Song Chenghou held Wen Shishi in his arms, and the little one rubbed her eyes with her chubby fingers...
The other brothers of the Song family called out to their eldest brother...
Song Chenghou thought his younger brother was trying to persuade him, so he pulled the shirt that his second younger brother, Song Chengjian, was wearing closer to Wen Shishi...
Song Chenghou said, "We won't need one more mouth..."
At that moment, Song Chenghou clearly didn't realize that the little person in front of him had a mouth that was not only "wide-open," but could even swallow a bowl whole...
And you're so picky!
Of course, that's a story for another time.
Unexpectedly, the Song brothers didn't say anything else, but stepped forward to greet Wen Shishi.
"Hello, little sister, I'm your third brother! What's your name?"
"Hello little sister, I'm your fourth brother..."
"I am Fifth Brother!"
"Sixth Brother!"
"I am Seventh Brother!"
"I am a myna bird!"
Song Chengxi, the eighth son, made a remark that made everyone around him burst into laughter.
Even Wen Shishi, nestled in Song Chenghou's arms, covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons with laughter...
Clearly, she understood.
Seeing Wen Shishi's adorable and intelligent appearance, the Song brothers felt their hearts melting...
Even though they had just found the little girl, they already felt wonderful!
Hi little sister!
My little sister is so cute!
The ninth brother, Song Chengyuan, suddenly spoke up, "If our parents knew that we had taken in a youngest daughter on their behalf, how happy they would be!"
The tenth son, Song Chengxin, suddenly stopped being mischievous and said seriously, "Yes! Father and Mother have always wanted a daughter..."
The Song brothers' emotions were slightly affected when their parents were mentioned.
Just then, the old woman who had gone home to get bird eggs came running back.
Following Song Chengfeng's suggestion, they also took two bowls.
Song Chengfeng took the bird eggs and bowls and spread the two bowls out on their own.
Crack open each bird egg, put the yolk into one bowl, and beat the egg white into another bowl.
Whisk the egg whites until smooth, then gently help the child drink it. His wound, which had been pricked and rinsed, has gradually healed...
He then said to the woman, "You should be alright now. We'll stay at the temple for the next few days. If the poison isn't completely cleared, you can come back to the temple to find me..."
The woman, holding her child, and the surrounding fishermen all expressed their gratitude to Song Chengfeng.
I heard that they were planning to stay at a temple...
A kind fisherman stepped forward to lead the way, saying, "Come on, I'll take you there!"
Master Huiyuan is a very kind person; he will definitely take you in!
Song Chenghou had a moderate voice but a weaker foundation; after carrying Wen Shishi for a while, he became a little out of breath...
Song Chengjian and his brothers all tried to hug him, but in the end, Song Chengjian succeeded.
On behalf of his brothers, Song Chenghou bowed to the fishermen in gratitude.
The fisherman smiled sheepishly, "It's nothing! Look at you all, you came and helped us rescue Xiaobao, and you even saved this little girl..."
This shows that they are all kind-hearted people.
Since you have a kind heart, you will surely be rewarded.
By the way, there's a big mountain behind the temple that connects to the surrounding area; it's the famous Limu Mountain. It's very dangerous inside, so please don't go in!
This is the third person to remind the Song brothers today.
Therefore, Song Chenghou respectfully asked, "May I ask, what kind of danger are you referring to?"
If the fishermen hadn't mentioned it, the Song brothers would have assumed it was because there were many snakes, rats, and insects in the mountains, or that it was easy to clash with the Li people...
Unexpectedly, the fishermen's explanation was far more dangerous than they had imagined.
"On our island, the Li people are also divided into two types."
The people living on the mountain are the Shengli, who are fierce and warlike, and are irreconcilably opposed to the people of the Yin Dynasty!
Almost none of the Yin people who went into the mountains survived, except for those with power who were able to buy their way out with large sums of money...
Besides, they would also come down from the mountain to abduct the Yin people and bring them up to be enslaved. So going up the mountain was like lambs to the slaughter…
The Song brothers exchanged glances, becoming increasingly alert and observing their surroundings.
Upon arriving at the temple, the ten people could not hide their astonishment.
It was much smaller than they had imagined.
The fishermen understood their expressions and honestly replied, "The temple isn't big, is it?"
Taking advantage of the fishermen's presence, Song Chenghou seized the opportunity to ask, "Abbot and Master, how do you usually make a living?"
The fisherman said, "There's a small courtyard behind the temple where the abbot and the monks grow sweet potatoes. They don't have many, just enough to make porridge..."
The Tanka people and fishermen around us have all received some kindness from the abbot, but we usually make a living by fishing and our families don't have much food...
The abbot and his disciples cannot eat fish and meat, so we can only offer them some sweet potatoes as a token of our respect...
"Each little bit helps, and with donations from other fishermen, the temple can barely keep going."
Song Chenghou looked at the barren beach and land, then gazed at the majestic Limu Mountain behind the temple...
I couldn't help but ask the fishermen, "As you said, the Tanka people and fishermen don't farm..."
Moreover, the temple is a simple place. You mentioned earlier that it has common medicines such as insect repellent and cold remedies. I wonder where they got them?
It is important to note that the Song family was penniless.
Even though the sixth son, Song Chengfeng, was a skilled doctor, without medicinal herbs, he couldn't cook without rice.
The fishermen didn't mind their many questions and patiently explained, "Earlier, the Li people from Limu Mountain were injured during the imperial siege and were treated by the abbot and the monks in the temple..."
As a token of their gratitude, they send a batch of common medicinal herbs to the temple every year.
"Oh!" Song Chenghou suddenly realized and bowed to the fishermen again.
The fisherman glanced at Wen Shishi, who was being carried into Cheng Jian's arms, and left with a smile.
When the eleven siblings appeared at the temple gate, the young novice monk sweeping the area was startled and quickly invited them to the main hall, while the others went to report to the abbot.
Seeing this, the novice monks did not turn the Song brothers away or make them wait outside, but instead invited them in...
It is evident that the abbot was kind and tolerant, and the monks in the temple were all very kind-hearted under his guidance.
A short while later, Abbot Huiyuan slowly walked out.
He was thin but energetic, with a firm and clear gaze.
With a smile on his face, his gaze swept over the ten Song brothers one by one, before settling on Wen Shishi in Song Chengjian's hands...
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Looking back at the Song family members, Abbot Huiyuan chanted with both hands, "Amitabha..."
Then he looked at Song Chenghou, who was clearly the backbone of the Song brothers, and said gently, "Children, you've worked hard!"
His gaze swept over the rest of the Song family members.
It was just a soft, gentle sentence, but the Song brothers' eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
Wen Shishi stared blankly at Song Chengjian, then at Song Chenghou beside her, and then at the others...
Although she didn't understand, she still whispered, "Don't cry! Don't cry!"
She used her little hands to wipe Song Chengjian's eyes.
Upon seeing this, Abbot Huiyuan smiled and nodded slightly.
Suddenly, an untimely sound broke the silence of the main hall.
"Gurgle!"
The Song brothers looked at each other, both wondering if they had made the noise from their stomachs unintentionally.
Only the little figure in Song Chengjian's arms, cradling its belly with a slightly flushed face, stretched its neck and cried out, "I'm hungry!"
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