Xiuzhi burst into tears. Once upon a time, Xiuzhi was a girl from a well-to-do family. Her family had no worries about food and clothing, and she was raised by her parents. Now she is reduced to a beggar. But there is no other way. The children are waiting.

Save lives with food.

"Yeah." Xiuzhi wiped her tears with her sleeves and reached out to take Shanhe: "I'll carry Liu there, otherwise I'm afraid they won't give it to me."

"Ask Ernie, Xiaosi, and Xiaowu to follow." Wang Youyuan also knew how to win people's sympathy.

When Xiuzhi held Xiaoliu and led the three children into the village with a bowl, she looked around at this house and that house, and finally selected a house and stood in front of the door, but she couldn't bring herself to knock on the door.

, Xiuzhi looked at Yue'e and put her hand on Yue'e's shoulder: "Erni, go knock on the door."

Yue'e knocked obediently, and the sound was as low as the call of a house sparrow.

"Try harder, otherwise people won't hear you."

Yue'e knocked hard a few more times and finally heard movement coming from inside.

"Who is it?" Then I heard the sound of the door being opened, and a kind-hearted old man looked out in confusion.

"Auntie..." When Xiuzhi saw the old man, she had so much to say that she didn't know where to start. Tears streamed down her face: "Auntie, the child is sick and has nothing to eat, wuwuwu."

The old man suddenly understood: "I'm begging for food. I'm so pitiful. Just wait. I've just burned myself to death. Give the child a drink first." The old man took the bowl from Yue'e's hand and went back to the house.

After a while, the old man came out carrying two large bowls full of confusion, followed by a young wife and a girl, who seemed to be the old man's daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

"Thank you, aunt. Thank you, aunt." Xiuzhi quickly took the bowl and thanked her.

"Thank you. No one is in trouble. It's a good thing to help." The daughter-in-law said and handed over a wooden spoon: "Sister, give the child something to drink first, and put it on the table."

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are these children your own?"

"Well, my family is poor and has many children. We don't have any food at home. The child's father said that he would go to Shangqiu to see if he could find a way to survive. Then, halfway through, the youngest fell ill and had no money to get medicine.

Even drinking some herbal medicine didn't work. There was no food in the child's stomach and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on. I had no choice but to beg for food. It's a shame that I met you kind people. Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done."

"Sit down and talk." The old lady patted the threshold, handed the other bowl to Yue'e, turned around and entered the house again.

Yue'e took the bowl and brought it to Shanling and Shanzhuang's mouth first, "Brother, drink it, be careful not to burn it."

After the two brothers each took a sip, Yue'e carefully took a sip along the edge of the bowl. Suddenly, the aroma of food burst out along her taste buds. She couldn't help but take another sip, and looked up at her two brothers with envy.

Looking at himself, he quickly handed it to his younger brother, feeding the two of them one mouthful at a time, and drank up a large bowl of porridge in a short while.

Yue'e swallowed her saliva and waited for her brother to finish the drink. She took the empty bowl and licked the remaining paste clean. However, she saw the old lady's granddaughter looking at her and she put the bowl down in embarrassment.

Xiuzhi carefully fed Shanhe with a wooden spoon, and Shanhe drank it in small sips. After drinking half the bowl, she closed her mouth and stopped drinking. She kept pushing the spoon: "Mom, drink."

"Look at how sensible this kid is. He already knows how much he loves his mother at such a young age. How old is he?" the little daughter-in-law said with a smile.

"One lifetime (that is, one year) is too much."

At this time, the old lady brought another bowl of raw cornmeal and poured it into Yue'e's empty bowl: "Take this little flour and cook it for the child for two meals. Where is the child's father?"

"Thank you, auntie. His father's earthen house is in the west end of the village. I don't know whose house it belongs to in your village. It's empty and has no door. We'll spend the night together and leave tomorrow."

"There is no one in that room! The laborer and the child were taken away by the strong man, and the remaining old lady has been gone for two years. This world is evil."

"Yes, ma'am, when did this world end? There are wars every day. It turns out we were fighting the Japanese. The Japanese finally managed to escape, and then we fought with our own people."

"Yes, it's not easy." The old lady sighed.

A bright moon slowly climbed above the head, shining brightly on the dirt road in the village. Xiuzhi thanked the kind family again and again, and returned to the earthen house under the moonlight.

Shanhe's medicine has been boiled, and pumpkin and edamame grains are being cooked in the pot. Xiuzhi pours the paste left over from Shanhe's drink into the pumpkin rice. Although there is little paste, it is food at least.

"Mom." Dani called out: "The food is ready now, you have a rest first, I will feed my brother some medicine."

"Where is your father?" Xiuzhi asked without seeing Wang Youyuan.

"Dad is addicted to smoking again and is lying on the earthen bed."

Xiuzhi looked into the room and said, "I'll feed it. You can put the stick noodles in Erni's bowl in a cloth bag and keep it for your brother to make a paste for."

"Well, mother, how is my brother?" Yue Ya took the bowl from her sister and looked at her brother.

"I drank half a bowl of rice, and I feel a little better. Just now, I was told to drink some glutinous rice." Xiuzhi said, picking up the medicine bowl, sitting directly on the earthen platform in front of the door, and looked at the moon while coaxing the mountains and rivers.

Drink medicine.

The thin and frail Shanhe blinked his black and white eyes, chewed his thumb in his mouth, and his face turned yellow due to diarrhea and dehydration.

"My son has taken the medicine. After drinking it, we will no longer have diarrhea and stomach pain." Xiuzhi carefully scooped up a spoonful of medicine, tested the temperature with her lips, and lovingly took out Shanhe's fingers.

, and poured the medicine into Shanhe’s mouth.

As soon as the bitter potion entered his mouth, Shanhe's little brows immediately wrinkled, he looked at his mother with an angry look, and pushed it out with his tongue.

Seeing that the child didn't want to drink it, Xiuzhi quickly scooped up another spoonful and blew it to cool it. She gently pressed Shanhe's little tongue with the spoon and tilted it slightly, letting the medicine flow down the tongue. She fed and coaxed: "My son is good, drink it."

Medicine."

Shanhe tried his best to resist, shaking his little head from side to side, and the medicine dripped down his cheeks.

Seeing that the potion, which was originally ineffective, could not be fed, Xiuzhi became very worried and threatened Shan Hedao: "If you don't drink it well, your father will beat you up when he sees it."

"Well, dad, fight!" Shanzhuang, who was leaning next to Xiuzhi and watching his brother drink the medicine, said, "Drink the medicine and eat the candy."

As soon as he heard that there was candy to eat, Shanhe, who was already listless, his eyes lit up and he swallowed a big mouthful.

After successfully finishing the bowl of medicine, Xiuzhi popped out a piece of pumpkin from the rice bowl brought by Yue Ya and said, "My son, I've eaten candy."

Fortunately, this pumpkin is sweet and floury. Eating this pumpkin after just drinking the bitter potion is almost like eating candy.

Shanhe gradually fell asleep after eating and drinking. Xiuzhi placed him on the earthen bed and covered him gently with a quilt.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Xiuzhi pushed Wang Youyuan's shoulder and whispered.

"Is the meal ready?" Wang Youyuan jumped up.

"Keep your voice down, Liu Gang fell asleep."

"How's six?"

"I drank half a bowl of glutinous rice paste, and just drank a bowl of medicine. I also ate several pieces of pumpkin. I seem to be feeling better."

"It's good if you can eat it. If you can't eat it, it won't be bearable even for adults, let alone the children of Liu's lifetime."

"Dad, let's eat." Yueya handed a bowl of pumpkin to her father.

Wang Youyuan took the bowl and drank, but he heard the familiar sound of a child's diarrhea. He quickly placed the bowl on the edge of the kang, lifted up the quilt, skillfully picked up Shanhe's little feet, and pulled out the mustard seeds from the pads.

"Ouch, why did you poop again? It's a lot!" Xiuzhi said anxiously as she took the mustard seeds.

"Don't say anything yet. I'll take his pulse." Wang Youyuan took Shan He's pulse and looked at Shan He's face in the moonlight that came in.

Shan He was unconscious and still asleep, his little belly rising and falling shallowly with his breathing.

After a while, Wang Youyuan took off his hand.

"How is his father?" Xiuzhi asked.

"Let's wait and see. I've eaten and taken the medicine. There's nothing I can do now. I'll see if I can stop it in the middle of the night." Wang Youyuan hammered his head helplessly.

At night, the whole family is lying on the earthen kang. Xiuzhi holds Shanhe in her arms, always paying attention to the child's condition. Perhaps Shanhe's stomach can't stand it after eating too much at night, or maybe Shanhe has had diarrhea before. The effect of herbal medicines

There was no relief at all, and Shanhe still had uncontrollable diarrhea. Wang Youyuan fried a pot of sand and soil and put it under Shanhe's buttocks. As soon as Shanhe finished pulling, he immediately replaced the old soil with new soil.

Shan He finally stopped breathing in the second half of the night, but his breathing became shallower and shallower. He couldn't wake up even if he shouted, and he didn't even open his mouth when he was fed water. He just lay motionless and unconscious. Wang Youyuan felt the more and more pain with one hand from time to time.

With his pulse getting weaker and weaker and almost impossible to check, he massaged the Xia Li point at the foot of Shanhe with one hand, and the sudden sweat slid down the tip of his tall nose, and finally... he lowered his head in despair.

"His father?" Xiuzhi had a bad premonition at this moment. She hugged Shanhe in her arms and asked Wang Youyuan with hope: "Liu is going to get better now."

Wang Youyuan's heart was filled with regret at this moment. His youngest son, whom he loved the most, was about to leave. As a doctor from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, he had saved many sick children when others were at risk of life and death. He had also witnessed the separation of life and death many times. As for life,

He always thought he was relatively indifferent to death, but at this moment, he was powerless in front of his own child. This feeling of powerlessness was like a whip with thorns, hitting his heart one after another, like blood dripping.

, the pain penetrates the heart and lungs.

Why? Why! It’s all because of my smoking that ruined the family! I didn’t have money to get medicine for my children, so I had to go to Shangqiu to earn a living, and let my children suffer! It’s all my fault!

Seeing Xiao Liu lying there silently, waiting for death to come, Wang Youyuan's heart felt like it was tightly grasped by hands, and it felt like there were several knives cutting into his heart one by one. The heart-rending pain made him feel sad.

He couldn't breathe. Wang Youyuan slapped himself hard, stood up and ran outside the door, sitting on the wall, burying his head in his knees, his shoulders shaking.

Xiuzhi had never seen her husband behave like this. She hugged Shanhe's small body and ran out: "His father, his father, what's going on, please tell me."

Wang Youyuan's face was full of grief, and he looked at his wife guiltily, with tears and runny nose stuck on his face, "Xiuzhi, I...I'm useless, I can't save Liu."

"Nonsense! I can't hold back anymore. Look! I really can't hold back anymore! Look again! Look again!" Xiuzhi anxiously handed the mountains and rivers in her arms to Wang Youyuan's arms.

"His father, our sixth son is so good and loves to laugh so much. He even makes me drink mush the next night. He knows how to love his mother at such a young age. He must be a filial child when he grows up. You have to save him, his father...

.”

Sisters Shanfeng and Yueya, who were worried about their brother not sleeping well, were also surrounding their parents at this time.

"Mom, how is my brother?" Yue Ya asked worriedly.

"Ask your dad!"

Shanfeng and his sister usually like this brother the most. Shanhe's appearance combines all the advantages of his parents. He is the most beautiful of the children in the family, and he is soft and cute. Shanhe loves to laugh, and he will smile even if he is teased a little.

She giggled with a mouth with two small teeth, her eyebrows were curved when she smiled, and two small dimples were looming. Moreover, her small mouth was particularly sweet, and she talked early, calling her "big brother" and "sister" non-stop. Several people kept shouting.
Chapter completed!