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Chang'an heard the voice and ran into the house immediately.
Through the small window, she saw a man whose face could not be seen clearly lying on the dark earthen kang.
"Uncle." Chang'an lay on the head of the bed and looked at the man: "I, I am Chang'an."
The young man smiled slightly, covered his mouth and nose with a quilt, and his voice was a little sad: "It turns out to be Chang'an, cough cough cough. Is the eldest sister back too?" At
this time, the eldest sister brought Chang'an back. It should be that my parents asked someone to send a letter, right? I really didn't live long.
Chang'an shook her head: "Aunt didn't come."
She stood on tiptoes to see the boy clearly, and asked: "Uncle, are you, are you sick?"
The boy hummed softly, endured the itch in his throat and coughed gently a few times, his chest rose and fell violently, and there was a strange whistle in his panting voice.
Seeing his uncle like this, Chang'an frowned and stretched out his little hand to look at it for a while.
The small seedling in the palm of her hand still had three leaves and a small spore. She originally wanted to keep it to save her father, but...
She glanced at the boy.
The little uncle was also sick, and it was more serious than the previous brother Goudan. What should she do?
Otherwise, let Xiao Zhuzhu cure her uncle first, and then she would try hard to learn the crowing of a chicken. When she saw the little fish, she would sing to them, and the fish would definitely give Xiao Zhuzhu to her.
Chang'an felt that Yuyu asked her to learn the crowing of a chicken, which was to let her learn to learn the crowing of a rooster. This was very easy.
Thinking of this, Chang'an became happy, pulled the quilt and said, "Uncle, come over, come a little closer."
Wu Chonglou panted and shook his head, and said weakly, "Chang'an, go out and play, don't let the sick air come over."
He kept covering his mouth and nose with the corner of the quilt, just to prevent his cough from splashing on the little baby.
Changan was anxious and tried to climb onto the kang: "Uncle, treat, treat the disease."
At this time, Old Man Wu came in, pulled Changan and said, "Changan, come out and play, the noodles will be ready in a while."
Changan was led out of the inner room by the grandfather and sat down at the small wooden table.
She didn't see her brother Goudan around, and she couldn't help getting anxious.
Old Man Wu patted Changan and said, "The child is sleeping in the east room."
The east room was also the room where the old man and his wife lived. Changan ran over and saw Goudan lying on the kang, covered with a quilt, snoring and sleeping soundly.
The big cat Huahua curled up next to him and also snored.
For some reason, Changan saw the two of them sleeping and felt sleepy.
"Chang, Changan will sleep too." Changan wanted to climb onto the kang.
She had walked such a long distance and was now tired and wanted to sleep very much.
Old Man Wu touched her head and said lovingly, "Wait until you have eaten the noodles before sleeping."
Changan nodded and sat down at the small table again.
When Old Man Wu came over with the bowl of noodles, the little kid had already fallen asleep on the table.
Old Man Wu tapped her forehead and whispered, "Chang'an, open your mouth and eat a bite before you go to sleep."
Chang'an hummed, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and after eating a bite of noodles, she actually snored.
Old Man Wu was afraid that the child would be cold, so he quickly carried her into the house, put her at Goudan's feet, and covered her with a quilt.
He took the bowl of noodles back to his son's room. Old Man Wu touched his son's forehead and saw that it was still very hot, and he was anxious.
"Chonglou, get up and eat some noodle soup."
Wu Chonglou shook his head.
He couldn't eat anything.
Old Man Wu sighed and took the bowl of noodles back.
At this time, his wife Sun came back. The old lady was less than fifty years old, but her hair was full of white. Her dress was patched with patches. In such cold weather, she wore a pair of muddy straw sandals.
She put the basket of herbs on the ground and looked around: "Why did I hear Yao'er's wife say Xiuying is back?"
"It's not Xiuying who is back, it's Chang'an who came to our house with a six or seven-year-old child." Old man Wu bent down to check the herbs in the basket.
Sun sat on a low stool and took a sickle to cut the thick mud on the soles of her feet. She asked: "Where is Chang'an?"
"He slept in the house."
Old man Wu picked out a few herbs and said: "There are noodles in the pot, it's still hot, you eat some first, I'll go to boil the medicine."
The family didn't even have a copper coin now. The medicine her son usually took was collected by himself in the wild. Tomorrow he would go to Tieniu Town to get medicine, and he would have to borrow some from others. Alas, when will this life end?
Old lady Sun hummed, scraped off the thick yellow mud on the soles of her shoes, and then got up to go to the house to see Chang'an.
In the dim room, two little kids were sleeping soundly, and the big cat with gray and black patterns was curled up next to Chang'an.
At this moment, the sky was gradually getting dark. Sun used a flint to light the oil lamp and brought it to the main room.
"Boss, how do you think Chang'an found our house?" Sun went to the stove to get a bowl of noodle soup and took a sip.
Old man Wu was washing the roots of the herbs and stuffing them into the medicine jar. "She has been here several times, so she naturally knows the way."
"She is only a few years old, how can she remember the way?" Sun was a little unconvinced.
"Alas, I don't know if my daughter and Sanshun know that Chang'an has come to our place. If they don't know, they will be very anxious."
Old man Wu lit the fire to boil the medicine and said, "Tomorrow I will ask Yao'er to go to Songjia Village and send Chang'an back."
Sun nodded, drank the soup in the bowl, picked up the oil lamp and went to the west room to check on her son.
Let's talk about Song Sanshun.
When he and his wife came back from the field, they saw Qiao'er being beaten by Qian with a broom.
Qiao'er cried loudly, "Goudan said that she wanted to go with Chang'an to find her father. I don't know what's going on. Mother, please stop beating her."
Sanshun and Wu frowned when they heard this, and immediately dropped the pole and basket in their hands and ran over to pull Qian away.
"Sister-in-law, let's talk it over nicely. Why are you beating the child?" Wu snatched the broom from Qian's sister-in-law.
When Qian saw Wu and Song Sanshun, she burst into tears, "Sister-in-law, this is terrible. Goudan and Chang'an have gone somewhere. Lao Liu has gone to look for them with several people. Someone said that they saw Goudan and Chang'an leaving the village and heading towards the official road. Oh my God, what can we do? It's getting dark soon."
Qian cried heartbrokenly.
She had raised this son with great difficulty. If something went wrong, she would not be able to survive.
Wu's mind went blank, and she immediately threw away the broom and ran home.
She searched everywhere in the house, even under the basket, but there was no sign of Chang'an.
Wu felt her whole body go limp, and she grabbed her husband's arm, tears falling like beads from a broken string: "Sanshun, Chang'an is not at home, go find him."
Song Sanshun also felt cold hands and feet at this moment, and rushed out of the house and ran towards the new house.
Mrs. Zhao and her daughter-in-law holding Song Xiyue were standing at the door watching the excitement, and chuckled from time to time: "That little beast is really an evil star. The child of Song Laoliu's family just recovered from illness, and she was killed by him."
"I was wondering, Xiyue had calculated that Goudan would not live beyond the age of seven, how could he suddenly get better? It turned out that he was waiting here." Little Zhao said with a smile.
Song Xiyue smiled slightly.
In the previous life, Goudan died of illness, and Song Laoliu and his wife never gave birth to a son again.
In addition, due to the three years of drought that followed, he and his wife died early, and Qiao'er was sent to a family as a child bride.
I don't know what happened in this life, but Goudan actually got better.
She thought that it was because of her rebirth that Goudan's fate changed, but she didn't expect that he just changed the way he died.
This is also good. If Goudan died, it would just confirm Changan's reputation as a little evil star.
(End of this chapter)