When it was almost noon, the group of people came to a town called Wukesiliu.
Jiang Nuan was not very hungry at this time because she had eaten enough in the morning.
Mother Sang asked for instructions: "Girl, I don't think there's even a decent restaurant in this area. Besides, it's cloudy today and I'm afraid it's going to rain in a few hours. Why don't we simply put a cushion in the car and rush to the front?" I’m going back to the city to stay overnight.”
"It's up to you. Anyway, I'm not hungry yet. But the drivers and escorts have to be fed. These people have big appetites, so don't go hungry." Jiang Nuan is someone who can't stand being coquettish. The girl is also very considerate of her servants, because her grandfather's family has always been like this.
This town is really small, with only one main street and only a few hundred steps from south to north.
There are a few shops here and there on the street, all of which are small. There are only two restaurants, one sells soup cakes, and the other sells stone meat cakes with perilla soup.
The tables, chairs and benches inside were all greasy. Not to mention Jiang Nuan couldn't be allowed in, even the women and girls at home disliked it.
So I just asked them to clean the pot and bake dozens of stone cakes.
Jiang Nuan couldn't eat any more after eating only one, and drank half a bowl of perilla soup.
After having lunch in the car, everyone continued on their way. By the second half of the day, it became increasingly cloudy.
"Mama Sang, you can stay in this car for the rest of the day. I won't be lying down anyway." As they were about to leave, Jiang Nuan said to Mama Sang, "Tell Mama Pan and the two of them to take a nap."
Jiang Nuan had slept well in the morning, and now she was no longer sleepy. She opened the car curtain halfway and looked at the scenery along the road.
"We're heading back to the city ahead, right?" The carriage went forward for almost two hours. Zhuizi pointed at the city wall exposed among the trees in the distance and said, "Our old man once stationed troops here, right, Mother Sang?" ?”
"Who says it's not the case! I wasn't as old as you back then." Sang's mother sighed after hearing this and said, "More than forty years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Stop the car. Why did I suddenly see what looked like a child lying on the roadside just now!" Jiang Nuang was about to ask Sang's mother what it was like when her grandfather returned to the city to garrison. But suddenly he saw what looked like a child lying on the roadside. There is a person lying upside down. Judging from the figure, he should be a child.
After hearing this, Mother Sang quickly asked the driver to stop the car. Their car stopped, and naturally several other cars also stopped.
Pan's mother and Dayou's wife didn't know what happened, so they got out of the car in a hurry, still feeling a little sleepy.
"Don't panic, you two. It's not a big deal." Lingdang said with a soft smile. She was the least talkative among these people. Pan's mother and Dayou's wife had always felt that they could not figure her out.
"Whose child is so pitiful? Isn't it already dead?" The driver looked into the ditch beside the road and said.
Zhuangzi heard that it might be a dead person, so he was so frightened that he held Jiang Nuan and stopped her from going forward.
"He's dead somewhere. He's probably just fainted from hunger." Mother Sang looked at her carefully and said, "Which of you will go down and pick this child up? If he's still alive, give him a stutter. How can you not be doing good deeds and accumulating virtue?"
So a coachman really walked down, and the child was lying face down. The coachman picked him up and tried to breathe. The child's eyes were closed tightly, he was as skinny as a stick, and his clothes were in tatters. , should be a little beggar.
They brought water with them in the car. Shengzi took the water and asked the driver to feed it to the child.
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After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.
Pan's mother and Dayou's daughter-in-law always stood at a distance, for fear that the child would be carrying the plague.
Although the child was awake, he didn't even have the strength to speak.
"What a pity, I'm really hungry. I need to eat something thin." Mother Sang is someone who has experienced famine. She knows that if people are very hungry, they can only eat thin food, otherwise they will die.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Ding came over with a bowl of batter. It turned out that she had mixed the fried noodles she brought in the car with water and made them thin.
When the child saw the food, he didn't care about anything and drank all the batter in the bowl in one go.
"Slow down, take your time and drink another bowl." Sang's mother saw him staring at the empty bowl and knew he wanted to eat again, but she just asked Zhui Zi to pour him a bowl of water.
The child was hungry and thirsty, so when he saw water, he naturally felt good about it and drank it all in one breath.
"How old are you? Where do you live? Why are you so hungry?" Jiang Nuan felt very sympathetic when she saw that he was about the same age as his cousin and looked slightly similar.
The child only glanced at Jiang Nuan and didn't dare to look again. He lowered his head and said, "To tell you the story, my name is Wei Yu, and I am thirteen years old this year. I am from Qingfeng Town, because my father likes gambling. He lost too much and couldn't pay back, so he paid off my mother's debt. Last winter, my father lost all the fields and yards, and he drank and froze to death outside. The villain had no home, so he thought I went to look for my mother, but I couldn’t find her after half a year of searching.”
Jiang Nuan didn't expect that this child was only one year younger than him, and he looked like he was only in his early ten years.
I guess it's because children from poor families always don't have enough to eat, which delays their growth.
"Girl, you see it's going to rain today. Let's go to the city quickly. If we're late, we might get caught in the rain." Pan's mother came up and accompanied Jiang Nuan with a smile and said, "It's raining everywhere under the sky." There are poor people who are suffering, and we can't take care of them."
After hearing this, the child only shrank his shoulders. He had known that the world was in a hot and cold world and people's relationships were cold and warm. Not to mention just a chance encounter, even those who were related to him were not that big of a deal. He just gave him a bowl of food. This is already a great kindness, so how can you expect anything else?
Jiang Nuan looked up at the sky, and it turned out to be extremely cloudy.
"Ask him to sit in the luggage car at the back and go into the city together. In this weather, what's the difference between leaving him here alone and killing him?" Jiang Nuan couldn't ignore death and refused to save him. I felt vaguely dissatisfied with Pan's mother's words.
"Didn't you hear me? Take him to the car at the back. Hurry into the city and find a place to stay." Sang's mother said and already helped Jiang Nuan to the car.
"Thank you girl, thank you girl!" Wei Yu thanked her repeatedly, with tears in her eyes.
He was already prepared to starve to death on the roadside, and he did not dare to hope that anyone would come to save him. But this young lady whom he had never met before, like a Bodhisattva, gave him a way to live.
His gambling father only believed in luck, while his miserable mother believed in Buddhism and was very pious.
Wei Yu does not believe in luck or gods and Buddhas, but at this moment he believes that there are good people in this world, and he will spend his whole life repaying them.
The rain started falling as soon as they entered the city. It was heavy and fast, and the hood of the car made a sound like a drum.
The driver didn't care to look carefully and drove the car to an inn. Sang Mama, Ling Dang and others held umbrellas and entered the inn surrounded by Jiang Nuan. Everyone also came in afterwards.
