The Song family built a stove, but still no iron pot. They used a stone slab to grill clams and oysters, which was much more convenient than before.
The fishermen gave them a small pot, and Song Chengliang grabbed a handful of rice and cooked the purest rice porridge he had made since arriving on the island.
As the rice porridge entered their throats, the brothers fell silent, all reminiscing about the days when they lived at home.
The method of cooking this porridge was something Song Chengliang specially learned from the old cook. Later, when the Song family was raided, they dismissed their servants in advance, and they never had rice porridge again.
Wen Shishi held a small bowl by herself, her round eyes darting around, noticing that something was wrong with her brothers...
But she never argued with her brothers; she would ask them directly, "What's wrong with you guys?"
The brothers looked at each other and smiled. The seventh brother sat next to Wen Shishi, and the eldest brother sat on the other side.
The seventh brother smiled and explained, "Back when the older brothers lived in our old house, we often drank this kind of porridge..."
So, brothers, when you drink porridge, you think of your family from the past...
Wen Shishi nodded. "Then where did your former family members go?"
The seventh brother looked troubled, unsure how to explain.
The older brother looked at Wen Shishi and continued, "Some have passed away, some..."
They've left.
Wen Shishi tilted her head up and asked, "Will you still be able to see them in the future?"
Song Chenghou looked thoughtful.
If they are still alive, perhaps we can ask someone to find them, and with great effort, once they have changed their situation and gained some ability.
But perhaps they will never leave Hainan Island in their lifetime, and even if they find it, they may not be able to see it...
At that moment, Wen Shishi thought of her dearest grandfather, "I miss my grandfather too..."
He sighed deeply, revealing a rare moment of inner turmoil.
The tenth brother glanced at his other older brothers and tentatively asked:
"Shishi, do you remember your parents?"
Wen Shishi knew that "爹娘" here meant "father" and "mother".
"My mom and dad? They're so busy, I can't remember..."
Grandpa was always with me...
Upon hearing this, Song Chengxin felt a pang of sympathy and offered words of comfort:
"It's okay, your brothers will be there for you from now on!"
There are ten brothers!
Wen Shishi held out her palm and showed her little finger, seemingly thinking that ten to one was indeed a good deal...
A smile briefly appeared on her face, but her eyes remained dim. "But I still miss my grandfather..."
The Song brothers imagined how good Wen Shishi's grandfather must have been to her, so that the child remembered him so vividly...
I secretly resolved to treat Wen Shishi even better from now on...
Thinking this way, my original worries gradually faded away.
After lunch, the brothers chatted.
Song Chengjian said, "I just went to find Uncle Chen Hai to notify each household, it was so slow..."
What if I say this now, but what if I encounter another poisonous fish next time?
Or perhaps the adults know, but the children still don't know when they grow up?
Song Chengjian believes that popularizing knowledge about risk avoidance and survival is urgently needed.
Even if they are not literate, fishermen rely on the sea for their livelihood. If they cannot understand the risks of the sea, they will suffer many losses innocently.
The brothers all nodded in agreement, and the sixth brother felt it deeply.
If he is poisoned by this kind of fish today and by that kind of fish tomorrow, will he survive?
They're busy saving lives every day!
Not only should people be taught how to identify poisonous fish, but they should also be taught basic emergency response skills...
If someone is poisoned or injured but not seriously, they know how to handle it. Even if they eventually have to be brought to Song Chengfeng for treatment, at least their condition is under control and hasn't worsened...
Song Chengfeng also saved some energy.
"Then we need paper, and we also need someone to teach the course."
Song Chengliang offered a reminder.
"Paper is a problem. If we draw on clothes, firstly, we don't have many clothes left, and secondly, the simple brushes that Young Master Jiang left behind don't have much ink..."
If you draw on the ground, it will be quickly erased if someone steps on it or if the sea washes it away.
Redrawing it would be time-consuming and laborious.
Song Chengxi, the eighth son, offered a reminder.
"Before we teach, we must first learn it ourselves; otherwise, we won't be able to answer questions from others..."
Old Seven reminded me.
"It's best to talk about some common edible varieties, and then gradually add new varieties on that basis."
Otherwise, if a lot of effort is put into popularizing it, but people simply can't use it, it will negatively impact their enthusiasm for learning.
Song Chengliang added.
"The key is that we need to compile teaching materials for these dangerous seafoods and write down all the dangers."
It's not poisonous; please provide information on its uses and how to consume it.
As soon as Song Chengxin finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Wen Shishi.
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