Wasteland scavenging, fat girl takes the sick and disabled family away

Chapter 281 A qualitative leap
There is no need to go to the front line to find the little mute.

Because she had seen her son through her tearful eyes.

The child, who was only eight years old, had a particularly large head and a particularly small body due to radiation.

And he can't even speak, just like a little mute.

The former little mute was so anxious. She hated herself more than once, wondering why she had been irradiated to the point of losing her voice.

If she had a voice, she would at least teach her son how to pronounce words when she was raising him.

Maybe it was because she couldn't make a sound.

So her son couldn't speak in the wasteland.

Also because of radiation, IQ develops very slowly.

This makes the little mute son look like an autistic child with severe IQ disabilities.

But now her son was wearing a brand new goose yellow cotton coat and carrying a basket in his hands.

He followed a group of children, squatting slowly on the ground and picking up the fallen rice ears.

This was a scene that the little mute had never seen before.

Is this her son?
Why didn’t the little mute ever realize that his son could do such a thing?
Even compared to those other strange and disabled children, her son's abilities are relatively good.

"Did you find your son?"

Shi Yuebai looked at the excited expression on the little mute's face.

She gestured desperately towards Shi Yuebai, her hands almost leaving afterimages.

Shi Yuebai didn't understand, so he just nodded and said,

"Now that you have found your son, why don't you stay here and harvest all the rice in this field?"

"You work here and you get to see your son for a few hours every day."

The little mute was filled with shock and looked at Shi Yuebai again.

She stopped gesticulating furiously.

In fact, she just wanted to tell Shi Yuebai that she always thought her son had very poor abilities and that he would definitely not be able to find a job in the future with his abilities.

In the wasteland, if she and Ye Honglang both died, she was prepared to take her son with them.

In fact, there are many people who have the same idea as the little mute.

But now look at her son, he can walk and jump, his limbs are intact, but he seems to be a little lacking in IQ.

The little mute felt that life might not be as bad as she had imagined.

What's more, most of the baskets in the other children's hands were empty.

But her son had already picked up a thin layer of rice ears in the bamboo basket.

If her son could stay here and pick rice ears, he could be considered as a labor force.

The little mute looked at Shi Yuebai anxiously.

She gestured desperately again.

She wanted to tell Shi Yuebai to let her son stay here.

As long as Shi Yuebai can let her son stay here, she is willing to do anything.

This is a good place, not the scary cannibal group they had imagined before.

Shi Yuebai was not as cruel or bad as they thought.

There was pleading in the little mute's eyes.

Shi Yuebai frowned and decided not to guess what the little mute wanted to express.

She turned around, left the little mute behind and left.

In fact, if the little mute stays here to harvest rice, her workload will not be easier than building a wall.

It is even possible that the little mute's work intensity will be greater.

After all, if the wall is not built, it doesn't matter if it is just there.

You can pile it up when you have time. But if you don't harvest the rice for a day, it will grow everywhere.

It is even possible that the original vegetable fields will be squeezed into a mess.

The little mute looked at Shi Yuebai's departing back with tears in his eyes.

Although Shi Yuebai didn't understand what she wanted to express, she could only save her son's life.

And let her son live such a good life.

The little mute was already very grateful to Shi Yuebai.

After Shi Yuebai disappeared, the little mute turned around and looked at his son.

Her son had stood up and was walking slowly and clumsily over to a plastic box.

The little mute watched his son pour the rice ears he had picked up from the basket into the plastic box.

Some of the remaining children couldn't even walk.

There was a child lying on the ground, and when the mute son passed by, she grabbed one of his trouser legs.

The little mute just watched, and his son lowered his head, looking slowly and puzzled at the child lying on the ground.

for a long time.

The child lying on the ground didn't speak for a long time.

Maybe he is also using his limited language ability to rack his brains to express what he means.

After a long time, the child on the ground stretched out the bamboo basket in his hand.

He actually picked up some rice ears, although not as much as the little mute son.

It was just because he was lying on the ground and couldn't move anymore.

I just wanted to ask the little mute son for a favor.

The little mute thought that her son would ignore the child on the ground. After all, her son looked more like an autistic child.

Little did I know that my son was staring at the child on the ground.

Ten minutes passed.

The child on the ground also held the basket in his hand stubbornly.

Ten minutes later, the little mute son moved slightly.

He stretched out his hand, took the bamboo basket handed to him by the child on the ground, turned around and poured the small ears of rice in the basket into the plastic box.

Seeing this scene, the little mute's heart was beating wildly with excitement.

The biggest difference between autistic children and normal children is that they cannot establish contact with the outside world.

The little mute had tried countless times to communicate with his son.

But her son didn't respond at all.

Now her son actually understood what the children on earth meant.

And helped him according to the child on the ground's idea.

This is a qualitative leap for the little mute son.

The little mute stood there jumping and dancing for a few minutes, then looked at her son with tearful eyes and continued to pick up rice ears with the basket in her hand.

The child who had been crawling on the ground rested for a while and then followed the little mute.

The child couldn't speak much either, but compared to the little mute son's complete silence.

A crawling child has more words in his head.

He would pull his little mute son and point to the mud on the ground, where there must be rice ears hidden.

Although the mute son was slow to understand, after a few minutes he would follow the child's instructions and use his little fingers to pick up the rice ears that had fallen into the mud.

The little mute then realized that it was not her son who would always stay in his own world.

But these children have their own pace of growth.

As long as you give them time and a stable life, they will grow up slowly.