red color finally made Feng Si believe what the doctor said.
Shan Li looked at the doctor, his eyes full of questions.
The doctor shook his head and said, "The old man's spleen was kicked, and vomiting blood is one of the symptoms. This kind of bleeding cannot be stopped. So..."
Shan Li took out his handkerchief, wiped the corners of the dirty old man's mouth, and then comforted him, "Old man, please take your time to talk. There is no rush."
The old man in dirty clothes suddenly grabbed Shan Li's hands with both hands.
His hands were very old and rough, with deep wrinkles of black skin. When they were held together with Shan Li's calloused hands, they were still very eye-catching.
''Da···Ishimura···Daliu···Tree···''
After saying these words with difficulty, the old man in dirty clothes vomited another large mouthful of blood.
This blood is more than before.
Shan Li looked into the eyes of the old man in dirty clothes and asked, "Is the home next to the big willow tree in Dashi Village yours?"
The old man in dirty clothes nodded, and he took a few breaths. He felt like he had spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and his chest was no longer so oppressive, and his body felt much better than before.
He looked at the backpack beside the couch and said weakly, "Please... help me take... this... home... I will be cold... Thank you..."
He finally managed to say a few more words, but his body seemed to have reached its limit. Before he could catch his breath, the old man in dirty clothes closed his eyes forever.
The doctor was used to such scenes, but he felt very uncomfortable. After a heavy sigh, he called the boy to help Shan Li and others deal with the rest.
When Feng San found them, he saw Feng Si carrying the old man in dirty clothes on his back, while Shan Li was holding the basket full of bamboo charcoal.
"Master, what are you doing?" Feng San instinctively looked at the person on Feng Si's back and noticed that he was no longer breathing.
"You and Feng Si go to the funeral supplies shop together and buy some things for the old man to use later. We will send him home together later." Shan Li ordered.
"Yes." Feng San and Feng Si had no objection.
The old man carrying dirty clothes went to the funeral shop.
Shan Li found a teahouse to rest and wait for the two of them to finish their business.
While Shan Li was waiting for someone, he was thinking about what happened today.
I haven't been here for a few years, and it feels like this Beishui City has changed a lot.
I wonder if the people in the City Lord’s Mansion know about this change.
Feng San and Feng Si worked quickly and came back pushing a cart in a short while.
The cart was pulling a piece of top-quality coffin. Judging from the workmanship and paint, it should be the best coffin in the store.
"Master, shall we go now? But we just entered the city? How about I go?" Feng San thought that such a small matter could be handled by himself, and the master didn't need to follow him. This trip was for serious business.
Shan Li waved his hand, "Let's go together. We have to wait for news anyway, so this trip won't delay us."
When they returned to the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city were just changing shifts. The soldier who had attacked the old man in dirty clothes happened to come face to face with Shan Li and his group.
He glanced at the coffin on the cart, snorted with disdain, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by another soldier, who told him to walk faster because they were waiting for him.
Feng Si’s fists clenched after seeing this scene.
But I know in my heart that now is not a good time to settle accounts.
Dashi Village is not far from Beishui City. After walking for about half an hour, you can see the village houses.
Due to the cold climate in Beishui City, the harvest from the fields is very limited. Every year, people have to wait until May or June to start turning the soil and planting crops, and they can only grow some cold-resistant and drought-resistant crops.
For example, wheat, oats, leeks, cabbage, etc.
Moreover, it can only be planted for one season, and if it is not well cared for, the harvest will be very limited.
However, because of the cold weather in Beishui City, the furs here are very good. There are endless mountains outside Beishui City, and there live many animals with precious furs.
Therefore, most of the people in Beishui City survived by traveling around and buying and selling furs, rather than living on the land.
People who only own land are basically the poorest people at the bottom of society.
There is indeed a very tall willow tree at the northernmost end of Dashi Village, but at this time, the willow tree still has bare branches and no buds have sprouted.
Not far from the big willow tree, there is a very dilapidated house.
This should be the home of the old man in dirty clothes.
It is now the middle of the afternoon, and people from the village who have been working outside have returned one after another.
Seeing Shan Li and his group walking towards the village, they were all surprised. The people in the village basically knew each other, and these people were clearly unfamiliar faces.
Especially when he saw the coffin being pulled on the cart, he screamed in surprise.
"Who died?"
"I'm not sure, but they looked like they were going to Cheng Laodi's house."
"Could it be that you are too old to be able to do anything?!"
"It's hard to say. This old lady has been ill for a long time. If she really died, it would be normal."
"Let's go, let's go, don't be contaminated by bad luck."
"You're right. I have to go back quickly. It would be unlucky if this person is gone."
The villagers gathered quickly and dispersed just as quickly.
Soon, Shan Li and his group were the only ones left on the road.
When they parked the cart in front of the door of the shabby house, they heard a violent cough coming from inside.