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On the day Zhao Lan gave birth, the villagers came to help. Every household either gave brown rice or eggs, and they gritted their teeth to collect some things to help them through the difficult times.

A few days later, Zhao Lan, who had not yet finished her confinement, got up to work again.

Her frail body took on the responsibility of the family, and worked hard to raise Ping Ge'er into a teenager.

They felt sorry for Zhao Lan, thinking that Ping Ge'er had grown up, and the hardship had paid off.

But the weather was not good, and heavy rain flooded the fields and villages. The villagers left their homeland and fled.

They hid in the mountains, lingering on, and most of the villagers were killed or injured. Zhao Lan worked day and night, and her body was weak. She fell ill early. It rained continuously and she could not see the sun. She fled for her life and suffered hardships. She almost died several times.

It was Ping Ge'er who guarded her day and night, kowtowed every day, hoping that God would be merciful and spare his mother's life.

It is not known whether it was Brother Ping who moved the heavens or whether they were destined to die.

When the water level rose to the top of the mountain, they had no food and had to wait for death on the spot, but at this time, they were rescued by the Taoist priests of Sanqing Mountain.

Then they recuperated in Sanqing Mountain.

But even at Sanqing Mountain, Zhao Lan was still weak, as if the root of the disease had accumulated for a long time and finally broke out in one breath.

Wei Ping asked the Taoist priest to help her, and the Taoist priest did not refuse, but it was very strange that their magic water and elixir had no effect on Zhao Lan, and they could not find any problems after taking her pulse.

It seemed that she was born like this.

After searching for all his friends, he still found nothing, and finally he could only ask Wei Ping to take good care of Zhao Lan, not to work hard, and to rest more.

So his little shoulders took on the responsibility of taking care of his mother.

Brother Ping entered the tent and shouted, "Mom, I'm back."

In the tent, Zhao Lan sat up from the blanket after hearing her son's voice.

She looked about forty years old, weak and not in good condition.

"Ping'er, you're back."

Ping'er immediately went to help his mother.

"Mom, go slowly."

"Mom, it's okay, don't be so careful."

The woman smiled gently and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off Ping'er's head.

"Look, you're running so fast, your face is red."

The young man touched his head and seemed to remember something.

"By the way, mom, look, I found some good things again."

He took out the things in his arms.

It was some leaves and grass roots. Similar to wild vegetable roots.

"Ping'er is really capable, it must be very hard."

The woman touched the young man's head and praised him, and the young man smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not hard, mom, Ping'er will find some good ones tomorrow."

He went to the mountain to find Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to nourish his mother, but he couldn't find them, so he had to get some wild vegetables.

I heard from a Taoist priest that meat and vegetables should be matched, so even if it was just some wild vegetables, he felt happy.

As long as his mother is well, he is willing to do anything.

After cooking the fish soup, Wei Ping watched his mother drink it little by little. The tent gradually became warmer, and his little face was full of warmth.

"Mother, you should rest soon. The weather is good these days and it is not cold anymore."

Without heavy rain or strong wind, the cold and damp weather has improved.

"Well, Ping'er, go to sleep too. You must be tired today."

"No, mother, you should go to sleep soon."

Zhao Lan was probably really tired and fell asleep vaguely.

After confirming that Zhao Lan was really asleep, Wei Ping quietly got up, took out the bow he had brought back, and played with it lovingly.

Wei Ping has a special liking for bows.

Maybe it's because his father is a hunter.

So when he saw this bow, he couldn't help but bring it back.

He wanted to pull the bow, but he didn't know why he couldn't pull it.

The bowstring was taut, and he couldn't pull it no matter how hard he tried.

Why can't I pull it? Is it because I don't have enough strength?

He clearly encountered wolves and tigers along the way, and he also tried his best.

But looking at his arms that didn't have much flesh, he curled his lips, well, it seems that it's still not strong enough.

He still needs to continue training.

He put down the bow and quietly ran out of the tent, and a Taoist priest had been waiting here for a long time.

"Brother Zhu."

He shouted happily.

"Yeah."

Wearing a Taoist robe, he smiled at the young Taoist priest who was probably less than 20 years old.

"It's a little early today, but it's okay. Let's finish our homework early and rest early."

Brother Zhu is a young Taoist priest in Sanqing Mountain. He usually takes care of Wei Ping and his son. Seeing that Wei Ping has a bit of the style of fighting tigers and leopards, he has a love for talent and takes him to rest every night.

It's not meditation or something, but some simple boxing.

It is used by ordinary mortals and martial artists to strengthen their bodies.

The breathing method of Sanqing Mountain must not be disclosed.

What we have to do today is a boxing method called Tiger and Leopard Fist.

Wei Ping has only learned this boxing method for a week, and now he can perform it with great vigor and a faint sound of tiger and leopard.

"Color!"

Brother Zhu couldn't help but shout when he saw him do it two or three times.

"Wei Ping, what you said a few days ago, are you really not going to consider it?"

Brother Zhu was talking about asking Wei Ping to join Sanqing Mountain.

He considered this child. He has a pure heart and is honest. He is a natural saint body for practicing Taoism. If he enters Sanqing Mountain, he will definitely achieve great things in the future.

He can also see that this child's heart is towards the sky.

But no matter how high the sky is, it is not as high as his mother on the ground.

Wei Ping shook his head with guilt and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhu."

"No problem, I'm just making a suggestion. It's up to you to decide."

"The flood crisis has been resolved, and the world is in ruins. It's up to you to decide whether to stay or go."

During this period, many refugees have not lacked food and clothing because of the help from all over the world. In other words, they are happy to have meat to eat, even if they eat fish every day.

It's just that the heavy rain stops and the flood is cleared, and the refugees have to start moving.

They have to reclaim new fields and build new houses on the land of the five continents that were flooded by the flood.

After the disaster, they will be greeted by a new life.

The refugees also have to make a choice, whether to go back to their hometown or stay here for warmth.

If they don't want to be farmers anymore, they can also join the projects organized by the sect forces or the Xuanyuan Dynasty, such as clearing the river and cleaning up the debris, and cleaning the land of the five continents.

They will get wages and have food.

The treatment will never be bad.

If they want to return to their hometown, there will be people to send them back.

"Brother Zhu, our villagers have already discussed and decided to go back."

It's not just their village that thinks so, but many people think so.

Returning to one's roots is their lifelong expectation.

No matter how good the outside world is, they have to return to their roots.

"Is that so? Since you have decided, when will you leave?"

"About three days later."

Three days later, Wei Ping packed up his things and helped his mother out of the tent. The villagers of the small mountain village had already gathered together.

They asked Zhao Lan about her condition with concern.

"Mother Ping'er, how do you feel?"

"Have you been feeling uncomfortable these days?"

"This trip is tiring, it's good for you and Brother Ping to stay here, why bother running around?"

Zhao Lan responded one by one.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm much better, don't worry."

A group of thirty people asked about each other's well-being for a while, and soon, a Taoist priest came and led them on a large ship that could soar into the sky.

In addition to them, there were other people who were also preparing to go back today.

It was not their first time on a boat. When the Taoist priest from Sanqing Mountain rescued them, he was driving such a boat.

But even so, they were still amazed.

How could a boat fly in the sky?

Wei Ping helped his mother rest in the boat, fearing that the wind would give her a headache.

Zhao Lan patted the back of her hand.

"I really want to go out and take a look. It's not raining now. It must be very beautiful outside. Mother is not lucky enough to see it. Can Ping'er go and see it for mother?"

The scenery outside.

The white clouds are leisurely and the blue sky remains the same. How long has he not seen the blue sky and white clouds?

It must be beautiful to look down from the big boat.

But Wei Ping shook his head.

"Mother is the most beautiful. Ping'er just look at mother."

Zhao Lan touched Wei Ping's head.

"Silly child"

The boat stopped from time to time, and groups of people carried their bags and returned to their hometown. After a while, they arrived at the villagers of the small mountain village.

They got off the boat and returned to the foot of the mountain.

The mountains were no different from before.

It just became much more bare.

The flood changed the world, and every corner was different from before.

The fields and houses were gone, and they had to start all over again.

Fortunately, they worked hard, and the Taoist priests did not just send them back.

They were kind-hearted and gave everyone a lot of food materials, so there would be no livelihood problems in the short term.

So the men gathered together, built houses, reclaimed fields, sowed seeds, and worked day and night.

So the women gathered together, prepared three meals a day, asked about each other's well-being, and took care of the housework, and everything was in order.

The small mountain village was quickly rebuilt.

Wei Ping had learned some boxing from Brother Zhu, and had some strength. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy could already shelter his mother from the wind and rain.

He usually planted crops and took care of his mother, and occasionally helped the villagers when he had time.

As the days passed, the village became lively.

Nothing seemed to have happened in the small mountain village, and the smell of fireworks enveloped the village.

May and June passed, and winter came again.

Wei Ping helped his mother lie down.

Life was not difficult, but his mother did not get better.

On this winter day, his mother fell ill in the house.

The fire was very strong and the house was warm, but his mother's hands were cold.

"Mom, you should go to sleep soon, and you will be fine if you fall asleep."

"I will go to ask the doctor tomorrow."

In fact, the small village is small but complete. In the past, there were doctors and teachers. Wei Ping learned to read and understand knowledge from the teacher.

But the flood fell, the teacher disappeared, and the doctor fell into the water while collecting herbs for treatment. Now this small village has nothing.

"Mom is fine, don't worry. Mom won't abandon Ping'er."

"Yes, Ping'er believes in mom."

Amid the crackling of firewood, Zhao Lan slowly fell asleep. Wei Ping didn't want to let go and held his mother tightly, but even with his temper, he couldn't warm her hand.

It was so cold, like ice.

I don't know if it was because Zhao Lan's temper gradually increased or she felt better, but her cold hands gradually warmed up.

Wei Ping was relieved.

But he still didn't sleep all night.

The next day, he asked Aunt Li next door to help take care of his mother, and ran to the town quickly to ask the doctor in the town to see her.

The doctor examined her for a while and said, "It's an old problem. The root of the disease was caused during childbirth. In addition, she worked too hard and experienced a natural disaster. She didn't eat any nutritious food during this period, so she became weak again."

"Let me prescribe two doses of medicine. You should rest well during this period of time and don't get up again."

"There should be enough firewood in the house, so you can't stand the cold."

Wei Ping remembered everything in his mind. He handed the few brown rice in the house to the doctor, and caught one of the two hens sent by the Taoist priests as medicine and money.

The doctor took it and went to get the medicine.

That night, Zhao Lan drank the medicine and fell asleep.

Wei Ping confirmed that his mother was fine and left the house.

Aunt Li and Uncle Li had not returned yet, and they all looked at him.

"Thank you, Uncle Li and Aunt Li, thank you today. Mom has taken the medicine and has fallen asleep. She is much better."

"It's okay. We are all neighbors. I won't sit idly by if I can help."

Uncle Li patted Wei Ping on the shoulder.

"Take good care of your mother at home during this period of time. No matter what happens, you have to be strong."

"I know, Uncle Li."

The two comforted Wei Ping a few more words and then went back to their own room.

Uncle Li sighed and leaned on the kang.

"Sister-in-law Wei, I'm afraid you won't make it through this winter."

Wei Ping was still young and couldn't stand the stimulation. Uncle Li asked the doctor about the specific situation. The doctor couldn't hide it and had to say that the disease was incurable.

Aunt Li was emotional and couldn't help wiping tears.

"Sister-in-law Wei is only in her early thirties. How could God be so unfair to her?"

She was a girl from the next village. Although her family didn't value her, because she was a girl, she was allowed to do the dirty and tiring work, and even beaten and scolded, and didn't give her food.

After a lot of effort, she grew up. Because she was born graceful and graceful, there were countless people in the surrounding area who wanted to match her.

In the end, it was the eldest brother of the Wei family who got the beauty.

When they first came, the couple was in harmony and loved each other. I thought they would be a loving couple that everyone envied, and Sister-in-law Wei would finally get their reward after all the hardships.

But she never thought that on that winter snowy day, the eldest brother of the Wei family would never come back, and the sister-in-law of the Wei family would struggle to support the family.

She raised the child with great difficulty, and it was finally time for happiness, but there was a flood, and she was plagued by illness.

Now Brother Ping has become a little adult, but he is leaving again.

Could it be that God really does not want the sister-in-law of the Wei family to enjoy a day of peace and happiness?

".Okay, don't cry, we will take care of her during this period."

"When I was a child, there was a drought, our family was poor, and I almost starved to death. It was the eldest brother of the Wei family who helped me. Now his wife and children are like this, I can't just sit back and watch."

The Li couple sighed, then turned off the lights and went to bed.

But after they went to bed, Wei Ping quietly carried the giant axe and picked up the longbow, ready to go up the mountain.

He listened.

The doctor said that my mother had not eaten anything nutritious recently, and it must be because there was no meat in the house.

The fish and meat sent by the Taoist priests had been eaten long ago. These days, my mother has been eating wild vegetables and tree roots. My mother wants to eat meat.

He will definitely let my mother eat meat!

It is not easy to walk in the mountains in winter.

The mountains are covered with continuous snow, which can cover the ankles.

He has no sweaters or woolen shoes, only simple straw sandals.

Walking in the snow is like walking naked, which is painful.

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