9 Allergy

After becoming more familiar, Jiāng Jiāyè grew bolder than before. Curiously, he looked at Shěn Qīngyuè’s leg and eagerly wanted to touch it. “Brother, what’s wrong with your leg?”

Shěn Qīngyuè replied, “Call me uncle. It’s poisoned.”

Jiāng Jiāyè blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

Jiāng Zhú was speechless.

Shěn Qīngyuè warned, “Don’t touch it, it’s contagious.”

Frightened, Jiāng Jiāyè immediately stopped moving and turned to Jiāng Zhú. “Was he bitten by a snake?”

Shěn Qīngyuè responded solemnly, “Not a snake. He was bitten by a Five-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python.”

Jiāng Jiāyè was stunned. What on earth was that?

Jiāng Zhú was at a loss again—was this truly some kind of immortal?

Not wanting to hear Shěn Qīngyuè’s tall tales about a giant python that could swallow the sky, block the sun, and eat stars but had just one tiny tooth that precisely bit his leg, Jiāng Zhú fetched the leftover tofu and pancakes and gave Jiāng Jiāyè two pieces of yesterday’s snacks.

Shěn Qīngyuè watched as the child deftly pulled two bamboo leaves aside, flicked off some imaginary dirt, and wrapped the snacks inside.

“Won’t you eat?” Shěn Qīngyuè asked.

“No, I have to share them with Jiā Jùn, Jiā Huì, and Shí Shēng when I get home,” Jiāng Jiāyè said.

“Your siblings?” Shěn Qīngyuè inquired.

“Yes,” Jiāng Jiāyè nodded.

“You’re a good kid then,” Shěn Qīngyuè praised.

Jiāng Jiāyè replied, “Mainly because if my mother finds out I ate them alone, she’ll definitely scold me.”

Shěn Qīngyuè was speechless. A misunderstanding indeed.

Curiously, he asked, “Are you close with your siblings?”

“Who?” Jiāng Jiāyè asked.

“Your brothers and sisters,” Shěn Qīngyuè clarified.

Jiāng Jiāyè puffed out his chest proudly. “Yes! My brother is great at fighting, my sister makes tofu better than my mother, and Shí Shēng is well-behaved and the prettiest girl in the entire village!”

“???” A little girl? Named Shí Shēng? Shěn Qīngyuè doubted his ears. “Your sister’s name is Shí Shēng?”

“Yes.”

“Which ‘Shí,’ which ‘Shēng’?”

“The ‘Shí’ as in stone!”

Shěn Qīngyuè blinked. “Was your sister born from a rock?”

“No, she swore an oath to the big stone at the village entrance as her godfather!” Jiāng Jiāyè said proudly.

Shěn Qīngyuè had heard that in some places children were given godparents not only among people but also among trees, stones, bridges, and so forth, similar to giving them humble nicknames, all for health and safety.

He didn’t press the little girl on why she’d sworn to a stone as godfather but asked curiously, “So, does your village also have someone named Shù Shēng?”

“How do you know that?!” Jiāng Jiāyè exclaimed.

Shěn Qīngyuè clenched his fist silently, pleased with his guess, and smiled lightly, “I know everything.”

Jiāng Jiāyè looked at him with admiration.

Jiāng Zhú packed another basket of bamboo shoots for Jiāng Jiāyè, but the boy refused. “My brother dug bamboo shoots this morning, and my mother told me to help you with work for a while.”

The child wasn’t just talk; he grabbed a wooden basin and a basket, found a shady spot, and began peeling the bamboo shoots.

He clearly was used to working. Though young, he skillfully peeled the shoots with a kitchen knife. He finished one basket before Shěn Qīngyuè’s basket was even half done.

Jiāng Zhú went to fetch water from the kitchen. The uncle and nephew together placed the basket of bamboo shoots into a large pot to boil. Shěn Qīngyuè’s basket was finally nearing completion.

Figuring out how to tidy up the leftover bamboo strips perfectly and weave the basket’s handle was even more challenging.

The idle kid squatted beside Shěn Qīngyuè, supervising. Sometimes he glanced at his leg, sometimes at the basket, and “picked faults”: “If you do it like that, it’ll fall apart.”

Shěn Qīngyuè handed over the basket, “Then you do it.”

Jiāng Jiāyè blinked, clearly unprepared for this move, puzzled for a moment, then shouted for backup, “Uncle!”

Jiāng Zhú hurried from the kitchen to help him finish.

Shěn Qīngyuè realized—

Materials like bamboo strips were like mischievous kids who act wild in front of their parents but behave like obedient lambs under the teacher’s watch.

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Shěn Qīngyuè tried to learn, but his attention drifted and his hands itched—he didn’t want to weave baskets; he wanted to draw.

He wanted to capture Jiāng Zhú’s basket-weaving gestures on paper.

Before Jiāng Zhú finished weaving the basket, Jiāng Jiāyè grew restless. “Uncle, let’s go hunt rabbits in the back mountain!”

“Hunt rabbits?” Shěn Qīngyuè asked.

“Yes! There are rabbits and wild chickens!” Jiāng Jiāyè grinned.

Shěn Qīngyuè poked him with a piece of bamboo strip. “You’re working so hard just to hunt rabbits, huh?”

“Hehe.”

Jiāng Zhú thought for a moment—they were out of meat, only some preserved bacon left, and he wasn’t sure if Shěn Qīngyuè could eat it.

He quickly finished weaving the basket, added a large log to the fire, then grabbed the bow, slingshot, and a patched set of clothes to go with Jiāng Jiāyè to the back mountain.

From their home, going around to the back mountain and a bit further, they passed a swiftly flowing mountain stream. Jiāng Zhú expertly laid the clothes flat in the fast current and weighed them down with stones to prevent them from washing away. By the time they returned from the mountain, the clothes would be roughly cleaned.

This was Jiāng Zhú’s usual way of washing clothes, as long as they weren’t too dirty.

Jiāng Jiāyè found it normal and even thought his uncle was much smarter than his mother or sister.

After all, crouching by the river scrubbing clothes every day was exhausting.

Whether the clothes were truly clean or not wasn’t something his busy little mind considered.

Jiāng Zhú had already made one walking stick; the other was nearly done.

Old bamboo was harder to saw, drill, and shape than young bamboo. They had to try and adjust the height and feel of the walking sticks together. After finishing the first, the second went much faster.

Shěn Qīngyuè tried walking with one in the yard. He had to admit, bamboo was much heavier than alloy.

He recalled that his grandfather’s walking stick had been fairly light.

Maybe Jiāng Zhú had chosen thick, old bamboo for strength.

Either way, walking was much easier now, though the bamboo handle was a bit rough.

After a while, just as Shěn Qīngyuè hesitated about whether to wear a mask and check on the fire in the kitchen, Jiāng Zhú and Jiāng Jiāyè returned carrying bamboo baskets.

Jiāng Jiāyè carried a stick like a rifle, while Jiāng Zhú’s patched clothes were wet and slung over the stick, resembling the banner of a beggar gang.

“Did you catch anything?”

“Rabbits! And chickens!”

Jiāng Zhú put down the basket. Jiāng Jiāyè wanted to show Shěn Qīngyuè the rabbit, but Shěn Qīngyuè quickly stopped him, “Thanks, keep it away—I’m allergic to animal fur, I won’t look.”

“Ah?” The uncle and nephew froze. This was the second time Jiāng Zhú heard about the allergy. Jiāng Jiāyè had never heard of it and asked naïvely, “Allergic? What’s allergic?”

Shěn Qīngyuè explained, “It means if you get too close, you get sick—could die.”

“…” Jiāng Jiāyè’s small head was deeply shocked. He quietly withdrew the rabbit and stared at him in disbelief: That’s way too easy to die!

Jiāng Zhú asked the critical question, “So, can we eat it?”

Shěn Qīngyuè smiled, “Yes! Being allergic to fur has nothing to do with meat.”

That afternoon, they feasted heartily.

Stewed chicken, roasted rabbit, a pot of tofu soup, and a plate of fried tofu.

All three ate greedily, with Jiāng Zhú even finishing an extra pancake.

After eating, they had to slice and dry bamboo shoots.

Jiāng Zhú set down his bowl and chopsticks and went to retrieve the thoroughly boiled bamboo shoots.

Sliced bamboo shoots were laid out to dry completely, so they could be stored for later use or sold.

Shěn Qīngyuè watched Jiāng Zhú and Jiāng Jiāyè cut the shoots, volunteered to help Jiāng Zhú cut some, while Jiāng Jiāyè carried pieces of chicken around to dry.

Together, the three quickly finished slicing and drying a basketful of bamboo shoots on the roof and in the yard.

As the daylight waned, Jiāng Zhú wrapped up the leftover roasted rabbit for Jiāng Jiāyè to take home as a snack and continued helping Shěn Qīngyuè with the walking sticks.

First weaving baskets, then cutting bamboo shoots, Shěn Qīngyuè felt he’d done his fair share of work today and boldly slacked off, pulling out his sketchbook to draw Jiāng Zhú as he worked, asking, “Isn’t there another rabbit? Why not give that one to your nephew?”

Jiāng Zhú replied, “My sister-in-law will bring it back.”

Shěn Qīngyuè was puzzled.

Jiāng Jiāyè, well aware of his mother’s temper, carried the basket down the mountain but didn’t go straight home. Instead, he hid outside the wall, peeking inside, trying to call the youngest sibling Shí Shēng out to bring the food inside.

His mother doted on the youngest and definitely wouldn’t scold her.

He was crouching there, his backside sticking up, when suddenly someone kicked him from behind.

“Ouch!”

Jiāng Jiāyè banged his head against the wall and turned around to see a group of new village troublemakers.

“Ha ha ha!”

“Third Jiang, did you go up the mountain again? What’s that you’re carrying?”

Jiāng Jiāyè kept a straight face and repeated the new phrase he’d learned: “Stay away from me, I’m allergic.”

The kids stared at him, baffled. They didn’t understand what he said but assumed it was an insult.

“Beat him up!”

Realizing he was outnumbered, Jiāng Jiāyè wisely kept his fists down, took a deep breath, and howled, “Brother—someone’s hitting me!!!”

His loud shout stunned the attackers. Seizing their momentary hesitation, Jiāng Jiāyè swiftly grabbed the basket and tried to climb over the wall.

The gang leader, unwilling to tolerate such defiance, shouted angrily, “Catch him!”

But a sharp-eyed follower noticed movement in the yard and suddenly called out, “Run!”

Just then, Jiāng Jùn, who was sweeping the yard, and Lǚ Xiāngméi, grinding soybeans under the grass shed, came out quickly, broom in hand.

“Which little brat hit our Jiāngyè?”

Seeing the adults arrive, even the gang leader Jiāng Hóngliàng had to swallow his anger and fled, shouting behind, “Just you wait!”

Lǚ Xiāngméi retorted, “I’m waiting! If I catch you bullying our Jiāngyè or Shí Shēng again, I’ll wring your neck!”

Jiāng Jiāyè perched atop the wall, silently cheering, “My mother is awesome!”

“Get down quickly! You’re back but not coming inside—what are you showing off out here for?” Lǚ Xiāngméi scolded as she chased away the intruders and turned her ire on Jiāng Jiāyè for his bad habit of wandering outside instead of going home. “Your sister knows to help me work, but you’re such a big boy and just run wild outside!”

Jiāng Jiāyè whined, “I just got to the doorstep.”

Then he caught sight of his sister, and instantly dared to climb down. “Shí Shēng, Uncle brought you snacks and roasted rabbit. Here!”

Neighbor Liáng Yùlán, drawn by the commotion, heard “snacks” and “rabbit” and snorted, slamming her door shut.

Lǚ Xiāngméi glared at the neighbor’s door and then turned back. Jiāng Jiāyè was already gone from the wall. She sighed to the empty air and strode back inside, broom in hand.

Meanwhile, Jiāng Hóngliàng, who had run faster and farther ahead, stopped under the big willow tree in the village, scowling at his useless followers.

“Why did you run? We have so many of us—are you afraid of one fierce woman?”

The followers shook their heads miserably. “Big brother, it’s not the fierce woman.”

“It’s that we’re too slow. She’ll catch us all by the ears and drag us to the adults.”

“Then it won’t be just one fierce woman.”

“There’ll be as many fierce women as there are of us.”

One clever kid added quietly, “Maybe even more—after all, there’s mom, sister, and grandma.”

The group fell silent.

In the quiet, the distant calls of cattle could be heard.

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