After seeing it clearly, I found that the child was suffering, struggling in a small way, and made a very small cry from his mouth, which sounded like a cry to Man Bao.
She asked the other three people uncertainly, "Listen, is he crying?"
Dafu nodded, "Crying, my grandma said he was hungry."
After all, he took a bowl of half-cold rice soup from the table beside him, and carefully put some on his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips but didn't drink much, he couldn't hold back his tears.
He first glanced at his mother who was closing her eyes tightly, and then whispered to Man Bao: "My grandma said, 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 well, drink it." Ordering rice soup, and then crushing the rice to make it rotten, or carrying it to other villages to beg for a sip of milk can always save your life, but like my little brother, rice soup can't be drunk, let alone eat The rice porridge is gone, and I am holding it to beg for milk, I am afraid that if the wind blows..."
So Zhou Hu's family actually gave up on this child.
But Man Bao felt heartbroken. Since she was a child, her family told her how difficult it was for her to live. When she was very young, her mother had no milk, and they all robbed Santou's rations.
Man Bao clenched his fist, took the bowl from Da Fu's hand and said, "I'll feed you."
She took a sip by herself first, and then said disgustedly: "This is cold, it must be hot."
Dafu immediately said, "I'll go change a bowl."
Man Bao lay on the side to look at the child, and Bai Shanbao got used to seeing him, and felt that he was not particularly ugly, so he asked, "Can I hire a nanny if I don't have milk?"
Man Bao didn't even think about it and said, "I definitely can't afford it."
Man Bao was thoughtful, and asked Keke, "If people in the future don't have their own babies, will they still feed their own babies?"
"Is there nutrient solution and milk powder for children?"
Man Bao's eyes sparkled, and he asked, "Is it expensive?"
Expensive is of course expensive, and the food for infants and young children is expensive no matter what era it is.
In the future, there will be no most expensive, only more expensive.
Even if StarCraft provides the best benefits for children, free milk powder and nutrient solution are received every week, but the parents of the children always seem to feel that the things StarCraft distributes are not very good, and they are always more willing to spend more Therefore, the nutrient solution and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.
Man Bao secretly searched, and found that the required points are really not cheap.
She sighed, hesitated to buy it but couldn't make 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 local materials. I searched for information in 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 information 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 a program that has a good impression of humans, so I don't hesitate to suggest, "Goat's milk is more suitable for this kind of infant than cow's milk, but it is more smelly. It is recommended that the host use a pinch of green tea, or It is boiled with jasmine tea to get rid of the smell."
Man Bao nodded.
Bai Shanbao kept chattering on the sidelines, seeing Man Bao nodding, he said, "You also agree with what I said?"
Man Bao looked at him, embarrassed to say that he was distracted just now, so he asked, "Why hasn't Dafu come back yet?"
As soon as the words fell, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.
The two children couldn't care less about talking for a moment, and made room for him.
Man Bao scooped up a spoonful of rice soup himself, blew it slightly, and carefully put it on his mouth, leaking a little bit down.
The child drank a little, then cried weakly, and vomited out the rice soup.
Man Bao was stunned, "Why doesn't he drink?"
"He's had milk, so of course he doesn't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came, and Man Bao looked up, 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, "Then Mrs. Hu, why don't you feed him again."
"I don't have any milk. When I was at the pharmacy yesterday, your sister-in-law took him to ask someone to feed him a couple of milks." Having said that, she still raised her hand with difficulty to undress the child to feed her.
Noticing the situation here, Mrs. Qian hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand and said, "Don't move, if you don't have it, you don't have it. How can you have milk if you have so much blood?"
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 hug him, took the spoon from Man Bao's hand, and said, "Let me do it."
Mother Chen also saw it, she hesitated for a moment before going forward, and saw Mrs. Qian patting the child gently, feeding him rice soup bit by bit.
He didn't eat at first, but still insisted on throwing it out.
But Qian didn't mind, she would feed him twice if he didn't eat once, and three times if he didn't eat twice, her movements were not in a hurry, and she insisted on pouring the one or two drops of rice soup into his lips every time.
Because the child is still young, she doesn't put the soup directly into her tongue, but into her lips. He can suck it best, and it will overflow if he can't.
I don't know how long it took, the child may be tired, or he may be really hungry, or he may have tasted the taste of rice soup, and finally stopped spitting out, but started to suck.
Qian breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that his speed was not slow, he speeded up.
The child sucked and let out a small moan.
Not only Mother Chen, but also Mrs. Chen were stunned.
Qian Shi finished feeding him a bowl of rice soup, and then said to Chen Shi on the bed: "The child still wants to live."
In a word, Chen burst into tears instantly. She grasped Qian's hand, and the tears dripped on her hand like water, "Auntie, auntie, I want to live too, and I want him to live too, but what should I do? what to do… "
The room was silent, no one spoke.
Qian let her cry, and after she cried for a long time, he comforted her: "Okay, you can't cry all the time during confinement, or you will hurt your eyes in the future."
"If you want to live, you can live. Look at me, I have been ill for so many years, why don't I still live?" Qian Shi said, "How many times have I almost lost my life, and I survived with a single breath."
Chen raised her head with tears in her eyes, looked at Qian and then at Man Bao, with a more resolute look on her face.
When Mrs. Chen married in, Man Bao hadn't come yet. Of course she knew what was going on with Man Bao. Mrs. Qian was seriously ill back then, and she only got better when Zhou Yin came back, but after Zhou Yin was brought back, she collapsed. , there is only one breath left.
In the end, he insisted on that breath and survived.
What she didn't quite understand before was that it was her uncle, not her own son.
But now she vaguely understands a little bit.