After taking a closer look, I found that the child was in pain, struggling in a very small way, and making very small cries from his mouth, which sounded like crying to Manbao.
She asked the other three people uncertainly, "Listen, is he crying?"
Dafu nodded, "He's crying. My grandma said he's hungry."
After that, she took a bowl of half-cold rice soup from the table nearby and carefully put some on his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips but didn't drink much, he couldn't hold back his tears again.
He first glanced at his mother, who was closing her eyes tightly, and then whispered to Man Bao: "My grandma said that my mother has no milk, and my little brother has nothing to eat, so he can only drink some rice soup. Originally, if my little brother was well, he would drink
Ordering rice soup, grinding the rice and boiling it to a pulp, or taking it to another village to ask for a sip of milk can always save your life. But my little brother can't even drink the rice soup, let alone eat it.
I have rice porridge, but if I carry it to ask for milk, I am afraid that the wind will blow..."
So the Zhou Hu family actually gave up on this child.
But Man Bao felt extremely heartbroken. Her family had told her how difficult it was for her to live since she was a child. When she was very young, her mother had no breast milk and had to rob three of her rations.
Man Bao clenched his fist, took the bowl from Dafu's hand and said, "I'll feed you."
She took a sip first, and then said in disgust: "This is cold, it must be hot."
Dafu immediately said: "I'll change a bowl."
Man Bao lay aside and looked at the child. Bai Shanbao was used to it and thought he was not particularly ugly. Then he asked, "Can't we hire a nanny if we don't have milk?"
Manbao said without thinking, "I definitely can't afford it."
Man Bao was thoughtful and asked Keke, "If people in the future don't give birth to their own babies, will they still feed their own babies?"
"Are there any nutritional solutions and milk powder for children?"
Manbao's eyes were bright and he asked: "Is it expensive?"
Of course it is expensive, and food for infants and young children is expensive no matter what era it is.
In the future, there will be no most expensive, only more expensive.
Even though StarCraft provides the best welfare to children, with free milk powder and nutritional solutions available every week, the parents of the children always seem to feel that the things StarCraft gives out are not very good, and are always more willing to spend more.
You have to spend money to buy other milk powder. Therefore, the nutritional solutions and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.
Manbao searched secretly and found that the required points were indeed not cheap.
She sighed and hesitated to buy it but couldn't make up her mind, "What is milk powder made of? Is it also human milk?"
Keke: "...No, it's milk from other mammals. In fact, the host can get it locally. I searched for information in the encyclopedia and found that milk powder in ancient times was mostly made from cow's milk and goat's milk."
"In ancient times?"
"Yes, the information in the current encyclopedia can be traced back to the seventeenth century of the Earth Era, and there are no earlier ones." Keke scanned the child in front of the bed and felt that he was far older than the host, but
As a system made by humans, its chip has a program to develop a favorable impression of humans, so it does not hesitate to suggest, "Goat milk is more suitable for this kind of infants and young children than cow's milk, but it is more tangy. It is recommended that the host use a pinch of green tea, or
Make jasmine tea to get rid of the smell."
Manbao nodded.
Bai Shanbao kept chattering on the side. Seeing Manbao nodding, he asked, "Do you agree with what I say?"
Man Bao looked at him and was embarrassed to say that he had been distracted just now, so he asked, "Why hasn't Dafu come back yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.
The two children stopped talking for a moment and made way for him.
Man Bao scooped up a spoonful of rice soup himself, blew it slightly, then carefully placed it on his mouth, letting it drip down little by little.
The child drank a little, then started to cry weakly and vomited out the rice soup.
Man Bao was stunned, "Why doesn't he drink?"
"He's had milk, so of course he won't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came, and Man Bao looked up, only to find that Chen had opened his eyes at some point and was looking sideways at them.
Man Baoyi
He was overjoyed and asked: "Sister-in-law Tiger, please feed him again."
"I don't have milk. When I was at the drug store yesterday, your sister-in-law took him to ask someone to feed him two mouthfuls of milk." Having said that, she still raised her hands with difficulty to undress the child and feed the child.
Qian noticed what was going on here and quickly stepped forward to hold her hand and said, "Stop moving. If it's not there, it's not. You're bleeding so much, how can you have milk?"
In Qian's opinion, milk is made of essence and blood.
She looked down at the child who had his eyes closed tightly, sighed quietly, reached out to pick him up, took the spoon in Man Bao's hand, and said, "I'll do it."
Mother Chen also saw it. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, and saw Qian gently patting the child and feeding him rice soup bit by bit.
He didn't eat at first and kept vomiting.
But Qian didn't mind. If he didn't eat once, he would feed him twice, and if he didn't eat twice, he would feed him three times. Her movements were neither hasty nor slow, and she insisted on pouring a drop or two of rice soup into his lips every time.
Because the child is still young, she does not put the soup directly into her tongue, but into her lips. It is best for him to suck it, and not to overflow it.
I don’t know how long it took, but the child might be tired, or he might be really hungry, or he might have tasted the rice soup, so he finally stopped spitting it out and started sucking it.
Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw that his speed was not slow, he speeded up.
The child started sucking and made a small humming sound.
Not only Chen's mother, but also Mrs. Chen were stunned.
Mrs. Qian finished feeding him a bowl of rice soup, and then said to Mrs. Chen on the bed: "The child still wants to live."
With one sentence, Ms. Chen burst into tears instantly. She held Ms. Qian's hand, and tears dripped on her hand like water, "Aunt, aunt, I also want to live, and I also want him to live, but what should I do?
what to do……"
The room fell silent, and no one spoke.
Qian let her cry and waited for her to cry for a while before comforting her: "Okay, you can't cry all the time during confinement, otherwise it will hurt your eyes in the future."
"Live as long as you want. Look at me, I've been sick for so many years, and why can't I still live?" Qian said, "How many times have I almost lost my life, but I managed to survive with just one breath."
Mrs. Chen raised her head with tears in her eyes, looked at Mrs. Qian, and then at Man Bao, with a more determined look on her face.
When Mrs. Chen got married, Man Bao hadn't come yet. Of course she knew what was going on with Man Bao. Qian was already seriously ill, and it was only after Zhou Yin came back that she got slightly better, but after Zhou Yin was carried back, she collapsed.
, only one breath left.
In the end, he managed to survive with all his might.
What she didn't quite understand before was that he was her brother-in-law, not her biological son.