Daughter Shenghua

Chapter 188
The two children sat quietly under the cliff and waited for their mother to return.It was not the first time that my mother went to such a dangerous place to collect medicine. They seemed to be used to it, neither crying nor making noise, and the siblings depended on each other.

This time, my mother took an extraordinarily long time to gather herbs, and it was already dark when she appeared again.

The exhausted mother didn't care about her injuries, so she took the children out of the woods quickly.

She knew that the woods at night were too dangerous, and her body couldn't protect the children.

It was already dark when the mother and son came out of the woods.

Fortunately they found a broken temple.

There were already many refugees in the ruined temple at this time, and many fires were lit.

The crowd gathered together in twos and threes, many of them were cooking wild vegetables in broken earthen pots.

Not many people noticed when the mother of the child pulled out the herb.

The family not far from them shook their heads when they saw this family of three.He also has a child, but there are many people and they find a lot of food, so the child has not suffered too much.

But the mother and son looked very pitiful.A woman with two children in this troubled world, just thinking about how sad life must be.

Both children were pale and emaciated, and the mother of the children was also sick.

"Poor! This world, alas!"

The old lady quietly took something out of the bag and hid it in her sleeve, and walked slowly to the mother and child.

The child's mother suppressed her tiredness and said, "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

The old lady sat next to her, didn't care about her illness, took her hand and stuffed something into her hand without anyone noticing, and then said: "They are all poor people! Take care of your health!"

The mother of the child already knows what she is holding in her hand, and it is a very risky thing to dare to take out her own food at such a time.

You must know that these refugees have been hungry for a long time. If they know who still has food in their hands, it will definitely cause riots.

The child nodded gratefully to the old lady and said, "Thank you for your kindness! You are a good person, thank you."

The old lady didn't say much, patted her hand again, smiled and left.

The child's mother nodded gratefully to the family.

When no one was paying attention, the child's mother quietly divided the thing in her hand into two and stuffed it into the mouths of the two children.

The children didn't expect it to be the smell of steamed buns, and their eyes lit up.Seeing their mother's vigilant look, they were obedient and didn't say much, they all lowered their heads and ate quietly.

The little girl came to her mother and said, "Aniang, did you leave food for yourself?"

Mother felt warm in her heart and nodded.

Herbs simmering in pots.The surroundings also fell into silence, and many people had already lay down to rest.

Suddenly, "Ah! Mother, mother, I feel bad, feel bad!" A child's cry rang out.

People stood up and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

It turned out that it was the child of the kind-hearted family who fell ill.

"Tian'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother!" His mother called from the side.

"Don't worry, let the child breathe slowly!" said the child's grandmother beside him.The person who spoke was the old lady who gave food to the mother and child.

The mother and child on this side also hugged each other and looked in their direction.

Suddenly someone said: "Plague, this is plague!"

With a bang, people scattered in all directions.

Only then did everyone see that ulcers had appeared on the child's arm.

More people began to shout: "It's the plague! I've seen it. This is the plague. Many people died like this."

"No, no, my son is not a plague, no!" the child's mother shouted anxiously.

"Why is it not a plague? If you get the plague, you will burn it. Do you want all of us to have the plague to be reconciled?"

"No, don't burn my grandson. My grandson is not a plague, he will be fine!" The child's grandma also said loudly.

Someone among the refugees shouted: "If you say no, you must burn him. If he is left there, he will infect us and none of us will escape. Are you trying to kill us all!"

The child's mother hurriedly begged: "No, it won't. My son will not be infected, don't, don't."

The child's father and uncle also walked to the front, blocking the crowd, "Let's see who dares to burn my son!"

"Everyone, don't listen to them, that's the plague. You don't know how many people died along the way, do you all want to die here! This child must be burned to death! Otherwise we all have to die!"

"Burn him!"

"He must be burned! None of us want to die!"

Seeing the crowd getting more and more excited, the child's father and uncle couldn't stand the crazy crowd anymore.

The child's grandmother knelt on the ground and begged: "My grandson is not a plague, please let him go, he is still a child!"

"No! This scourge must be burned, or we shall all die."

"Why are you talking nonsense to them? What if you get infected if you wait any longer? Hurry up!"

"No, you can't. You can't hurt my child!"

Seeing to be out of control.

The mother and son in the corner finally moved.The thin mother glanced at the freshly brewed medicine in the jar and sighed, stepped forward and shouted: "This child is not a plague, I can prove it!"

This sound attracted everyone's attention, "What proof do you have? Don't think that I didn't see it. The old woman talked to you when you came in. Who knows if you are in the same group."

"No, listen to me, I can really prove it. This child was bitten by a poisonous insect on his hand, and he will be fine after taking the medicine." She quickly explained.

"You said it was bitten by poisonous insects, so it was bitten by poisonous insects!" Another person shouted.

The woman hurriedly said: "I was bitten by that bug before. I happened to cook herbs just now. If you don't believe me, let this child drink it and you will know."

Everyone was silent at this moment.

The child's family knew in their hearts that their child was suffering from the same disease as those other people, but after hearing what this lady said, they had an inexplicable sense of trust.The child has already become like this, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than it is now.The old lady believed that the woman would not harm them, so she asked her son to get the medicine.

The child's father hurried over at the gesture of the child's grandmother, and gratefully took the medicine in her hand.

A bowl of green potion was poured into the child's mouth.

Everyone sat quietly and watched.

Not long after, the child's mother said pleasantly: "The child's head is no longer hot, and his face is not so red."

A few bold people walked over to take a look, and found that the child's face was really not as red as it was at first.They didn't say anything more about burning him to death, and they all quietly waited aside.

After waiting like this for a full hour, the child's grandmother was pleasantly surprised to see that the ulcer on the child's arm seemed to be showing signs of opening and closing, and said loudly: "Tian'er's hand is much better. My grandson is not a plague!"

The crowd gradually receded after seeing whether it seemed to be a fake.

The old lady took the thin woman's hand and said, "Thank you so much today. You saved my grandson's life!"

"You're welcome, this is what I should do!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the little girl came over with red eyes and said anxiously: "Mother, you gave the medicine to my little brother, so what should you do? We searched for all these medicines for a whole day."

The old lady also reacted to the child's words, and quickly patted the woman's head, and then she was also shocked. Only then did she know that the woman was also having a high fever at the moment, and she was even more grateful in her heart.At the same time, I am very grateful for my kindness today.

If he hadn't delivered that steamed bun, his grandson would have been in danger.

(End of this chapter)