Chapter 271: Consolation (Last update with additional recommendation tickets)
After looking carefully, I realized that the child was in pain. He was struggling with very small movements and making very small sounds from his mouth. Manbao heard that sounded like crying.
She asked the other three uncertainly, "Listen, is he crying?"
Dafu nodded, "Yes, he was crying. My grandma said he was hungry."
After saying that, she took a bowl of half-cold rice soup from the table beside her and carefully put some into his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips but didn't drink much, she couldn't hold back her tears again.
He first glanced at his mother who had her eyes tightly closed, and then whispered to Manbao, "My grandmother said that my mother has no milk, and my little brother has nothing to eat. He can only drink rice soup. If my little brother was fine, he could drink some rice soup and then grind the rice and boil it until it is mushy, or he could be taken to another village to beg for a drink of milk, and he would always be able to save his life. But my little brother is in this state. He can hardly drink rice soup, let alone rice porridge. And if we take him to beg for milk, I'm afraid he will die if the wind blows..."
So Zhou Hu's family actually gave up on this child.
Manbao felt extremely heartbroken. Her family had always told her how difficult it was for her to live since she was a child. When she was very young, her mother had no milk and had to rely on the rations stolen from the three sheep.
Manbao clenched his fist, took the bowl from Dafu and said, "I'll feed you."
She took a sip herself first, then said disdainfully: "It's cold, you have to have it hot."
Dafu immediately said, "I'll go get another bowl."
Manbao lay down beside him and looked at the child. Bai Shanbao was used to it and didn't think he was particularly ugly. Then he asked, "Can't we hire a wet nurse if we don't have milk?"
Manbao said without hesitation: "I definitely can't afford it."
Manbao seemed to be thinking about it and asked Keke, "If people in the future don't give birth to their own babies, will they still feed their babies themselves?"
"Is there any nutritional solution and milk powder for the child?"
Manbao's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Is it expensive?"
Of course it is expensive. Food for infants and young children is always expensive no matter what era it is.
In the future, there will be no most expensive, only more expensive.
Even though the entire galaxy provides the best welfare for children, with free milk powder and nutrient solution available every week, the children's parents always seem to feel that the things distributed by the galaxy are not very good, and are always more willing to spend more money to buy other milk powder. Therefore, the nutrient solution and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.
Manbao searched secretly and found that the required points were indeed not cheap.
She sighed, hesitating about buying it but unable to make up her mind, "What is milk powder made of? Is it human milk?"
Koko: "...No, it's the milk of other mammals. In fact, the host can use local materials. I searched the encyclopedia and found that in ancient times, milk powder was mostly made from cow's milk and goat's milk."
"In ancient times?"
"Yes, the earliest information in the encyclopedia currently dates back to the 17th century of the Earth Era. There's nothing earlier than that." Koko scanned the child in front of the bed and felt that he looked much worse than the host. However, as a system created by humans, his chip was programmed to develop a favorable impression of humans, so he offered some advice. "Goat's milk is more suitable for infants like this than cow's milk, but it has a strong smell. I suggest that the host use a pinch of green tea or jasmine tea to brew it to remove the smell."
Manbao nodded.
Bai Shanbao had been chattering on the side. Seeing Manbao nod, he said, "Do you agree with me too?"
Manbao looked at him, not wanting to admit that he had been distracted, so he asked, "Why hasn't Dafu come back yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.
The two children stopped talking and made way for him.
Manbao personally scooped a spoonful of rice soup, blew on it slightly, and then carefully put it in his mouth, letting it leak out little by little.
The child drank a little, then started crying weakly and vomited the rice soup.
Manbao was stunned. "Why doesn't he drink?"
"He has drunk milk, of course he doesn't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came. Manbao looked up and found that Chen had opened her eyes at some point and was looking at them sideways.
Manbao was delighted and asked, "Then Sister Tiger, please feed him again."
"I have no milk. Yesterday at the pharmacy, your sister-in-law took him to ask someone to feed him a few sips of milk." Although she said so, she still raised her hand with difficulty to undress and feed the child.
Qian noticed the situation and quickly stepped forward to hold her hand, saying, "Don't move. If there's no milk, there's no milk. You've lost so much blood, how can you have milk?"
In Qian's view, milk is made of essence and blood.
She looked down at the child who had his eyes tightly closed, sighed softly, reached out to pick him up, took the spoon from Manbao's hand, and said, "Let me do it."
Chen's mother also saw it. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and saw Qian patting the child gently and feeding him rice soup bit by bit.
At first he didn't eat it and kept vomiting it out.
But Qian didn't mind. If he didn't eat once, she would feed him twice. If he didn't eat twice, she would feed him three times. Her movements were neither hurried nor slow. She insisted on pouring one or two drops of rice soup into his lips every time.
Because the child was still young, she didn't put the soup directly into his tongue, but into his lips. It would be best if he could suck it, otherwise it would spill out.
I don’t know how long it took, but the child might have been tired, or really hungry, or perhaps tasted the rice soup, and finally stopped spitting it out and started sucking it instead.
Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that he was moving quite fast, she sped up.
The child sucked and made a soft humming sound.
Not only Chen's mother, but also Chen was stunned.
Qian fed him the whole bowl of rice soup, then said to Chen on the bed, "The child still wants to live."
At this sentence, Chen burst into tears instantly. She grasped Qian's hand, and tears dripped into her hand like a stream of water. "Aunt, Aunt, I want to live too, and I want him to live too, but what can I do, what can I do..."
The room was silent, and no one spoke.
Qian let her cry, and after she had cried for a long time, she comforted her: "Okay, you can't cry all the time during confinement, otherwise it will hurt your eyes in the future."
"If you want to live, then live. Look at me. I've been sick for so many years, but I'm still alive." Qian said, "Many times, I almost lost my life, but I managed to survive by fighting for my last breath."
Chen raised her head with tears in her eyes, looked at Qian, then at Manbao, and the expression on her face became firmer.
Manbao had not come when Chen married in. Of course, she knew what was going on with Manbao. Qian was already seriously ill at the time, and her condition improved slightly after Zhou Yin came back. But after Zhou Yin was carried back, she collapsed and was only left with one breath.
In the end, he managed to survive with all his might.
What she didn't quite understand before was that he was her uncle, not her biological son.
But now she vaguely understood something.
The newly born Sanshou stretched out his little hands and looked at you eagerly: Can you give me a red envelope? I have to make an appearance tomorrow and give a bribe to the lovely, beautiful, tall bamboo master.
(End of this chapter)
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