Doctor Liu followed Xiaoya into the room and saw the little boy lying on the bed with a sallow complexion and a bandaged wound on his forehead. He exclaimed in surprise, "This kind of bandaging technique is quite rare!"
"You want to learn?" Su Jiaoniang had already searched the original owner's house thoroughly, and all she had was three coins, if not for the two coins she had taken from Zhu Shi.
She probably couldn't even afford salt. People who have lost too much blood need to replenish electrolytes, and she had already given the child some salt water.
Seeing Dr. Liu's intriguing bandaging technique, she couldn't wait to exchange her skills for money.
Dr. Liu nodded: "We'll talk about that later if you want to learn."
After taking the child's pulse, Doctor Liu showed a relaxed expression: "He lost too much blood and needs to rest well. He must continue taking red dates and goji berries." After saying that, Doctor Liu changed the child's dressing and waited for Su Jiaoniang to re-bandage him.
Dr. Liu watched the progress closely, his surprise growing stronger. The bandaging technique seemed simple enough to be learned in a glance, but it made the patient more comfortable and the bandaging safer. Very good, he would be the one to do it from now on.
Indeed, there is always something to learn from a group of three. If it were before, he would never have believed that he could learn anything from a country woman.
Doctor Liu prescribed the medicine, handed it to Su Jiaoniang, and left the courtyard happily without taking a single penny of the consultation fee.
After seeing Doctor Liu off, Su Jiaoniang took the medicine pot and started decocting the medicine. The dark medicine soup had an unpleasant smell. She fed the little black egg on the bed spoonful by spoonful of the medicine before she could catch her breath.
He looked down at the little girl: "Are you hungry?"
"My tummy says I'm not hungry," the little girl shook her head.
Su Jiaoniang patted her head. So much had happened since she woke up. She was hungry herself, so how could her child not be? "Mother will go find you something to eat."
It was June, and the cicadas outside were chirping incessantly until their throats were hoarse.
Walking into the dilapidated kitchen, which was half collapsed, she opened it up. Apart from the broken pots and stove, the inside was spotless, as if it had been robbed by bandits. Looking at the little girl following behind her like a tail, Su Jiaoniang felt a rare sense of guilt.
She can't possibly be unable to raise a child properly, can she? Narcotics officers are not allowed to admit their incompetence.
Hearing the cicadas chirping, Su Jiaoniang's eyes suddenly lit up. Everything in the world is edible, and cicada nymphs are quite delicious too. She lit a torch and went outside.
The village's crops had not yet been overly damaged by pesticides in later generations, and various insects were abundant. In the night, many cicada nymphs crawled out of the soil and perched by the trees.
Su Jiaoniang used a net to catch the large cicada nymph that had climbed onto the tree trunk.
In no time, the small bag was full.
Back at the shed, there was no oil left, so the fragrant cicada nymphs wouldn't work. Su Jiaoniang could only wash the cicada nymphs clean, soak them in the salt jar in the kitchen, light a fire to roast them, and then she and Xiaoya ate them one by one.
With her belly full, the little girl, who was small and needed a lot of sleep, started to droop her eyelids.
Su Jiaoniang is putting the little girl to sleep.
Looking at her two children on the bed, a smile slowly crept onto her lips. Perhaps it was the original owner's dying wish at work, or perhaps it was the upright values she had developed under the red flag that made her not want her two children to lack maternal love. At this moment, Su Jiaoniang truly regarded the children as her own.
After sorting through the original owner's memories, Su Jiaoniang felt that the original owner was really too miserable. She was originally the daughter of a poor scholar, literate and educated. Unfortunately, seeing that her family was poor and her younger brother also needed to get married, she listened to the matchmaker and married Lu Wujiu, the third son of Lu Laosan in Tianshui Village, who was an excellent hunter. On her wedding night, she didn't even have time to see her husband's face clearly and spent the night in pain and awkwardness.
The next day, the man was drafted into the army.
There had been no news for the past six years. A few days ago, the person who enlisted with the man returned, and when the original owner went to inquire about the news, she learned that her man had disappeared not long after going to the battlefield.
What could possibly happen to someone who has been missing on the battlefield for several years except death? That's why, after hearing the news of the original owner's husband, Lu Wujiu's, death, Zhu began to persecute him.
The little girl on the bed is nicknamed Lu Xiaoya, and her formal name is Lu Fuhua. They don't sound like the names of village girls. The little boy is nicknamed Lu Tutu, and his formal name is Lu Futu. They sound grand and imposing.
Fortunately, the original owner had studied with the old scholar, otherwise the two children would have been called either Gou Dan or Er Ya.
But why does the name Lu Futu sound so familiar? In a flash, Su Jiaoniang looked like she'd been struck by lightning. Sweetwater Village, Lu Futu, and the Zhu family all connected in her mind. Weren't these the characters from the novel she read before going to bed before her mission?
She didn't just transmigrate, possess a body and be reborn, she even transmigrated into a book?
The Lu Futu in the book is something else entirely. In the future, he will wield immense power, kill without hesitation, and be ruthless. He is greedy for the little bit of warmth the female lead gives him, so he starts to relentlessly pursue her. He even puts the female lead in a dark room, breaks her legs, digs out her heart, liver, and stomach. He throws in all sorts of tragic and melodramatic plots. He is practically an antisocial personality. The key point is that this little guy is not the protagonist. He is the villain, the big villain, the notorious True Eunuch Supervisor of the Directorate of Ceremonial.
They died a horrible death; no one even bothered to collect their bodies, which were devoured by wild dogs in the mass grave.
The book devotes a lot of space to portraying Lu Futu as a human tormentor, turning the Zhu family of Tianshui Village into human pigs and forbidding them from dying. Lu Futu also burns Tianshui Village to the ground.
Now, the point where she's stuck in time travel is when the little guy was a child.
Looking at the tragic life of the main villain in the original book, his antisocial personality was more due to childhood trauma. The child has not yet witnessed his birth mother being molested to death, has not been sold to the palace, has not become a eunuch, and has not had time to turn evil and antisocial. So there should still be a chance to save him!
Su Jiaoniang walked to the bedside and looked at the thin child sleeping peacefully on the bed.
The decision was made to let the child enjoy more of his mother's love during his childhood.
What kind of illegal act of retaliating by using a whip in a dark room and gouging out eyes is this?!
People who grow up under the shining red star can't possibly be unable to teach a child properly. Having thought through these issues, Su Jiaoniang spread out a straw mat that had been gnawed by rats on the ground, lay down on it, and spent the night there.
The next day, the rooster crowed.
Su Jiaoniang opened her eyes and looked at the bed. The little girl had already woken up. She gave Su Jiaoniang a big smile, stretched out her little arms, and asked for a hug.
Su Jiaoniang picked the child up and felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she felt the baby's soft body. It felt so good to hold a baby!
He put the person down on the ground and pointed to the small shoes with several holes in the toes: "Wear them yourself."
Lu Xiaoya obediently squatted down to put on her shoes.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Lu Futu, who was lying down. She stared at the child's thin face and began to think about how to teach this child who was so talented but also had an antisocial personality.
At this moment, Lu Futu, who had fainted, opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and cold. He met Su Jiaoniang's scrutinizing gaze, his expression paused for a moment, the dark light in his eyes faded, and he spoke softly, a dry voice escaping his lips: "Mother, it hurts..."
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