"Nanny, your dim sum is so delicious, I have never seen anything like this before!"
"This is usually brought by the little owner. I can't finish it all by myself. There is a lot of money left. You will come here often to help me share a little bit. Otherwise, it would be a shame to leave it for a long time."
"How can such a delicious thing be spoiled! We will often come over to help you eat in the future!"
"That's it!"
"Uh-huh!"
There are other children eating, and their attention is gradually attracted by the confiscated paper placed on the table. "Nun, did you write these words? They are so beautiful!"
"I didn't write it, but Brother Ashiu wrote it. He knows a lot more!"
"Wow! That's amazing!"
"Ah, Brother Ash... can you teach us how to write?"
"Sheng Sheng teach." Chatting to death.
Liu Yusheng laughed out loud, "Brother Ashiu doesn't like to talk. I am his apprentice. I will teach you if I want to learn."
"Nannan and Brother Ashiu can write, but what about the little boss, do they?"
Qian Wanjin grinned, "This is to say, in addition to literacy, I can count and read the books, how about it, should you also learn from me?"
"Yes, I want!"
"No problem, I will teach you when I have time!"
Now the life in Xinghua Village is good, with silver money in hand, and every family sends their children of the right age to a private school to study. Only a group of four, five or six-year-old radish heads are left, catching chickens and chasing dogs all day long. With them, they will become kings of children. Qian Wanjin is very interested in this.
In the main room, one of the two old people was lying on the bed with eyes closed, and the other was sitting at the door with the soles of their shoes, listening to the excitement in the yard, sometimes smiling.
Where there are children, it is always full of childishness and joy.
"Sister Nun Nun, we are going to catch the loach in the fields tomorrow, will you go with us? It's spring sowing now, and those loach will be fattened after being raised for a winter!"
"Okay, you call me tomorrow, and I will go with Brother Ashiu!"
"I'll go too. Recently, there hasn't been much restaurant affairs. I will live in the village for a few days before leaving."
The children cheered and cheered. It turns out that the nun and nun are very close, and Brother Ash, who looks too much on his face, doesn’t seem so scary. Even such a rich little boss is very friendly to them, and there is nothing that the adults said. shelf.
Amidst the cheers, there was a faint voice from outside the Liu's courtyard, shrill and stern, getting closer and closer.
Liu Yusheng frowned, stood up and ran out.
When the children met, they hula la to keep up.
Without the noise to cover up, the crying became clear.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a woman holding a little clay figure running madly in front, followed by a group of people.
The hand of the little clay figurine dangled weakly with the adult's running motion, as if it had lost the breath of life.
Seeing Liu Yusheng and others standing at the gate of the courtyard, the woman's red eyes burst into light, she rushed over and fell on her knees, and said frantically, "Little boss, little boss, you have a carriage, take me to the town to find a doctor, please. You, save my embolism, please!"
"Osmanthus! Shuanzi is dead!" The man who came after him was ashamed, his voice was desperate, "Go back with me, let's bury Shuanzi, don't embarrass the owner..."
The woman shook off the man and screamed sternly at him, "Not dead! The embolus is not dead! Just go to the town to find a doctor, the doctor can save it, he can save it! He's not dead!"
Liu Yusheng has already recognized someone.
It was Aunt Osmanthus and his wife. The little clay figure in her arms was born four years ago with the nickname Shuanzi.
A very cute little boy.
Now he closed his eyes silently, and there was no ups and downs in his chest, and his breath was gone.
In the yard, the old lady Liu and the second class Liu Daliu, who was taking a nap, came over and were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.
"What's going on, Osmanthus, what's wrong with Shuanzi?" Old Lady Liu asked tremblingly.
A villager who was chasing the sweet-scented osmanthus came over to tell the whole story, "Today the field is plowed, the sweet-scented osmanthus takes the child with him. When people are busy, no one pays attention to it. I don’t know when the child drowns in the ditch. Wait. I was almost out of breath when I found out, now..."
I can't talk about the rest. On the way to ask for help, the child lost his breath at all.
Old lady Liu and the others turned pale immediately, and couldn't say anything.
They felt the pain of losing their children. When the nanny disappeared, the whole family almost went crazy.
"Rhubarb, tune the head of the car, and take Aunt Osmanthus to the town medical clinic." Qian Wanjin wrinkled his eyebrows and ordered.
Knowing that the child was out of help, but he couldn't say no to refuse, to smash the last hope of a mother.
The carriage stopped at the gate of Liu's courtyard, and the rhubarb was ordered to immediately pull up the reins and prepare to turn around.
"Thank you, Xiaodong, no need to go." Finally, the sweet-scented osmanthus man said, slowly squatting down, and pressing sweet-scented osmanthus's hand to the boy's chest. The man's facial muscles trembled violently, and his voice was almost squeezed out of his throat. Astringent, "Osmanthus, stop tossing, we Shuanzi... no more."
Under the palm, there is no heartbeat.
Aunt Osmanthus's kneeling body weakened, suddenly quiet, no more heartbreaking, no more violent expressions.
It's so quiet that you want to cry.
The crowd was silent for a while.
"Auntie, level the embolus." At this time, a small child sounded, which was calm and firm, with an inexplicable soothing power, unlike the strong emotional voice of the people around him.
It was only then that people discovered that, at some point, Liu Yusheng walked to Osmanthus, with one hand on Chuanzi's neck and the other hand into Chuanzi's clothes, not knowing what he was doing.
Aunt Osmanthus looked at Liu Yusheng in a daze, as if unable to react, or the man quickly took the child out and squared it on the ground as if he was stung by something, staring at Liu Yusheng, "My daughter...?"
The voice choked as if it was blocked, and a very small light jumped from the depths of the eyes.
"Grandma, help me fetch the small wooden box under the cabinet in the hall."
"Father, help me get a basin of water."
Without talking nonsense, Liu Yusheng untied the dirty mud clothes on the embol as he ordered, his face was calm, and his small mouth was tightly pressed.
Old Lady Liu and Liu Da quickly went back to the room and fetched the things she wanted and put them next to her, without asking a word.
No hesitation, no stopping, no questioning.
The space is extremely quiet.
Everyone almost subconsciously held their breath and dared not make a little noise to disturb the baby girl, their eyes were tightly fixed on her every movement, and the heartbeat was fierce.
Chuanzi had no breath, but Liu Yusheng had touched it with his hand just now, and his heart was still warm.
It shows that it didn't take long to really cut off the breath.
People are not dead yet, she wants to take a gamble!
He took out a set of silver needles from the small wooden box and quickly pierced several key points on the boy's body, sealed his heart, and kept the vitality that was about to dissipate.
The small wooden box is a simple small medicine box that she usually keeps at home. There are many emergency medicines and medical gadgets in it. The silver needles were later built and put into the box for emergencies.
It just came in handy at this time.