Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 270 Consolation (Recommended starting point plus the last one)

  After seeing it clearly, I realized that the child was feeling uncomfortable, struggling with a small amplitude, and making a very small cry in his mouth. Man Bao sounded like crying.

  Unsurely, she asked the other three people, "Listen, is he crying?"

  Dafu nodded, "It's crying, my grandma said he is hungry."

   After all, he took a bowl of semi-cold rice soup from the table on the side, and carefully smeared some of his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips, but didn't drink it much, he couldn't help crying again.

He first glanced at his mother who was closing her eyes, and then whispered to Man Bao: "My grandmother said, my mother has no milk, and my little brother has nothing to eat, so I can only drink some rice soup. If my little brother is good, drink Order rice soup and grind the rice to simmer, or take it to another village to ask for a sip of milk. It can always hold back the life, but my little brother like this, the rice soup is not easy to drink, let alone eat. I got rice porridge, and I took it to ask for milk, I'm afraid the wind will blow..."

  So Zhou Hu's family actually gave up this child.

  Man Bao felt that her heart ached. Since she was a child, her family told her how difficult it is to live. When she was very young, her mother had no milk, and she grabbed three rations.

  Man Bao clenched his fist and took the bowl from Dafu's hand: "I'll feed it."

  She took a sip by herself first, and then said disgustedly: "This is cold, it must be hot."

  Dafu immediately said: "I'm going to change a bowl."

  Man Bao just lay on the side to watch the child. Bai Shanbao got used to it. He felt that he was not particularly ugly. Then he asked: "Can't you please get a nanny without milk?"

  Man Bao said without even thinking about it: "I definitely can't afford it."

  Man Bao thoughtfully asked Keke, “If people in the future don’t give birth to their own babies, will they still feed their own babies?”

  "Any nutrient solution and milk powder for children?"

  Man Bao had bright eyes and asked, "Is it expensive?"

  Expensive, of course, is expensive. What infants and young children eat is expensive regardless of the age.

  In the future, there will not be the most expensive, only more expensive.

Even if the benefits of StarCraft are the best for the children, there are free milk powder and nutrient solution every week, but the parents of the children always feel that the things that StarCraft sends are not good, and they are always more willing to spend more. Money to buy other milk powder, and therefore, the nutrient solution and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.

  Man Bao searched for it, and found that the required points are really not cheap.

   She sighed, hesitated to buy, but was undecided, "What is milk powder made of? Is it also human milk?"

  Keke: "...No, it's the milk of other mammals. In fact, the host can get the source locally. I searched the information in the encyclopedia and found that the milk powder in ancient times was mostly made from milk and goat milk."

"In the past?"

"Yes, the information in the current encyclopedia can be traced back to the seventeenth century of the Earth Era, and there are no earlier ones." Keke scanned the child in front of the bed and felt that he was much worse than the host, but As a system made by humans, its chip contains programs to produce good feelings for humans. Therefore, it is not hesitating to suggest, "Goat's milk is more suitable for this kind of infants than milk, but it is more mutated. It is recommended that the host use a pinch of green tea, or Boil the jasmine tea to get rid of the smell."

  Man Bao nodded.

  Bai Shanbao has been chatting on the sidelines. Seeing Manbao nodded, he said: "You agree with me too?"

  Man Bao looked at him, not embarrassed to say that he had lost his mind just now, and asked, “Why hasn’t Dafu come back yet?”

  Only when the voice fell, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.

  The two children stopped talking for a moment, and gave him a position.

  Man Bao personally scooped a spoonful of rice soup, and put it carefully on his mouth after blowing it slightly, leaking a little bit down.

  The child drank a little, then wept weakly and vomited the rice soup.

  Man Bao was in a daze, "Why doesn't he drink?"

   "He has drunk milk, and of course he doesn't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came, Man Bao raised his head, and then discovered that Chen had opened his eyes for some time and looked at them sideways.

  Man Baoyi was overjoyed and asked: "The tiger sister-in-law, you can feed him again."

   "I don't have milk. When I was at the pharmacy yesterday, your sister-in-law took him to beg for a couple of milks." That said, she still raised her hand with difficulty to undress and feed the baby.

  Qian noticed the situation here, and hurriedly stepped forward and held down her hand and said, “Don’t move. If you don’t have it, you don’t. How can you have milk if you have so much blood?”

  In Qian's view, milk is made of blood.

  She looked down at the child who was closing her eyes, sighed quietly, reached out and picked him up, took the spoon in Man Bao's hand, and said, "I'm coming."

  Mother Chen also saw it. She hesitated for a while before she stepped forward, and saw Qian patted the child gently, feeding him the rice soup little by little.

  He didn't eat at first, and he continued to vomit out.

  But Qian didn't mind. She fed it twice if she didn't eat once, and fed it three times if she didn't eat twice. She didn't rush or slow, and insisted on pouring the one or two drops of rice soup into his lips every time.

  Because the child is still young, she does not put the soup directly into her tongue, but put it into her lips. He can **** the best, but if it can't, it will overflow.

  I don’t know how long it has passed. The child may be tired, or he may be really hungry. Perhaps he tasted the taste of rice soup and finally stopped vomiting out, but started to suck.

  Qian sighed in relief, and saw that his speed was not slow, so he accelerated.

  The child started to **** and made a faint hum.

  Not only Chen's mother, but Chen's family were all dumbfounded.

  Qian gave him a bowl of rice soup, and then said to Chen on the bed: "The child still wants to live."

In a word, Chen burst into tears instantly. As soon as she grasped Qian's hand, tears dripped on her hand like water, "Aunt, aunt, I want to live too, and I want him to live too, what can I do? what to do……"

  It was quiet in the room, and everyone was silent.

  Qian let her cry, and after she cried for a long time, she comforted her: "Well, you can't cry all the time during confinement, or you will hurt your eyes later."

   "Live if you want to live. Look at me. I have been ill for so many years, but I still live?" Qian said: "How many times, I almost died of my life, and I just lived with one breath."

  Chen raised his head with teary eyes, looked at Qian, then at Man Bao, the expression on his face became firmer.

Man Bao hadn't come when Chen married in. Of course she knew what Man Bao was. Qian was already very ill. Zhou Yin only got better when he came back, but after Zhou Yin was brought back, she fell. , There is only one breath left.

  In the end, he insisted on that breath and survived.

  What she didn't quite understand before was her brother-in-law, not her biological son.

  But she now vaguely understands a little bit.

  　, the only-born Sanshou stretched out his little hand and looked at you eagerly: Can I give a red envelope? I will be on the show tomorrow. I want to bribe the lovely, beautiful, tall bamboo master.

  (End of this chapter)