Early the next morning, Li Qingling woke up on time. As soon as she lifted the quilt, Qingfeng also woke up, sat up in a daze, rubbed her eyes and called her sister.
With a soft heart, Li Qingling stretched out his hand, hugged him down, and led him to the kitchen.
"Are you up?" Mrs. Zhao had just washed the mushrooms, when she saw her daughter and son waking up, she quickly fetched a basin of water, "Come here and wash your face!"
"Mom, just let it go, I'll come..."
Li Qingling pulled Mrs. Zhao up and let her sit on the stool. She picked up the mushrooms and poured them into the boiling water pot, put salt, covered the lid, and then went to wash her face.
Mrs. Zhao heated up the fire a bit, frowned, and thought for a while before saying, "Little Ling, don't talk about this mess, it's not good for our family."
Li Qingling put the cloth strips away, and said in a low voice, "I know, I told my brother yesterday."
Now that she has inherited this body, she has to take this responsibility and try her best to keep the family from starving, and the mushrooms on the mountain are their only food now, so she has to be selfish.
Mrs. Zhao stared sideways at Li Qingling, feeling that her daughter had changed a lot after waking up from the injury. Li Qing was inspired by Mrs. Zhao's searching eyes, and she didn't panic. The little Li Qingling used to have a clumsy mouth and could only bury her head in her work, but She had bumped her head and died once, so it was understandable that she would change.
After a long while, Mrs. Zhao also seemed to think of this, and said with a choked voice, "It's my mother's fault for making you suffer." She turned her head, afraid that they would see the tears in her eyes.
When the family is separated, if she can be tougher, maybe she can share more food, so that her daughter doesn't have to beg for a little food.
Li Qingling helped Li Qingfeng tie a tweet again, shook her head and said, "It will get better." This was for Zhao Shi and for herself. Only when she thought this way did she have the courage to go on.
Mrs. Zhao quietly wiped away the tears from her eyes, hummed, and the mushrooms were also fragrant. She lifted the lid and filled three bowls, one for each person.
After the three of them finished eating, she filled another bowl full, covered it with a bowl, and handed it to Li Qingling, "Give it to Zhimo, he is kind to our family, we can't forget it."
Li Qingling nodded, took the bowl, Liu Zhimo's family didn't have much rice and could bring some to her family, and it was impossible for her to be an ungrateful person.
"Mom, I'm going too."
"Go!" Mrs. Zhao smiled and patted her son's head.
Li Qingfeng cheered, and ran out first. After eating enough, he finally became a little lively like a child.
Running to the door of Liu Zhimo's house, he patted on the yard door, "Brother Zhimo, open the door."
Not long after, the door opened, and a head poked out, it was Liu Zhimo's younger brother Liu Zhiyan.
"Qingfeng, my brother has gone to the field and is not at home."
"Zhiyan, my sister will bring you..."
Li Qingfeng's excited words were interrupted by Li Qingling's voice, "Let's go in and talk!" Although their house is a little far from the village, she was afraid of being heard by passers-by.
She went in, closed the yard door, and took a look. Liu Zhimo's house was a mud-brick house, much better than her broken thatched house.
Speaking of which, Liu Zhimo's family is not local. His parents came to Niutou Village to settle down thirteen years ago. Over the years, Liu's father and her father got along the best. When he and his wife were infected with the plague, he asked her father to let him She married Liu Zhimo and asked her father to take care of his three children.
Unexpectedly, her father also died of the plague, and the three of their mothers were kicked out. In this way, not only did Liu Zhimo's family not be taken care of, but Liu Zhimo was also taken care of.
Liu Zhiyan stared at the bowl Li Qingling was carrying, sniffed, "Sister Qingling, you... what are you holding?"
Before Li Qingling opened his mouth, Li Qingfeng couldn't wait to say, "It's the fur nest that my sister picked up on the mountain, it's delicious." He took down the bowl on it, "We've all eaten it, No one will die."
"Really?" Smelling the aroma of mushrooms, Liu Zhiyan swallowed a few mouthfuls.
Ever since his father and mother got sick and spent all the family money, he has never eaten any delicious food, and he only eats brown rice porridge every day.
Li Qingling hummed, took the mushrooms into the room, and put them on the table, "This is edible hairy nest, it won't eat dead people, don't worry."
"Second...brother..." A thin cry came from the room.
"Here it comes..." Liu Zhiyan quickly ran into the room and carried his sister out, Li Qingling reached out to take it and asked him to eat.
He looked up at Li Qingling, then lowered his head, looked at the shoes with his thumbs exposed, and said hesitantly, "I want to wait until my brother comes back to eat."
She knew that since Liu's father and Liu's mother passed away, his family's life was not very good, but even so, it was really not easy to think about her brother under the temptation of food.
"I still have it at home. This is for you to eat. Eat it quickly!" She patted his head and said with a smile.
After hearing her words, Liu Zhiyan's eyes lit up, and now he didn't have to worry about anything, and started eating with his head buried.
Seeing that there was something to eat, Liu Zhirou's saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, pointing at Liu Zhiyan, "Eat...eat..."
"Sister eats too." Liu Zhiyan picked up a piece of mushroom, stood up and handed it to Liu Zhirou.
Li Qingling hurriedly stopped her, Liu Zhirou was only two years old, she was afraid that such a large piece of mushroom would choke her, so she turned to ask Li Qingfeng to get a knife, chop it up a bit, and then feed it to her.
Liu Zhirou kept reaching for the bowl on the table, talking anxiously about eating...eat...
"Wait, it's ready." Li Qingling scooped up a little with a spoon, let it cool down a bit before feeding it into Liu Zhirou's open mouth.
After eating several mouthfuls hastily, Liu Zhirou slowed down when she opened her mouth. She patted her small palms, her brows and eyes curved into a smile, "Okay... eat..." She reached out and pushed the spoon, signaling Li Qingling to eat too.
Li Qingling pretended to eat it, then fed the mushroom back into her mouth, and she smiled even more happily.
Li Qingfeng watched from the side, swallowing continuously, and asked Liu Zhiyan if it tasted good? Is it fragrant
Liu Zhiyan nodded, looked up at Li Qingfeng, and took a piece for him, but Li Qingfeng shook his head, saying that he had eaten it and could not eat any more.
Seeing Li Qingling, she felt both sore and relieved, just for such a sensible brother, no matter how difficult it was, she would try her best to find a way out.
After the brothers and sister Liu Zhiyan had finished eating, she told them not to tell the story. Seeing that they all nodded, she took Li Qingfeng home with confidence.
Seeing Mrs. Zhao carrying a hoe and preparing to go to the field, Li Qingling quickly pushed Li Qingfeng and asked him to go with Mrs. Zhao and help with some work.
Without his father, as the only man in the family, he must know what he should do, so that they can support their family in the future.
Li Qingfeng patted his small chest, "Sister, don't worry, I won't let mother be tired."
"Good..." She patted his head lightly, then looked at Mrs. Zhao again in a blink of an eye, "Mother, I'll look for you guys after I go to the mountain to pick up fur nests."
"No, no, just take a rest when you come back, don't be tired, the work in the field will not trouble your mother." Zhao waved her hand fiercely, she was afraid that her daughter was not in good health yet, and if she was tired again, what should I do
Li Qingling smiled, didn't listen to her words, lowered her head and gave Li Qingfeng a few more words, and then went up the mountain with a basket on her back.
This time, she only concentrated on picking mushrooms, and soon filled a basket full of them. When she got home, she didn't care about rest, so she rushed to the field again. She wanted to lighten the burden on Mrs. Zhao so that she could have a rest.
Walking through the memories, she walked to her own field and saw Mrs. Zhao, she just called mother.
Er Gouzi in the village shouted at them while running, "It's not good, Aunt Zhao, Qingfeng fell into the river."
Mrs. Zhao staggered and almost fell when she heard this. Li Qingling looked terrified, "Mother, don't worry, I'll go and have a look first." Then he asked Er Gouzi, who was bending over and panting, "Gouzi, please help me." Let me help my mother, she is pregnant with a child, so there is no rush."
Seeing Er Gouzi nodded, Li Qingling ran away. If something happened to Qingfeng, her cheap mother probably wouldn't be able to survive. She couldn't let this happen.
When she ran to the river, there was already a crowd of people around, all saying, it was late and out of breath.
Her heart sank, she pushed aside the crowd, and saw Li Qingfeng lying on the ground, wet all over, with a pale face, her eyes instantly turned red.
"Hey, Qingling is here?" Someone called out.
Li Qingling pinched her palms fiercely to calm herself down. Ignoring those pitying eyes, she quickly knelt down beside Qingfeng Li, and started to give him artificial respiration according to the techniques she had learned in her previous life.
Hope everything is still in time.
"What is Qingling doing? Could it be that he was scared to death?" The villagers saw that Li Qingling was pressing Li Qingfeng's chest again, and blowing air from mouth to mouth, and immediately started discussing again.
Mrs. Zhao walked briskly with her belly in her hands. When she saw the villagers forming a circle, she became even more anxious. Er Gouzi trotted to keep up with her, "Aunt Zhao, slow down."
When the villagers saw her coming, they all stepped aside and asked her to take care of herself and not be too sad.
Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and when she saw Qingfeng lying lifeless on the ground, she yelled, "My son!"
The person fell headfirst, but fortunately the villagers caught it, so he didn't fall to the ground.
Li Qingling didn't care about Mrs. Zhao who passed out, she continued to help Qingfeng Li with artificial respiration. After doing it for an unknown amount of time, she felt that she was about to lack oxygen, and Qingfeng Li remained motionless.
"Girl, don't worry about it, take Feng boy back and prepare for the funeral!" The oldest grandma in the village, the fifth grandma who even the village chief respected, called Li Qingling with red eyes.
Is it really not working
She pinched Li Qingfeng's nose, and breathed into his mouth again without giving up, but tears flowed down her chin and into Li Qingfeng's mouth.
After hearing a cough, Li Qingfeng moved.
Overjoyed, she turned Qingfeng Li over and pressed his knee against his stomach.
With a wow, Qingfeng Li spit out a lot of water. After a long while, he tugged on Li Qingling's sleeve and called out for his sister.
"It's alive, it's alive, it's saved." The villagers sighed.
Li Qingling had a cold face, and slapped Li Qingfeng, "How many times have I told you, don't play by the river, you just don't listen." Turning his head, he pointed at Zhao Shi who was still in a coma , "You want your mother to die for you, so you can listen to it?"