"How can I possibly take your things again?"
Aunt Ma was terrified. What did it matter if she was slapped a few times and her face was swollen? The important person should not waste his enthusiasm on an old woman like her. It would be better to cure her Shao Hua.
"Take it. It's not worth much. Don't worry, since A-Xun agreed to stay at your house for a few days, she will treat your son's illness. However, it's hard to say whether she can be cured." Song Tantan stuffed the ointment into her hand and turned to leave.
"Mom, your face is very swollen, quickly apply some ointment."
Ma Shaohua's eyes welled up with tears. His mother had only done this to debase herself for his sake. She had done many such things since he was a child.
Many times, seeing his mother suffer and be wronged because of him, he felt extremely depressed and even had the urge to commit suicide.
But every time he heard his mother's suppressed sobs in the middle of the night, he lost the courage to die. His father had died young, and if he were gone too, his mother would have no hope left and would surely follow him to the underworld.
So the mother and son have persevered through this ordeal, but in the past year his health has deteriorated. He knows he may not live much longer. In the past, he would only cough occasionally when he caught a cold in the middle of the night, but recently he has been coughing very frequently, and sometimes he even coughs up blood.
He was afraid of being discovered by his mother, so he would bury his cough under the covers and try his best to suppress it. This constant holding back of coughing was really painful.
He had originally prepared himself to accept the fact that he would soon die of illness, but after that young master Ye gave him acupuncture today, he clearly felt that his energy and spirit had recovered a lot, and he was not so tired and weak when walking. Perhaps he could still be saved.
"Okay, Mom will apply it now. Don't worry, lie down and rest. I'll bring in your medicine after I've finished applying it. Rest for a while and don't overexert yourself."
Aunt Ma helped her son lie down with a pained expression, then scooped out some ointment and hastily applied it to his face.
She rushed out in a flurry of activity and soon returned with a bowl of dark, murky medicine. Seeing her son trying to sit up, Aunt Ma quickly placed the bowl on the bedside table and gently helped him up.
"Shaohua, be careful and don't rush. The most important thing for you right now is to get well so that your mother can feel more at ease."
After taking his medicine, Ma Shaohua fell asleep soon after lying down. Aunt Ma tucked him in before leaving.
Hearing the creak of the door closing, Song Tantan said softly, "Aunt Ma has been raising her son for over ten years without ever thinking of remarrying. She's single-handedly held up this family; it's truly admirable."
"Even someone else might not have been able to do that, considering his son was born with a congenital weakness. If they hadn't met you, Ma Shaohua probably wouldn't have lived more than a few months."
"Two months." Ye Moxun succinctly said three words, meaning that if he hadn't met Ma Shaohua, Ma Shaohua would have lived for at most two months.
"Ah Xun, you're amazing." Song Tantan spoke honestly; she truly admired his talent in medicine, which was entirely self-taught.
On their way to the mountain village, Aunt Ma told them all about her experiences: she got married at sixteen, gave birth to Ma Shaohua at seventeen, and her husband died in an accident while doing odd jobs when she was eighteen. After that, she was a widow raising her son alone.
Although their identities are different, this situation is very similar to that of Song Zhuiyan. However, Song Zhuiyan is relatively lucky. She was born in a peaceful modern era, without war or famine, and also has a meager inheritance left by her parents.
An old house and a mountain, a pig farm and three acres of land, a few plots of private land, and even nearly 100,000 yuan in savings. She felt quite pressured when she was with Song Tantan, but compared to Aunt Ma, she really had a lot.
Song Tantan went into the space tonight and met with Song Zhuiyan. She told her about Aunt Ma's situation, and she sighed, "It's a good thing we came here with our family property, otherwise we might be living worse than Aunt Ma."
Song Tantan nodded vigorously in agreement, "If it weren't for the space, it's hard to say whether I would have survived until now. I reckon I wouldn't have been able to bear the shock back then and would have slit my own throat."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Zhuiyan poked her forehead in annoyance.
"At most we'll suffer a bit. So many refugees have managed to survive, there's no reason why we two, who are so capable, should die as soon as we arrive. Even if there's no space, we still have kung fu, right? It's a shame you used to be a stunt double on a film set because of your kung fu skills."
Practicing martial arts is very hard and requires long-term persistence. Back then, Song Zhuiyan and Song Tantan studied for several years. Except when they were studying, they spent all their holidays in the martial arts school practicing.
The aunt and niece have something in common: they are hardworking, resilient, and competitive. They refuse to admit defeat. Knowing that there is no man to support them and that some hooligans in the village always want to cause trouble at their home, they can grit their teeth and persevere to the end.
"That's not necessarily true. Some things don't yield results just because you try hard. Not to mention a few years ago, even now, many people in various places are not getting enough to eat. They are just hoping that sweet potatoes and corn can be planted on a large scale across the country next year, so that the situation can be alleviated to some extent."
It wasn't that Song Tan was trying to diminish his own prestige, but thinking back to the first few days after he transmigrated, there was nothing there, even the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and those barbarians had started roasting and eating people.
In that situation, what good would their martial arts skills do? Were they supposed to snatch refugee children to roast and eat?
The thought of it makes me want to vomit. If I really ended up like that, I'd rather just die.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. There's nothing disgusting about it. How did talking about Aunt Ma turn into eating children?" Song Zhuiyan couldn't stand it anymore and quickly interrupted. "You and A-Xun need to be more careful when you go out. Although Aunt Ma deserves sympathy, you still need to be wary of her. You can't see into someone's heart."
"Okay, Auntie, don't worry. We're being careful. If all else fails, we still have the useless system. Although its predictive ability is a bit weak, it can still be of some use."
Song Tantan couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Ye Moxun's system. It was really like a chicken rib—not satisfying to chew, but a pity to throw away.
System: Although a hero doesn't dwell on past glories, it still wants to mention the mudslide more than seven years ago. If it hadn't reminded them in time, would those two arrogant time-traveling women still be alive today?
Song Tantan chatted with her aunt for a while, then pleaded with her, "Just for a little while, Auntie, please give in to me. Quickly bring Heng'er and Shuang'er in so I can kiss them. I miss the two little ones so much, I really miss them." Her hands were itching to hold her sweet-smelling younger brother and sister.
"If you miss them, go back to Fengcheng. You're so carefree out there, you don't seem like you'd miss them at all. I'm not bringing you in, I'm sleepy, don't bother me, I need to sleep." Song Zhuiyan tried to shake off her hand that was gripping hers with some disgust, but she couldn't shake it off no matter what she did.
I'm really fed up with this girl. She was sleeping soundly when this brat started calling out to her like she was being summoned from her sleep: "Auntie, come in quickly! I have something to tell you! Auntie, can you hear me? Come in quickly! What are you doing, Auntie, Auntie..."
That's why she could hear that brat calling her name in her hometown space while she was asleep. Her mind was buzzing with her calls, and the sound was like a fly that had smelled something sweet and just wouldn't leave.
This is really upsetting.
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