Farmer’s Blessed Girl

After seeing it clearly, I realized that the child was suffering, struggling to a small extent, making a very small cry from his mouth, and Man Bao sounded like a cry.

She asked the other three uncertainly, "Listen, is he crying?"

Dafu nodded, "I'm crying, my grandmother said he was hungry."

After all, he took a bowl of half-cold rice soup from the table on the side, and carefully dipped some on his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips, but didn't drink much, he couldn't help crying.

He first glanced at his mother, who was closing her eyes, and then whispered to Man Bao: "My grandmother said that my mother has no milk, and my younger brother has nothing to eat, so he can only drink some rice soup. Originally, if my younger brother is good, drink Ordering rice soup, then crushing the rice and boiling it to rot, or taking it to other villages to ask for a sip of milk, can always save my life, but my little brother is like this, I can't drink rice soup, let alone eat it. The rice porridge is gone, and I am carrying it to ask for milk, I am afraid that the wind will blow..."

So the Zhou Hu family actually gave up the child.

However, Man Bao felt that her heart was so painful that her family had told her how difficult it was for her to live since she was a child.

Man Bao clenched his fists, took the bowl from Dafu's hand and said, "I'll feed it."

She took a sip by herself, and then said in disgust, "This is cold, it has to be hot."

Dafu immediately said, "I'll go change a bowl."

Man Bao just lay on the side and looked at the child. Bai Shanbao was used to it. He felt that he was not particularly ugly, and then asked, "Can't you hire a nanny if you don't have milk?"

Man Bao said without thinking, "I definitely can't afford it."

Man Bao thought about it and asked Keke, "If people in the future don't have babies by themselves, will they still feed their babies?"

"Is there nutrient solution and milk powder for children?"

Man Bao's eyes were sparkling, and he asked, "Is it expensive?"

Expensive is of course expensive, and food for infants and young children is expensive no matter what age it is.

In the future, there is no most expensive, only more expensive.

Even if the welfare of the entire Interstellar is the best, and there are free milk powder and nutrient solution every week, the parents of the children always seem to feel that the things that Interstellar sends are not very good, and they are always more willing to spend more Money to buy other milk powder, and therefore, the nutrient solution and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.

Man Bao secretly searched and found that the required points were not cheap.

She sighed, hesitating to buy but not making up her mind, "What is milk powder made of? Is it human milk?"

Keke: "...No, it's the milk of other mammals. In fact, the host can obtain materials on the spot. I searched the encyclopedia and found that milk powder in ancient times was mostly made of cow's milk and goat's milk."

"In the past?"

"Yes, the data in the current encyclopedia can be traced back to the seventeenth century of the Earth Era, and there are no earlier ones." Keke scanned the child in front of the bed and felt that he was far worse than the host, but As a human-made system, its chip has programs that favor humans, so I would like to suggest, "Goat's milk is more suitable for this kind of infant than cow's milk, but it is more muted. It is recommended that the host use a pinch of green tea, or Jasmine tea is boiled to remove the odor.”

Man Bao nodded.

Bai Shanbao had been chatting on the side, and seeing Manbao nodded, he said, "You agree with me too?"

Man Bao looked at him, embarrassed to say that he was distracted just now, and asked, "Why hasn't Dafu come back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.

The two children couldn't care about talking for a moment, and made way for him.

Man Bao scooped a spoonful of rice soup himself, blew it a little before carefully placing it on his mouth, leaking a little bit down.

The child drank a little, then wept weakly and spit out the rice soup.

Man Bao was stunned, "Why doesn't he drink?"

"He's already drank milk, so of course he doesn't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came, and Man Bao raised his head, only to realize that Chen shi had opened his eyes at some point and was looking sideways at them.

Man Bao was overjoyed and asked, "That tiger sister-in-law, please feed him again."

"I don't have milk. When I was at the pharmacy yesterday, your sister-in-law took him to ask someone to feed him two mouthfuls of milk." Having said that, she still raised her hand with difficulty to undress to feed the child.

Mrs Qian noticed the situation here, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand and said, "Don't move, nothing means nothing. You have so much blood, how can you possibly have milk?"

In Qian's view, milk is made of essence and blood.

She looked down at the child whose eyes were tightly closed, sighed faintly, reached out to pick him up, took the spoon in Manbao's hand, and said, "I'll come."

Mother Chen also saw it, she hesitated before stepping forward, and saw Qian pat the child gently, feeding him rice soup little by little.

He didn't eat it at first, and continued to vomit.

But Qian shi didn't mind. She fed him twice if she didn't eat once, and three times if she didn't eat twice. Her movements were neither rushed nor slow, and she insisted on pouring a drop or two of rice soup into his lips each time.

Because the child was still young, she didn't put the soup directly into her tongue, but into her lips. He could suck the best, and he couldn't just spill it.

After an unknown amount of time, the child may be tired or really hungry, or maybe it tasted the taste of rice soup, and finally stopped spitting out, but began to suck.

Qian Shi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that his speed was not slow, he increased the speed.

The child sucked and hummed softly.

Not only Mother Chen, but Mrs. Chen was stunned.

Qian finished feeding him a bowl of rice soup, and then said to Chen who was on the bed, "The child still wants to live."

In a word, Mrs. Chen burst into tears instantly. As soon as she grasped Mrs. Qian's hand, the tears fell on her hand like water, "Aunt, Aunt, I want to live too, I also want him to live, but what can I do? How to do……"

The room was silent, and no one spoke.

Qian Shi allowed her to cry, and after she cried for a while, he comforted her: "Okay, confinement children can't cry all the time, or they will hurt her eyes in the future."

"If you want to live, you can live. Look at me. After being sick for so many years, why don't you still live?" Qian said, "How many times, I almost lost my life, and I survived with all my efforts."

Chen Shi raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at Qian Shi, and then looked at Man Bao, the expression on his face became more determined.

When Mrs. Chen married, Man Bao hadn’t come yet. Of course she knew what happened to Man Bao. Mrs. Qian was very ill and Zhou Yin only got better when he came back, but after Zhou Yin was brought back, she collapsed. , just one breath left.

In the end, he struggled to survive.

What she didn't quite understand before was that it was her uncle, not her own son.

But now she vaguely understood a little.

The newly born Sanshou stretched out his little hand and looked at you eagerly: Can I give you a red envelope? I will play tomorrow, and I will give a bribe to the lovely, beautiful and tall Bamboo Lord.