But apparently, Buddha did not know them.
After only two meals, the food in the little rag was empty.
Jiang Sheng looked at the young master in distress, wondering where he was going to get food.
Zheng Ruqian misunderstood. Having just experienced being abandoned, he clamped his legs together and trembled, "I can eat less."
Just don't leave him behind again.
"Yes." Jiang Sheng clapped his hands, "Let's go to the market to pick up vegetables."
In the vegetable market on the east side of the town, the people who buy vegetables are all wealthy families. They often skim off a few layers of vegetable skins and only want the tenderest vegetable hearts.
Poor people were reluctant to buy vegetables, so they came to pick up the vegetable peels they threw away. Although they were a little wilted, they were still edible.
Jiang Sheng also picked it up, but she was not good at cooking, so she could only boil it whole and barely make up for it.
"Actually, boiled vegetables are not unpalatable, but if you can sprinkle some salt on them, they will be even more delicious." Jiang Sheng whispered to Zheng Ruqian, "You will have to have quick eyesight and quick hands to grab the leaves, otherwise you won't be able to get the leaves."
Zheng Ruqian opened his mouth wide.
No matter how rotten the vegetable leaves are, they will be snatched away.
Later, he realized that in the world of the poor, rotten vegetable leaves are so precious.
After a storm, the two children retreated from the crowd holding Nanye in disgrace.
Jiang Sheng's pigtails were crooked, and Zheng Ruqian's clothes were wrinkled.
But fortunately, they all had a good harvest - enough for two large handfuls of vegetable leaves.
"I'll just eat the weakest thing tonight, and I can still eat the rest for two meals..." Jiang Sheng said happily.
But she was not happy for a long time. A young man came out of the thorn and took away most of the vegetables in her arms.
Then he flew away with lightning speed.
Zheng Ruqian almost cried with anger. This was the food they worked so hard to grab.
Jiang Sheng took it for granted. He touched the braid and sighed, "Aunt Zhang specially tied it for me."
"Jiang Sheng." Zheng Ruqian pursed his lips, "Our food."
"Just get used to it." Jiang Sheng picked up other vegetable leaves, "They are a group of beggars wandering around. We can't beat them, so we can only avoid them."
If you can't avoid it, admit defeat.
In the world of the poor, the law of the jungle is so pure.
Zheng Ruqian had tears in his eyes and was speechless for a long time.
The two men staggered towards the ruined temple.
On the road, I heard someone shouting, "Master Qingtian is going to jail," "My parents and officials who murder people will finally get their retribution," as well as unknown people cheering and applauding.
Jiang Sheng didn't understand why these people were cheering. Although she didn't know her parents, she heard from Aunt Zhang that her parents in Xieyang County were good people. Why should everyone be so happy when a good man dies?
Zheng Ruqian didn't understand even more. He just frowned at the rotten vegetable leaves. Can such ugly vegetables really be eaten?
Jiang Sheng is about to return to the ruined temple.
She rejoiced, looking forward to the green cabbage leaves that were about to arrive in her belly.
But when he turned his head, he heard a slight hum.
Jiang Sheng wanted to pretend not to hear, but Zheng Ruqian grabbed her, "Jiang Sheng, there is someone."
Jiang Sheng couldn't pretend anymore and frowned, "With you alone, I won't be able to eat enough. If there is another one, I will starve to death."
"No Jiang Sheng." Zheng Ruqian comforted her, "What if he has a family and would like to thank us with food."
Jiang Sheng didn't believe it. The surroundings were so desolate, who would let his family lie here.
Unless it is, there is no one at home.
Jiang Sheng's heart softened, but he finally put down the vegetable leaves and quietly came closer.
Pushing aside the dry reeds, he saw a young boy wearing a gray robe lying on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and a slight moan escaping from his mouth.
There was blood on his body, and his legs were twisted at a strange angle. He looked a bit like the kitten in Uncle Zhou's house that had eaten a poisonous mouse.
Jiang Sheng felt a little sad. Uncle Zhou's family didn't like her, but Maomao was willing to cuddle up next to her and talk to her. But then Maomao left weakly, and no one wanted to talk to her anymore. .
Thinking of this, Jiang Sheng plucked up the courage, picked up the water bag, leaned over and carefully fed him a sip.
Zheng Ruqian was afraid that he would choke, so he held his head with difficulty.
The young boy suddenly gasped and shouted one word, "It hurts."
Jiang Sheng was at a loss.
If there is an adult around, they will be taught how to lay the patient flat, find a flatbed truck to take him to the hospital, and give him first aid to stop bleeding.
But no one understood the two children, so they could only feed them water carefully with tears in their eyes.
One mouthful after another, like feeding a dying kitten.
After a long time, the little boy finally woke up.
He looked around blankly, with a heartbreaking pain coming from his legs. The strange environment and strange children reminded him of the changes he had encountered. The young man whimpered and shed tears.
Jiang Sheng thought she had hurt him again, so he quickly asked Zheng Ruqian to let go.
With a "bang" sound, the little boy fell back to the ground.
He opened his eyes wide and didn't know whether to cry or be angry for a moment.
"Brother, are you in pain?" Jiang Sheng asked in a low voice.
She remembered that there was an elder brother in the village whose foot was bitten by a trap. When the doctor took the clamp away, the elder brother kept crying. In order to make him feel better, the uncle of the doctor knocked the elder brother out with a fist.
If this brother was also in pain, she would have no choice but to sacrifice her hand.
"You..." The young boy looked at Jiang Sheng's raised fist and swallowed, "My leg is broken."
Jiang Sheng nodded solemnly, that would definitely require her fist more.
Fortunately, Zheng Ruqian held her back and carefully gave her advice, "I have seen the aunts in Yihongyuan have their legs broken, and they all have to be sent to the hospital."
The young boy held his breath and showed a grateful look towards Zheng Ruqian.
But how can a person with a broken leg be sent to a hospital?
Jiang Sheng took Zheng Ruqian to discuss it for a long time, and finally decided to steal Uncle Zhao's flat car for use.
Uncle Zhao has a bit of a bad temper, but his family has a flat cart, which is tied to a wooden stake at the entrance of the village.
Zheng Ruqian stood guard while Jiang Sheng went to level the car.
The seven-year-old girl had never had a good meal, and her shoulders were not much higher than a flat cart. But she put the rope on her back and pulled it forward with difficulty, and she really looked like that.
With the combined efforts of two people, the young boy was lifted onto the flat car.
Two little men of seven or eight years old, one pulled forward and the other pushed sideways, used all their strength to park the flat cart in front of the only medical center in the town.
"Doctor of a doctor, doctor of a doctor." Jiang Sheng slammed the door with a hand with scars, "My brother's leg is broken. Can you please help with the treatment?"
The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard was smiling.
Jiang Sheng suddenly felt guilty and muttered, "But we have no money."
She originally planned to lie to the doctor for treatment first, and then use cheating methods to escape the medical expenses, but the middle-aged doctor's eyes were so gentle that she couldn't bear to continue.
"Is the leg broken?" The middle-aged doctor glanced at the flatbed truck and immediately frowned, "Don't move, let me do it."
He first carried the little boy to the bed, then carefully examined the wound, and finally got the medicine and branches.
"The leg is broken, it's a bit serious." The doctor lamented, "You have to rest for at least three months, and change the medicine every half a month. Try not to move at all times, but you must also prevent bedsores."
He carried the little boy back to the cart, grabbed half a month's worth of soup and placed it on the back of the cart.
"Mr. Doctor." Jiang Sheng bit his lip, "We really have no money."
