As soon as Huang De Han heard it, he became anxious. How could he go to the hospital with so many goods in his hands?
Indeed, money is not easy to earn.
After the village doctor left, Huang De Han looked around the small courtyard of this rural farmhouse. The yard was well swept, and on the inside corners of the main gate were two neat rows of firewood stacked to a person's height. Against the wall were several lively potted plants.
This place is not bad, Huang De Han looked at the driver and had the intention of getting closer to him. "Master, how should I address you?"
The driver was probably in his fifties and he introduced himself as Da Fu, asking Huang De Han to call him Uncle Fu.
Through their conversation, Huang De Han learned that Da Fu had two sons who had settled down and bought houses in the city. His daughter was also married and currently living in the county town. Now, only he and his wife lived at home.
Huang De Han told Da Fu that he came to visit relatives, but couldn't find them, and ended up spraining his foot.
The simple-minded Da Fu didn't suspect anything and asked him what he planned to do.
"Do you have any rooms in your house?" Huang De Han asked.
"Yes," Da Fu replied.
Huang De Han asked, "Can I stay at your place for a few days? When my leg is almost healed, I will leave. Don't worry, I won't freeload. I'll pay you rent. How about it?"
Upon hearing that there was money to be made, Da Fu was very happy and readily agreed, asking only that Huang De Han give him the money.
When he was about to leave, Huang De Han asked Yi Bing to get him five thousand yuan from his wallet. He gave two thousand to Da Fu, and along with the more than one thousand he had spent the previous day, he now had just over one thousand left in his wallet.
He took out another one thousand yuan from his wallet and handed it to Da Fu. "Uncle Fu, thank you for your hospitality these days. I also need your help to take me to the hospital, okay?"
Da Fu happily took the money and said, "Sure, I'll take you to the hospital now."
Huang De Han looked at the box in his hand and asked, "Where is the room? I'll put my luggage away before I go."
Da Fu pointed to the second room in the house and said, "You can stay in that one. It's my youngest son's room, but he hasn't stayed here for a long time."
"Thank you, Uncle Fu."
Expressing his gratitude, Huang De Han supported himself on a stool and stood up with difficulty.
Seeing that Huang De Han had injured his leg, kind-hearted Da Fu wanted to help him carry the luggage. But before he could even touch the suitcase, Huang De Han nervously hugged it to his chest, as if afraid it would be snatched away, making Da Fu feel embarrassed.
Huang De Han also realized that he was too nervous and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I can handle it myself. Thank you!"
With that, Huang De Han hobbled towards the room, carrying the suitcase.
The room was small and messy, filled with all sorts of clutter. The wooden bed was empty, with nothing on it.
Da Fu came over and said, "I'll have my wife make the bed for you later."
Huang De Han nodded, looked at the door of the room, and asked, "Is there a key for this room?"
Da Fu hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, this room doesn't have a lock."
Huang De Han furrowed his brows. How could he leave the suitcase in the room without locking it?
"Um, can you help me find a lock? You can buy one, and I'll give you the money," Huang De Han said.
Da Fu waved his hand and replied, "No need to buy. I'll find one for you."
With that, Da Fu started rummaging through the room, searching high and low.
Finally, he found an old-fashioned padlock.
The doors in this place were all secured with padlocks.
