At this moment, her gratitude to Sujia Village reached its peak.
She felt that although she and her son had a hard life, it was a great blessing to be able to live in such a humane village.
She secretly vowed to keep this favor in mind. If the village needed her help in the future, she would do her best even if it cost her life.
When the gong sounded to signal departure, everyone started walking quickly.
Su Ermao obediently followed the village chief's arrangements and sat in the carriage with a group of children.
The carriage swayed forward, and the children in it were never quiet, looking here and there, chattering non-stop.
Suddenly, their eyes fell on Su Ermao, who was sitting in the carriage with them, and his little face was full of curiosity.
A chubby little boy was the first to ask, "Uncle Ermao, why are you riding in the carriage with us?"
He blinked his big round eyes, tilted his head, and looked at Su Ermao with a puzzled expression. He looked so cute.
Then, a little girl with pigtails next to them chimed in, "Yeah, Uncle Ermao, don't you adults have to walk? Why are you riding in a carriage with us?"
She shook her pigtails, her voice was clear and pleasant, and her eyes were shining with curiosity.
Su Ermao was stared at by the innocent eyes of these children, but he did not feel embarrassed at all.
On the contrary, there was a hint of smugness on his face.
He is a thick-skinned person and never feels embarrassed by trivial matters.
Now that he was squeezed in the same carriage with the children, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
He quickly became friends with the children, as if he had instantly merged into their little world full of childlike fun.
After a while, laughter was heard in the carriage. Su Ermao made faces to make the children laugh, and then he competed with the children to play with the toys in their hands. The scene was very lively and full of a cheerful atmosphere.
After playing for a while, one of the children curiously asked why he could ride in a carriage.
Su Ermao cleared his throat and said seriously, "Uncle is sick, so he can take a carriage."
As he spoke, he deliberately bent down slightly, covered his mouth with his hands, and pretended to cough twice.
"Oh, uncle is very sick. He is so weak that he can hardly walk. That's why the village chief let him ride in a carriage with you cute little guys. Ahem!"
The group of children, who were as innocent as blank sheets of paper, suddenly had concerns written all over their faces when they heard Su Ermao's fake cough. Their bright eyes showed genuine worry as they all looked at him.
Among them, the two little guys, Maowa and Taohua, seem particularly caring.
Maowa's chubby little face was now wrinkled into a ball, his eyes full of anxiety. He quickly stretched out his chubby little hand and gently patted Su Ermao's back. As he patted, he asked in a baby voice, "Uncle, do you feel better? You must get better soon, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable to be sick."
Taohua also came over and gently patted Su Ermao's back with her little hands. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid that using a little force would hurt Su Ermao.
She raised her little face and said with concern: "Uncle, you must take the medicine obediently. If you are sick, you need to drink bitter medicine to get better quickly."
Su Ermao looked at the children's sincere faces and listened to their caring words, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
I originally wanted to continue teasing them, but now I just can't bear it.
He smiled, his eyes full of tenderness, and praised Maowa and Taohua, "Maowa and Taohua are great. Uncle really doesn't cough anymore. You care about me so much, and it warms my heart. I feel like I'm almost recovered."
As he spoke, Su Ermao reached out and gently touched Maowa's head, and pinched Taohua's little face, making the two little guys laugh out loud.
When Maowa heard Su Ermao's praise, he immediately puffed out his still tender little chest, a proud smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Every time I cough, my mother will pat my back gently. It feels so good when my mother pats me. After that, I don't cough anymore!"
As he spoke, he gestured on his back with his little hands. He looked so adorable, as if he was showing everyone the magical effect of his mother's patting his back.
Taohua clapped her hands happily beside her, her eyes sparkling as she said crisply, "Yes, yes, that's what my mother said too. Clapping will stop the cough. She also said that I should take the medicine obediently and get a good night's sleep, so that I can get better quickly."
After she finished speaking, she nodded seriously, and her adult-like appearance made everyone laugh.
Su Ermao felt warm in his heart as he looked at this group of innocent and enthusiastic children gathered around him, chattering.
He suddenly had an idea and decided to tell the children a story to make the journey more interesting.
So, he smiled and waved to the children, saying loudly: "Come on, sit down, I will tell you a story."
When the children heard that they were going to tell a story, they immediately became excited, their eyes lit up, and they quickly found a seat in the carriage and sat down.
They all raised their little faces and looked at Su Ermao with anticipation.
"Great, there are stories to listen to!" The children's faces turned red with excitement, their eyes sparkled with excitement, and they shouted at once.
Taohua couldn't wait to ask, "Uncle Ermao, what story are you going to tell? Is it a war story? Or a story about gods and monsters?"
The little boy next to him also joined in the fun: "Yes, uncle, come on, tell me, is there a story about a hero?"
Su Ermao looked at the children's eager and curious expressions, clapped his hands with a smile, and said in a louder voice, "Okay, stop talking. I'm going to start telling a story. Everyone, be quiet, or you won't be able to hear the story clearly."
When the children heard this, they immediately shut their mouths obediently, as if the group of chirping birds had instantly turned into well-behaved little rabbits.
They sat upright in the carriage, staring at him with their big eyes without blinking.
There seemed to be countless little stars hidden in those clear eyes, and at this moment, Su Ermao could clearly see his own figure reflected in these little star-like eyes.
Seeing the children so focused, Su Ermao cleared his throat and slowly began to tell his story: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and in the mountain there was a temple..."
The children were fascinated by the story, their little faces full of concentration. As Su Ermao told the story, they seemed to be in that mysterious mountain and standing in front of that ancient temple.
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