The dark-faced boy swallowed his saliva and glanced nervously at the statue of the Earth God. This amount of silver was so tempting.
"Master, I haven't met him yet. I can only tell you when I know who he is." The black-faced boy smiled like a greedy villain.
The men glanced at him disdainfully, their eyes fixed on the little guy lying under the statue of the Earth God. "Why is he sleeping there?"
"Is this kid like what you described?" The black-faced boy ran over and picked up the little guy.
Pointing at the little guy's skinny head, he said, "Actually, this little guy has only been here these past two days. Who knows, maybe he's the one I'm looking for."
"Bah! Damn beggar, don't mess with me for a little money."
Several people had no intention of staying here. If they stayed any longer, this guy would probably find some beggars to pretend to be him.
"Tell us if you see a stranger." Then he walked out.
"Xiao Hei, you scared us to death."
Blackface made a shushing gesture, his voice getting louder. "I'm doing this for everyone's good. The little one is still so young, how are we going to feed him in the future?"
The little guy next to him understood and said, "Then let's go out for a walk tomorrow and tell others if we see any strangers."
"Okay. The reward for reporting the news is also quite high."
The people outside the dilapidated temple sneered at the words and quickly caught up with their companions.
Black-faced man tiptoed to the side door and watched for a long time, then asked the little beggar beside him to close the door and prop it up with a stick.
"Brother Curly and Grandpa haven't come back yet?"
Blackface picked up some firewood from the ground and added a few sticks to the fire, saying silently, "Let them come in through the dog hole."
The dilapidated temple was full of holes, even the windows were broken.
There is no need to come in through the main door.
The little beggars stopped talking and stared at everyone with wide eyes.
The little girl who had been holding the sick boy screamed, "Little Jiji's body is no longer hot, and he has opened his eyes."
Everyone gathered around.
You have to know that every little beggar who got a fever before had a very low chance of survival. They would be scalded for a few days and then they would never be able to speak or stand up again.
Curly would take a few older children and bury them under a tree behind the ruined temple.
"Is the old man a god?" a child asked in surprise.
Black Face thought for a moment and said, "Have you ever seen a deity that looks like a beggar?"
Everyone said in unison: "No."
"The old man is not a god, but he must be a miracle doctor. Those people must be bad guys, we can't let them take the old man away." The black face had red eyes.
He held the corner of his clothes tightly in his little hands, wondering if his sister could survive if she met the old man.
I remember my sister lying in his arms, her feverish red face smiling at him. "Brother, I saw mother. Mother's embrace is so warm."
After that, my sister no longer had a fever.
It gradually became hard and cold.
The little red face doesn't look good either.
He couldn't bear to leave his sister under the tree to be bitten by insects.
In the end, Curly and his men forcibly took his sister away and buried her under her favorite flower.
From that point on, blackface became blackface.
No longer laughing.
A man huddled in a corner, hating Curly.
In fact, he couldn't tell whether he blamed Curly for burying his sister or whether he himself was unable to save his sister.
The moment the bad guys came in to arrest people, he really wanted to tell them where Dabao was hiding.
But when he thought of how Mr. Ke treated little Gigi, he finally changed his mind.
If these little beggars had met Mr. Ke, would they have had different opportunities?
Blackface crawled out of the dog hole and came to a dense patch of blooming yellow flowers. He sat there staring at the flowers in a daze. "Sister, it would be so nice if you could live to this day."
Erbao chuckled: "Where's my sister?"
Heimian turned his head and saw Erbao quickly crawling over and sitting next to him.
"Can't you walk?"
Erbao sat down next to Heimian, pointing at his slightly deformed ankle and grinning. "I could walk before, but then I got beaten up by some bad guys."
"But I'm not afraid, my mother is a miracle doctor. She will cure my legs." Erbao patted his short legs.
His eyebrows curved downwards. "Brother Xiaohei, do you miss Mommy and Daddy? I miss Mommy and Daddy so much. I will never make Mommy angry again."
My mother must be very worried. If she can't find Dabao and me, she will be sad and cry." Erbao's eyes were filled with tears again.
"I don't have parents, and I don't know what they look like." Heimian touched the flowers in front of him with his hand.
Erbao was so sad when he heard this. "Then you are so pitiful. You don't have parents in the northwest anymore."
"But Xibei is thick-skinned. He said his parents wanted him to live well."
The dark-faced man's face became even darker. That Northwest guy must be very happy.
He knows what his parents said to him.
"What if you can't walk for the rest of your life?"
Erbao was stunned, his cheeks puffed up in anger. "Brother Xiaohei is a bad guy. I'm going to ignore you." Erbao was very confident that Su Qi and Mr. Ke would heal his injuries.
"Grandpa can cure me too. He will definitely collect herbs to cure me." Erbao stuck his butt out and quickly crawled back.
He slipped through the dog hole very accurately, and it was obvious that he was an expert in cave climbing.
Until midnight.
Mr. Ke and Juanmao brought back a lot of herbs.
As soon as Mr. Ke came back, he became busy. Curly found a broken jar and followed Mr. Ke around to do odd jobs.
He saw the black-faced people coming over and felt strange but didn't ask any questions.
"Here, grab a handful of this herb and a few of this. Take the root of this one and just the tender tip of this one..." Mr. Ke's prescription seemed very casual.
Curly was confused by what he heard.
Why isn’t it as mysterious as a medical clinic?
"Grandpa, you have only a few, a few. Don't you have a specific quantity?"
"Quantity is in my mind. A doctor must learn to utilize the essence of heaven and earth." After Old Ke spoke in a mysterious manner, several little guys over ten years old gathered around him.
Even Zhiyi came over.
"The medicine in this broken jar is for the little one with a fever."
"Give Dabao the medicine here. Zhiyi, you stay here and look after Dabao's medicine jar."
"Yes, Mr. Ke." Zhiyi squatted down and added a piece of firewood to the fire under the broken jar.
Old Ke stood up and took Zeng Wuming's pulse first. His face was solemn and he said nothing. Zeng Wuming felt uneasy. "Old Ke, am I not well?"
"You kid are deliberately going against me. Can I not save your life?" Old Ke reached out to hit Zeng Wuming, but stopped at his ear. Instead, he pinched his ear and said, "I'll settle the score with you when you get better."
"Grandpa, you can't bully Brother Wuming." Erbao raised his little face and came in front of Mr. Ke.
Mr. Ke reached out and picked up Erbao, "You little guy, you don't know how to respect the elderly." But his hand touched Erbao's ankle.
Erbao's eyes opened wide and his face became distorted.
"It hurts so much, Grandpa. I won't do it again, I won't do it again." Erbao grinned and was about to cry again.
Old Ke sighed and hugged Erbao in his arms. "Erbao, grandpa will go into the mountains to collect herbs in the next few days. Can you bear it for a few more days?"
"Okay. Grandpa, Bao's feet hurt."
"Grandpa will rub you." Old Ke stretched out his hand and rubbed Erbao's calf a few times.
Dabao's medicine was ready first, and Zhiyi poured it into a porcelain bowl and brought it over.
A bird chirped, and Juanmao's expression darkened. "Grandpa, hurry to the cellar." Old Ke held Dabao, Zhiyi held Erbao, and they went back into the cellar, medicine bowl in one hand and medicine bowl in the other.
Zeng Wuming was the last one to go down.
Curly poured out the herbs from the broken jar used to make medicine for Dabao and buried them under the thorns next to the ruined temple.
When another group of people came in, they saw Curly feeding little Jiji medicine. The little guy had a bitter face and refused to drink, "It's bitter, bitter."
"Can I give you some candy after you finish drinking it?"
When little Jiji heard that there was candy, he nodded and said, "Sister, pinch my nose."
The little girl pinched his nose, and little Gigi drank half a bowl in one breath.
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