Lin Laosan stumbled forward, immediately picked up the rushes on the ground, held them in front of his mother, and grinned.
"Mom, it's really rush. My daughter can be saved, hahaha... Wife, my daughter can be saved!"
Zheng was equally happy and almost cried. She was better than her husband and knew that time was life. They were competing with the Lord of Hell for people. She immediately took the rushes and threw them into the casserole, and began to cook the medicinal materials.
Mrs. Lin held the infant girl in her arms and kissed her heavily on the forehead.
"God has sent you life-saving medicine. The Lord of Hell dare not take your life. Once this disaster is over, you will definitely have a long life."
Xiangyun smacked his lips, there was no such thing as pie in the sky, she got it all from the pharmacy.
While everyone's attention was on the rushes, Xiangyun swallowed a Jingfeng pill. At this moment, there was a bitter taste in his mouth, and the pills couldn't stop flowing out.
"Ouyou, are you hungry?" Mrs. Lin immediately directed the second daughter-in-law, "My second daughter, go and make some rice soup. The children will not be hungry."
Zhao Ruoxia seemed to have heard a joke.
"Mom, water is more expensive than gold now, where can I make porridge for this girl?"
"Besides, the last half bag of millet in the house is for hanging, how can it be given to outsiders who are not relatives!"
How many people fleeing famine couldn't stand the hard life of chewing tree bark all day long, so they found a crooked tree to hang themselves on. The whole family agreed at the beginning that half a bag of millet would be used as a souvenir, and one day when the mountains and rivers were desperate, the whole family would have a full meal together. Go on the road to avoid becoming a starving ghost, and you will have to join the realm of hungry ghosts when you reach the underworld.
Xiangyun let out a bitter burp, his little face wrinkled up, and he urgently needed some water to dilute the taste in his mouth.
What kind of world is there that doesn’t even have water?
Where the hell did God send her?
Mrs. Lin sighed and patted the baby girl in her arms, feeling worried. She lacked food and water. How could she feed such a small child?
Lin Silang, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly ran out of the darkness, holding an earthen pot in both hands, moving carefully to avoid bumping into it.
Zhao Ruoxia asked curiously: "Fourth brother, what are you hiding in your arms?"
Lin Silang pulled out the cork on the clay pot, and after a "bang" sound, a few little heads came up. The moonlight shone into the clay pot, reflecting the sparkling clear water inside. At this moment, it was rippled due to the shaking, and it was clear. You can see the bottom of the urn.
"Water, it's water!"
"Uncle Fourth, where did the water come from?"
"Fourth uncle, can you let Tianfu take a sip? Tianfu's mouth hurts."
Zhao Ruoxia swallowed hard and stepped forward to tie the pot: "It's quite heavy, sister-in-law, help you take it. Your hands are used for writing and drawing. Just leave these menial tasks to me!"
Unexpectedly, Lin Silang took two steps back and directly placed the pottery pot next to Mrs. Lin: "Mom, you can share it."
Zhao Ruoxia's palms were empty, and her heart felt extremely itchy. She hadn't drunk water for three days and couldn't even urinate. After licking her lips dry, they became more chapped than the bark of a tree.
"What's the point of sharing? Just like before, adults take two sips, children take one sip, and make pimple soup with the rest."
"Mom! You can't keep the water overnight like last time. The weather is hot in summer and the water will evaporate after one night."
When she thought about the last time the jar was missing a fingernail's worth of water because she stayed overnight, Zhao Ruoxia's heart felt like it was fried. Every night she was so thirsty that she couldn't sleep. She always thought of this thing, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep.
Old Mrs. Lin slapped Zhao Ruoxia's stretched out hand hard and warned her not to make mistakes with her eyes. Then she asked her younger son: "Silang, where did you get the water?"
Lin Silang: "I used the wolves and hens that my third brother shot in exchange for it, so mom, give me a little more of this water."
Zhao Ruoxia said unhappily: "Our family has always stood for fairness and justice. Everyone has a clear division of labor and no one has to do less. Why should we give more to the third child and his family? Mom, you can't be partial!"
Mrs. Lin picked up the bamboo basket beside her and threw it on her second daughter-in-law, scolding her loudly.
"I'm not dead yet. It's not your turn to make the decision in this family!" After saying that, he touched Xiangyun's little head and coaxed her, for fear of scaring her with his loud voice.
Mrs. Lin asked Lin Silang: "Bring the water to your sister-in-law and ask her to cook some millet porridge. Cook it for a longer time. The thicker the porridge is, the more nutritious the porridge water will be."
I lowered my head and saw several grandsons with their heads held high, staring pitifully at the clay pots. I dipped my fingertips in some water and wiped it on each boy's dry lips one by one.
The half-year-old child's eyes lit up when he tasted the water, which was sweeter than honey.
Lin Silang carried the earthen pot and left, followed by the happy boys and Zhao Ruoxia, who wanted to take a bite of the rice porridge.
The area around Mrs. Lin became quiet, and she finally had time to look at the rushes she picked up.
She noticed something was wrong just now. The rushes that had just been pulled out of the ground should be green, light and soft, and easy to tear. The rushes lying in the palm of her hand were obviously yellow in color, had a slight smell, and had edges and corners. Neat, as if it had been specially treated and had been dried for at least half a year. It is more effective than freshly picked rush herbs.
Mrs. Lin pinched the tail of the grass and gently teased Xiangyun's forehead twice.
"Are you lucky or a coincidence..."
Xiangyun, who was just thinking about how he managed to get the water out of the faucet in the infirmary without anyone noticing, stretched out his hand to scratch his itchy forehead. Unfortunately, her hands were short and she couldn't open her fists, so she could only grunt to express her dissatisfaction. Mrs. Lin twisted her arms left and right, rubbing her little buttocks here and there.
Mrs. Lin thought she was going to unzip her trouser pockets, so she hummed a tune and kept making "shhhhh" sounds. Xiao Xiangyun, who had no intention of peeing, suddenly felt the urge to urinate and peed all over Mrs. Lin.
Xiangyun felt embarrassed and had no intention of letting go. She started crying at the top of her voice. Mrs. Lin smiled and coaxed her for a long time.
The chirping of summer cicadas continued until early morning, when the first ray of light appeared on the horizon, and the Lin family finally got a break after a busy night.
Xiangyun was fed half a bowl of thick rice soup, plaster was put on his belly, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.
When she woke up again, the sun was in the sky. She was held in the arms of Mrs. Lin, with a bunch of dry lotus leaves on her head to shade her head. She was sitting on a wooden cart being dragged forward by Mrs. Lin and Mr. Lin.
Seeing that she was awake, Mrs. Lin moved her sore and swollen arms with a smile on her face.
"Little girl, wake up. What are you dreaming about? You were also smashing your mouth in the dream. Did you eat something delicious secretly?"
Lin Laosan turned his head and stretched his neck to look at his daughter: "Mom, how is my daughter today? Is she still twitching?"
"It's very good, your little face is rosy. Last night, I thought you picked up a little black cat."
Mrs. Lin replaced the plaster on Xiangyun's navel and put a new one on it. She placed her palm on her new granddaughter's flat belly and sighed.
"Find a shady place to rest. The sun is too strong. If you go down there, you may suffer from heat stroke. Let's boil the leftover rice porridge from last night and give it to the little girl."
"Okay, mother, there seems to be a tree shadow in front of you. Sit tight and we'll drive harder."
The thing on the car made a jingling sound.
Sitting next to Mrs. Lin, Lin Tianfu, who was still napping, stopped pecking at the rice and raised his head with sleepy eyes.
He was less than three years old, with some baby fat on his face, and his head was wrapped in a floral cloth. The child's skin was delicate, and the parts not covered by the scarf had already been exposed to the sun and were red and swollen.
Mrs. Zhang and Lao Er Lin were carrying poles beside them. The strips of the poles were making a "beep" sound.
Madam Zhang felt sorry for her little son: "Tianfu, please wear a tighter scarf. My little face is all chapped. You'll cry if you go down again! It's really hot today. I don't know when it will rain."
Zheng and Lin Silang also carried large and small bags on their shoulders and walked forward with difficulty, beads of sweat dripping down like rain.
Mrs. Zheng tilted her head and wiped her sweat. She saw her daughter staring at her, her little eyes were clear, bright and extremely cute, so she thought of teasing her.
When Xiangyun saw Mrs. Zheng making faces at her, she felt happy and laughed out loud.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh along with them. The sleepiness along the way seemed to disappear instantly, and their whole bodies seemed to have endless energy.
Xiangyun squinted at the sky. It was cloudless, and it didn't look like it was going to rain at all.
It would be nice if it rained at this time.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
