She had long been accustomed to waking up several times a night to feed her two children. She sleeps when the child falls asleep. But today I can’t sleep. Looking at the four sleeping children, my mind is full of random thoughts.
Master, friends, family, classmates... familiar figures flash in my memory. Some have never been seen again after the end of the world, and some have already returned to the heaven of separation and hatred. I don’t know if I’ll be as lucky as her and be able to start over again in another world.
After daydreaming for a long time, her son's crying brought her back to her senses. She picked up the child to feed him, while at the same time patting and soothing the little girl who had woken up. Not far away were the two grown girls sleeping soundly. The inexplicable uneasiness that suddenly surged in my heart faded away, and my mind was filled with these children.
Now that she is a mother, don't worry about those trivial things. Taking good care of her children is her first priority. As for the person who reminds her of her past, she will help him if she can. If her master were here, he would probably pat her on the head and praise her for being a good child.
After a moment of confusion, the sky soon turned pale through the window. In the past two years, chickens have been killed and become rare animals. If she wants to hear their crowing, she will have to catch a few and raise them when it gets warmer.
After breakfast, the two sisters Dahua and Xiaohua put on their schoolbags and followed her to school. School has started. Today I have to talk to the principal about enrolling my two children.
The two young ladies stroked the patchwork flower backpack, their faces showing excitement yet nervousness. The schoolbag made by my mother is so beautiful that even Dahua, who doesn’t like going to school, is very happy about it. For the sake of this flowery schoolbag, she decided to fall in love with going to school.
"The tuition and miscellaneous fees are five yuan a year, and you have to prepare your own slate and pencil. Do you want to pay it now, or will the team deduct it at the end of the year?" The principal was a middle-aged man in his forties. Also serves as all-round teacher for fifth graders. I have heard a little about her situation, and these words are full of temptation. You are raising four children by yourself. It's good enough if they have food to eat. Can you really save enough money for their education?
"It's due by the end of the year. The slate and pencil are ready." Everyone did the same, so she shouldn't be too out of the ordinary.
"Comrade Gu Yan, it seems that you still owe the brigade money this year?" He still owes several debts from last year. Although the higher-ups are promoting basic education, it is difficult for him as the principal as they still owe so much money.
"I'll pay five dollars first, and I'll give you the rest at the end of the year. Is that okay with you?"
"Okay." The principal accepted Gu Yan's proposal without even thinking about it. One of the two children has already been paid, so even if he doesn’t give the remaining one, he has already explained it to his superiors. Just treat it as a match. Anyway, whether you drive one sheep or let two sheep go, you will end up letting them go.
Gu Yan took out a handkerchief bag, opened it and handed him a bunch of Mao Zedong's banknotes. This was the money he earned from selling wool in the commune a few days ago. She specially sorted out the bills to pay for tuition, which amounted to more than ten yuan.
The principal counted and found it was just right. He smiled and led the two children to the first-grade classroom. Gu Yan reached out and took the little girl from Xiaohua's arms, and said to the principal, "Principal, please don't mention the money I paid. If anyone asks, just say I owe you."
"Why?"
"My mother-in-law will cause trouble. If she comes and withdraws the child from school, it will be difficult for us to deal with it."
"I see." Preferring sons over daughters is a common phenomenon. Most of the boys in the team are in school, and about half are girls. The rest were left at home to do the laundry, cooking and taking care of the children, and a few of those who came to school also brought their younger siblings with them.
"If you, your child, behaves well and doesn't cry, you can let the two girls take care of him." It's not easy, as long as it doesn't affect the classes, just let your younger siblings take care of him.
"Thank you, Principal." Gu Yan was indeed in a dilemma. It was time to go to work in the fields in the spring, but she couldn't do it with her two children. In today's world, people have been trapped in a frame, and to survive they have to abide by the rules of the frame. It is difficult to jump out, at least not at the moment.
Carrying one on her back and holding the other in her arms, she took the two children to Old Man Li's house. I brought some common cough medicines and amoxicillin as an anti-inflammatory drug. If it is really caused by throat inflammation, then these should be helpful.
"My young wife, you're here." The old lady was alone in the room, leaning against the wall with her legs hanging by the fire. I saw that she was very happy. "Come and sit... cough..." Covering his mouth with a handkerchief, the old man tilted his head, obviously afraid of disturbing them.
Gu Yan put the two children down and walked over to pat the old lady on the back. When I touched the back of her hand, I realized that her fever was getting worse.
"Auntie, you have a high fever. You need to go to the hospital, right?"
"Your uncle has gone to...call Doctor Wang."
"He was the one who prescribed your previous medicine, wasn't he? He said it wasn't effective."
Why call him again? If it doesn't work, you should change to another hospital or doctor. Thinking of this, Gu Yan realized that he had been stupid again. The old couple has no children around them, and the old lady is in this situation. If you want to go to the hospital, you have to go.
"The doctor from the commune also came to see me and said... ahem... some medicine was out of stock, so we could only try Chinese medicine first."
"Does it mean that there is inflammation and that it needs to be treated with anti-inflammatory drugs?"
The old lady nodded and pointed to her throat. "Here...Mr. and Mrs. Zhongxia are busy all day...ah...I guess they didn't read the letter."
midsummer? I mean her son. As a leader in the army, you should be able to get medicine. He seemed to be mentioned in the original book. He was sent back here a few years later, and he seemed to have a baby with him. Later he died while putting out a fire, was given the title of a hero, and was buried with honors after his death. I just don't know how the old and the young will live their lives?
The passerby in the book now appeared before his eyes vividly. Gu Yan found that his thoughts were wandering again, and his heartstrings were involuntarily pulled. Raise your hand and pat yourself to bring your thoughts back to the present.
Throat inflammation, acute or chronic? Gu Yan took out a flashlight and asked the old lady to open her mouth. Under the strong flashlight, she could clearly see small white spots on the old man's throat. This is suppuration, tonsil suppuration, no wonder the fever is so severe and the effect of Chinese medicine is not obvious. This kind of acute inflammation still needs antibiotics to suppress it.
I took out two pills of amoxicillin and poured the old man a glass of water. "An older sister from the commune who has relatives in the county town gave it to me. This medicine is specifically for your disease. Take it quickly."
"Really?" Although the old man was asking, he actually put the medicine given by Gu Yan into his mouth without hesitation. After being paralyzed for so many years, death has become a luxury. She never thought about who would harm her and was not on guard against Gu Yan at all.
Soon the old man came back and brought the Chinese herbal medicine prescribed by Doctor Wang. After listening to the old lady's explanation of the situation, he looked at Gu Yan with a scrutinizing look. Gu Yan gave him two boxes of medicine. He didn't ask her and was too lazy to explain. Believe it or not, it’s up to you whether you want to eat it or throw it away.
Because of a back view, you and I, two strangers, were connected by fate. If it's cut off because of a box of medicine, then... forget it.
She left with the two children, and the old man took the two boxes of capsules without any instructions and studied them. The old lady had already taken two pills, and the old man decided to wait for the effects. They had no grudges against the young wife, and the cost of harming her was so great that she would not harm them.
As for the origin of the medicine, she said it was given to her by someone else, so it was given to her by someone else. If it can really cure the disease, the old man will be very grateful.
The density of antibiotics in large units in later generations is higher than that used for infusions in this era. Moreover, amoxicillin is a product of many generations of penicillin, which fully demonstrates its good side and has basically no side effects. The effect...
Once at noon and once in the evening, she didn't have to wait until the next day, and her fever went away that same night. My throat isn't as sore anymore and the feeling of fatigue has disappeared.
“What a good medicine!”
The old couple sighed and saw gratitude in each other's eyes. Be thankful for your good fortune and keep your doubts about the medication to yourself. How did this young wife get something that the whole commune was in short supply of? Don't ask this question. Adding burden to a benefactor is not something a conscientious person should do.
"Give her the malted milk I sent back last month. Her baby is small and she is so skinny that she won't have enough milk."
My son would mail money on time every month, and sometimes he would also mail or ask someone to bring things like malted milk, brown sugar, and biscuits to them. The old man couldn't sit still and often worked in the team, so they lived a pretty comfortable life.
"Okay, I'll send it to her."
"Wrap it with a piece of rag and don't let anyone see it." The old man nodded and turned to open the box. The old lady also instructed: "Give some of the candy to the child as well."
"knew."
The old man took the things and went to the Han family's troglodyte courtyard. When he was going down the stairs, he ran into Han's eldest daughter-in-law. The woman glanced at him suspiciously, her eyes fixed on the bag in his arms.
"Uncle Li, are you looking for my father-in-law?"
"No, I have something to do with the second brother's family."
"Looking for Gu Yan? Why are you looking for her?"
"I...what do you care? It has nothing to do with you." The old man's tone was a little anxious, and he was obviously annoyed by her questioning.
Turning around and looking at the old man walking down the stairs, the eldest sister-in-law of the Gu family grinned and bared her teeth. Seeing him enter the north wing where Gu Yan lived, she was extremely curious about what the old man was holding in his hand. After hesitating for a while, she followed him stealthily.
"Sir, why are you here?"
Gu Yan was very surprised by the old man's visit. Why are you coming to me so late at night instead of at home taking care of your paralyzed wife?
"Here you go."
When the patched cloth bag was opened, a shiny luxury item was revealed inside - a tin can of malted milk. The eldest daughter-in-law, who was peeking through the door curtain, opened her eyes wide, with surprise and jealousy written all over her old face. As expected of the chief’s parents, they do have such a good thing. But why did you give Gu Yan? There are so many poor people in the team, and she is not the only one with a baby, so why do you give her such good things?
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Gu Yan ignored the good stuff that others were jealous of. But the old man's actions comforted her. Her kindness was rewarded, which meant that her intentions were not in vain. This figure looks very much like the old master, and his heart is as kind as that of the master.
"These are for the two little kids. They are hungry and pitiful." Without saying much, the old man put the malted milk on the mat beside the fire, and took out a handful of sugar and handed it to Xiaohua beside him. "We'll share it."
Xiaohua didn't stretch out her hand, but turned to look at Gu Yan with questioning eyes. Seeing Gu Yan nodded, he took the candy from the old man and thanked him happily.
The old man has grandchildren, but unfortunately they are not around. As the elderly grow older, they cherish their children and always feel especially sorry for little ones. The kind features smiled even more kindly and he reached out to touch the child's head.
When the old man touched the soft hair, he suddenly remembered that his grandson hated his action the most. Fortunately, the child in front of him did not show the same disgusted look as his grandson. His smile deepened, and his wrinkles looked like ripples caused by a stone thrown into a lake.
"Uncle, please keep the candy. You can take this back to nourish Auntie."
"Yes, yes." The old man smiled kindly, looking at the two babies held in the sister's arms on the kang with love. "Children are good. Only with children can there be hope. Raise them well."
The old man finished talking to himself, then raised his leg and walked out. Hearing the footsteps, Mrs. Gu was so scared that she turned around and ran, and ran safely back to the south room of her house, her heart still pounding wildly.
"What are you doing? You're so scared. Are you a thief?"
The man's words seemed to remind her of something. Thief? Maybe you can give it a try. If you can't beat them, you can't steal either. Her two children are as thin as chickens, so why should her, Gu Yan's kid, eat that rare stuff?
The author has something to say: Li Zhongxia: Xiao Xixi, am I being treated too low as the male lead? It’s been so many chapters since I was given a name.
Chenxi: Huh? Is it late?
Li Zhongxia: Bring me the AK.
Chenxi: I was wrong. Next time, let the male lead appear earlier.
Li Zhongxia: That’s about right.
Chenxi: That may not necessarily be you, haha
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