Liang Shengdi really felt like she was just a bag of bones left.
The child is growing up and his appetite is also increasing. These two days, Erbao has been crying all the time. Zhang Xiaonv said that he was not full. When he was at home, he always asked Liang Shengdi to feed him for a while longer.
But the grain bags are almost empty. These past two days, the three adults and one snack in the family have been eating six-grain porridge, which is also the flour borrowed from the Dashan family next door. They have to be returned in due time.
When Liang Shengdi was hungry, she could only drink water. She felt that she could drink five kilograms of water a day.
After drinking water, it either turns into milk or urine. In any case, it does not remain in the stomach, but you have no choice but to continue drinking it.
One time she got up from the bed and wanted to get some water.
Erbao felt that the popularity around him suddenly disappeared, and he started crying again.
His crying now is much louder than when he was just born, but still not as strong as his sister's. His whimpering and crying give Liang Shengdi a headache.
Liang Shengdi had no choice but to pick him up from the bed and carry him to get some water.
The water in the kettle had already run out. What she had just drunk was the water from the stove. There wasn't much left on the stove, and she gulped it all down.
The child was still crying. Liang Shengdi licked her tasteless mouth, then carefully poured the few drops of water left in the scoop into Erbao's mouth.
The baby stopped crying immediately and started smacking his lips vigorously.
"You're hungry too..." Liang Shengdi whispered, "Why don't you just hold it in with Mommy for a while...I'll feed you after your milk is finished at noon, okay?"
After spitting out all the water from her mouth, the baby in the cradle seemed to understand what she said. His little mouth drooped and he began to cry in grievance again.
Liang Shengdi sighed helplessly, put down the water scoop, and carried him into the inner room.
She felt that whether she was feeding or not, she had to go to the house and lie down, because she had no strength at all and felt like she could drop the child to the ground at any second.
She had to go back and lie down quickly.
Because she had no strength, Liang Shengdi dragged her legs when she walked; because of dragging, she accidentally tripped over a protruding stone on the floor of the inner room.
The rubble was from the spring when the Japanese invaders came to the village again and burned down half of the Lin family's house, leaving behind the remains from the reconstruction.
I didn't take it seriously at that time, but now it has become a fatal blow.
Liang Shengdi tripped and felt the child in her arms fly out instantly. Her head hit the edge of the bed and she lost consciousness the next second.
When she woke up again, the room was filled with crying.
When Zhang Xiaonv saw that she woke up, she rushed over and wanted to hit her, crying and shouting, "It's you who killed my grandson."
Of course, several aunts around her quickly hugged her around the waist, and Lin Wenxuan also stood in front of Liang Shengdi to protect her.
"Shengdi is his biological mother! Does she want the child to die? Look at her! Just look at her! How thin she is! And she still wants to breastfeed the child! Where does she get the strength?"
Liang Shengdi only felt her ears buzzing and could no longer hear other people's voices.
Who died? Her son?
Did she kill him?
Yeah?
The child was still lying there, on the stone bed where the mother and daughter had slept together for more than a month, with blood seeping from the swaddling clothes.
Lin Wenxuan said that he hit his head, and he didn't know how long the mother and daughter had been lying there. When they came back, Liang Shengdi was lying on the ground and the child was on the bed, both of them were dead.
In two days, there will be new food.
But the child is gone.
They hadn't even had time to give him a proper name.
According to custom, children under one year old cannot have a normal grave mound or funeral, and can only be simply buried.
The villagers helped to make a small coffin, carried it up the mountain, and dug a hole to bury it.
It was done very quickly. From making the coffin to burial, it only took one day in total, because the rice would be harvested officially tomorrow, and neither birth, old age, sickness nor death could affect the harvest.
Liang Shengdi didn't go to see where it was buried.
She just continued to lie in bed, where she had originally fed her child.
She could feel her own sadness, but she couldn't shed a single tear.
Yulan was still young and was not allowed to go up the mountain to see her brother's burial.
Perhaps she felt that the atmosphere at home was not right, so she sat obediently beside her mother's bed, blinking her big eyes and occasionally calling "Mom" in a low voice, but got no response.
Lin Wenxuan buried his son, thanked his brothers, and stared at the leveled ground with Zhang Xiaonv for a while. Then he wiped his face and pulled her to go back.
Zhang Xiaonv was still muttering, "My poor grandson, your damn mother..."
"Mom!"
Right next to Zhang Xiaonu's ear, Lin Wenxuan's voice was probably the loudest he had ever heard in his life, and it scared her so much that her soul slowed down for a beat.
She stared blankly at her son, whose eyes were bloodshot, and saw him trying hard to suppress his anger, saying to herself word by word,
"No one wants anything to happen to the child, especially Shengdi."
"She herself has a huge scar on her forehead. Did you see it?"
"You're scolding her for lying in bed all day and enjoying herself? But she puts in just as much effort feeding her baby as we do working in the fields!"
"We are still young and will have children in the future. Let's just let this matter pass and don't mention it again!"
"After we harvest the grain tomorrow, we'll eat some dry rice first."
Zhang Xiaonv couldn't help but speak after hearing the last sentence, "You've only harvested a few grains of rice and you're going to eat dry rice. Why are you..."
"Then what do you want!" Lin Wenxuan finally couldn't hold it back, and regardless of filial piety, he started to curse at his mother.
"Are you willing to watch everyone starve to death?"
"When there's food, you won't eat an extra bite! You'll start crying after you've fed the devils!"
"I wouldn't trade chickens for food! I'd rather give it all to the devils!"
"Do you have to wait until Shengdi starves to death? Wait until Yulan starves to death! Wait until I starve to death too! Only then can you live your life in peace guarding the grain bag!"
These words were extremely vicious, especially when spoken to her by her own son, they were truly heartbreaking.
Zhang Xiaonv was completely hurt. She sat on the mountain path and cried from dawn to dusk, from the mountain to home.
Unfortunately, apart from Yulan running over to hug her, comfort her, and saying, "Grandma, don't cry," there was no other voice in the house.
Zhang Xiaonv hugged Yulan and cried all night, Liang Shengdi stared at the ceiling with her eyes open and listened all night, and Lin Wenxuan held her hand and closed his eyes and silently shed tears all night.
When it was daybreak, Lin Wenxuan got up, put his hand on Liang Shengdi's face, and said softly,
"Don't even think about the child. Maybe he just came to take a look at our house, saw that we were too poor, and went back to find a richer family. He will definitely have enough to eat in his next life."
"If you don't want to get up, then don't get up. If you don't want to work, then don't work. I will take care of everything, whether it's in the fields or at home.
Once the grain is harvested, we will have food to eat."
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