It’s not that quick to repair a house, especially one that has burned down. It’s no different from building a new one.
Lin Wenxuan was busy covering the inner room where the mother and daughter slept, but the big hole in the sky was still making a rumbling sound, and it looked like it was going to snow.
The baby developed a high fever that night, and his whole body felt hot, which was frightening to touch.
The old village doctor had just passed away in the autumn, and hiring a doctor wasn't just a matter of money. With the war and the chaos, money, like paper money, became less valuable every day. Even if one emptied their savings, they still might not be able to afford medical treatment.
The doctor in the town doesn't charge money anymore, he only charges in-kind gifts, and the only consultation fee is a chicken.
But where did the Lin family have chickens? Not even a few families in the village raised chickens anymore.
After staying in the mountains, the whole village was badly weakened. No one had extra money or food, and there was not even any extra labor. It was considered a real favor that the Dashan family came to help them paste the paper on the house.
Liang Shengdi could only stay with the child like this. Zhang Xiaonv said that mother's milk was the best medicine for the child. She endured the feeling of powerlessness and forced herself to feed the child.
Lin Wenxuan and Zhang Xiaonv worked day and night to repair the house. The six-year-old Xiao Yulan became the main force in taking care of the adults. Every day she had to step on several stacked stone slabs to boil water and cook porridge on the newly rebuilt stove.
During the day, she not only had to bring water and food to Liang Shengdi, but also helped the adults pass stones to make mud. At night, she would nestle on the other side of Liang Shengdi, feeling her mother's rising body temperature and closing her eyes to rest.
In just a few days, the little face became smaller.
But this couldn't stop Liang Shengdi from having a fever.
She was talking nonsense while feeding the child, sometimes saying he wanted to eat barbecue, sometimes saying he wanted to eat dry rice, and after a while he would close his eyes and shout that she didn't want to feed him anymore.
She was sweating profusely, and even in the middle of winter, the quilt was soaked with her sweat.
Lin Wenxuan finally fixed the roof and the room was no longer drafty. When he looked back at his wife, her face was as pale as gold paper and she was crying in anxiety.
To reduce their fever, Lin Wenxuan brought water to Liang Shengdi and the child from morning till night to wipe their bodies. Zhang Xiaonv even borrowed ginger and brown sugar to make some for them.
Liang Shengdi's fever subsided relatively quickly, and it slowly dropped after about three days. The key was the child's fever just wouldn't go away.
Zhang Xiaonv had been crying quietly for several days, saying that if she didn't retreat, the child would be burned silly. Lin Wenxuan was so angry that he glared at her for a long time, but there was nothing he could do.
Liang Shengdi's fever had just subsided, but she was still very weak. She held the child and said with a weak breath what Zhang Xiaonv had said to her before, "Just feed the child more, just feed the child more."
Of her three children, this one was definitely the one she was willing to feed the most. Unfortunately, later on, the child could no longer be fed.
Lin Wenxuan had been sleeping for almost half a month, and finally he couldn't hold it back any longer that night. He lay on the edge of the bed, with one hand on Liang Shengdi, and fell asleep. Zhang Xiaonu's room was also plastered, and in order to make his son and daughter-in-law sleep more comfortably, he took Yulan over to sleep with him again.
Liang Shengdi heard the child humming in a daze, so she closed her eyes and pulled him to her chest. She felt that she must have held him in her chest, and the next second her vision went dark and she fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I was surrounded by crying.
She heard crying and seemed to have a premonition of something. She touched her side but there was nothing. Turning around, she saw Lin Wenxuan sitting on the ground with a dejected look on his face, holding the child. Beside him was Zhang Xiaonu, whose face was covered with snot and tears, and Lin Yulan, who was crying in panic.
Seeing Liang Shengdi wake up, Zhang Xiaonv couldn't help but start scolding again,
"You're such a jinx... You've ruined another good child..."
"Mom!"
Lin Wenxuan spoke in a hoarse voice to stop her from continuing.
"Shengdi herself is ill! This child... this child..." This child wasn't going to live long anyway...
It was just Liang Shengdi who accelerated this step.
The child was crushed to death by her. He was right under her. When Lin Wenxuan dug it out in the morning, it was already hard.
Liang Shengdi just sat on the bed blankly, unable to shed a single tear. She could not hear what others were saying to her.
Did she kill another child?
Lin Wenxuan said that the child was not destined to be with their family?
But if we were not destined to be together, why did he reincarnate into her belly and stay there for so long?
Liang Shengdi couldn't understand why God always treated her like this. What had she done wrong?
Love to eat? Or just lazy and not work?
Is that why she should be punished? Punish her child?
But Lin Wenxuan said that maybe it was a relief for the child to leave. Their family couldn't even afford the money for medical treatment, and keeping her hanging like this was also a kind of suffering.
Zhang Xiaonv would not persuade her to think positively like Lin Wenxuan did, but directly scolded Liang Shengdi, "It's all fever, why didn't you die?"
yes.
Then why wasn't she the one who died?
She also wanted to be free.
For several days, Yulan didn't dare enter Liang Shengdi and her family's room. Every day, her grandmother would hold her and scold her mother for being a lazy mother who had killed her younger siblings. She felt something was wrong, but she couldn't say anything to refute it.
My mother's eyes were also scary. Every day she stared blankly out the window, looking towards the mountains without saying a word.
But when it was time to eat, her father brought the food to her, and she was the type to eat it all without leaving a single grain.
Her grandmother said that her mother was heartless and only cared about filling her own stomach. She didn't care who her man or her child was.
But if she really had no heart, why did my mother continue to feed my sister even though she had a high fever those days?
Many times she woke up in a daze at night and saw her mother holding her sister and coaxing and feeding her. Her mother didn't sleep even though she was sick...
But Xiao Yulan didn't dare say much about these things, because her grandmother cried so sadly and her father kept sighing, and the family felt very dull this year.
Finally, one day at the end of the first lunar month, Yulan came back from playing with her friends outside and ran to Liang Shengdi's bed with a plum blossom in her arms. Seeing that her mother was sitting by the bed and looking out the window without any anger, she carefully handed the plum blossom to her.
"Mom, Aunt Zhao from the next village gave birth to a little girl. She named her Lihua. Her father is here in the yard planting pear blossoms today."
"She has an older sister named Meihua. The year Meihua was born, her father also planted plum blossoms at home. They bloomed this year, and I asked for a branch. Take a look, is it beautiful?"
"Mom, can you give me a brother or sister? We can plant something in the yard after you give birth."
"Sister Meihua said her grandfather said that even if something is planted in the ground and has roots, it won't be blown away by the wind. Even the King of Hell doesn't collect seeds. If something that is planted in the ground can survive, then they can survive."
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