Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 67 Cen Arun is gone.

When Mother asked such a question, Cen Zhaojuan cried even more fiercely: "Mother, I guess Chengzi is going to die soon."

Granny Cen's expression changed, and she reached out to touch it.

Her grandson's head and face were hot.

Don't think about it, the designation is caused by Tian'er.

In Qiuhu, it is very hot in the noon and afternoon, and it is very cold in the evening.

One cold and one hot, isn't it easy to get sick?

"Your gentlemen, what about your mother-in-law?" Mrs. Cen looked around, only to see her father-in-law sitting at the door and sighing, he couldn't come in and be alone with his daughter-in-law, right?

Cen Zhaojuan stretched out her coat sleeves and wiped her tears: "They are going to see if there are any herbs nearby."

"What herbs are you looking for? Why don't you come to us? Forgot that your third brother is a village doctor."

Cen Zhaojuan flattened her mouth: "My mother-in-law said that whoever has a headache at this time is afraid that people will think too much, and that we will leave our family behind after being overwhelmed by illness, and then we will have no way to survive."

"So my mother-in-law thought about sneaking some medicine to cure Chengzi." Cen Zhaojuan touched her son's little face distressedly: "Who knew it was serious."

Mrs. Cen slapped her daughter: "You fool! Come with me."

"Hey." When I came out of the tent, I met my mother-in-law Qi and son-in-law Zhuang Chongyi: "I know everything, why don't you come to my house."

The tent of Cen's family is big, with thick soft mattresses and firefly lights hanging inside.Cen Abao sat obediently on one side, with a soft and milky voice: "Auntie, you are welcome, let brother lie down."

Cen Abao was fascinated by his third uncle, gesticulating with his small hands: "Auntie, don't hug your brother all the time. My brother is already hot. If you hold him, he will become even hotter. Lay him flat. Open your clothes and fan the wind. Uncle Cen It'll be here in a while."

Cen Lao San came in and stretched out his hand to explore: "Come and find me if it's hot." Then he took out a kraft paper bag from his arms and handed it to his brother-in-law: "You go fry it, drink it three times a day, three days will be fine."

Zhuang Chongyi squeezed the medicine tightly, he was so moved that he didn't know what to do.

"Hurry up and decoct the medicine." Mrs. Cen said.

Cen Abao took out his little handkerchief and ran to Cen Zhaojuan to wipe her tears, soft words soothed the anxiety in people's hearts: "Aunt, don't cry, you are going to be sick, who will take care of your brother, you should be in good health It is."

Cen Zhaojuan's heart is not good enough, why is this little niece so rare: "Well, my aunt doesn't cry."

After decocting the medicine, let it dry to warm up. Cen Zhaozhu pulled up the baby to feed him.

The medicine was so bitter that it was choking just by the smell.

Zhuang Chenglai is on the bed, so he doesn't even drink it, which is worrying for the Zhuang family.

Cen Abao's big, grape-like eyes moved nimbly, she tugged at Zhuang Cheng's little hand, and Zhuang Cheng gave her a listless look, not being very familiar with her.

Cen Abao said something mysteriously to Zhuang Cheng's ear, and Zhuang Cheng's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course, as long as you are willing to drink the medicine obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Cheng took the initiative to pick up the bowl and slurped it up. The eyelids of Zhuang's family trembled in shock. You know it's hard work to coax him to take medicine.

Cen Abao promised him that he would give him two pieces of candy as long as he took the medicine. Naturally, he couldn't break his promise, otherwise how could he let others listen to him in the future.

Zhuang Chengma put a piece in his mouth, it was so sweet that he forgot the bitter taste of the medicine, and the other candy was held tightly in his hand, no one wanted to give it to him.

After taking the medicine, Cen Zhaojuan carried the baby and left, she couldn't occupy Abao's place, right?

There were noisy footsteps, and Cen Abao heard Boss Cen's voice jumping out like a rabbit.

Boss Cen picked up his daughter with one hand, and shook his head disappointedly at the big guy who was full of expectations: "No, there is no water for a long way out."

The eyes of the villagers were all gloomy.

Mrs. Cen grabbed a rock and knocked on the ground: "We need to save some of the water we have, and drink it when we are thirsty."

"Rest early now, recharge your energy, and go on your way tomorrow."

"But we are a big family, so we have to be wary of others, just in case there is a thief."

"So, each household has two strong laborers, guarding in shifts, guarding against bad people and wild animals. If there is danger, we can run away as soon as possible."

Under the sense of security of strong labor patrolling back and forth, he slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Cen Abao, who was not a good sleeper, put his little hand on the side and it felt warm, as if it was on a stove.

She opened her eyes and found that the stove was Qi Zeyao. She touched her head and said, "It's so hot."

"Grandma." Cen Abao pushed old lady Cen awake: "The little dirty boy seems to have a fever."

Cen Abao thought that at the hottest time, the little dirty boy deliberately stood in front of her and blocked the sun for her. She was cool all day, but he fell ill.

Cen Abao was both moved and guilty.

Mrs. Cen put on her clothes and got up and asked for medicine from Mr. Cen to fry it.

Cen Abao was a little anxious when she saw that he was so burnt that she couldn't open her eyes. Thinking of the method of cooling down mentioned by the third uncle, she ran out to ask her father for a bowl of wine, and then came back.

"Little dirty boy, you will definitely get better. You are so smart, I won't let you become a fool." Cen Abao clumsily took Qi Zeyao's hand, rubbed his palms and feet, rubbed his head, And the pit of the heart.

If the rubbing arm becomes numb, shake it and continue rubbing.

This is what Qi Zeyao saw when he woke up in a daze.

He thought of his previous life, when she was a little ferret, she had a fever because of playfulness, and he was in a hurry, knowing that there was a kind of leaf that cools down. He chewed the leaf, and then licked her ears and paws with his cool tongue, in order to make her feel better. She has a fever.

"Little dirty boy, wake up, drink the medicine quickly, so that you can get better." Qi Zeyao was not afraid of hardship, and swallowed down.

Cen Abao imitated the way old lady Cen treated her and patted his head: "You're so obedient."

At this time, there was a noise in the nearby tent, and Meng Xiaoru ran in in a panic.

Cen Abao stood up: "Mom, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Meng Xiaoru covered her tearful eyes: "Arun...Arun is gone."

"What? The little brother is gone?" Cen Abao's eyes widened.

Father, mother, third brother and younger brother live in a tent.

Father and third brother are in charge of guarding in shifts, and this hour happened to catch up with them. The younger brother was still young, so he and his mother went to bed early.

But when Niang got up at night and wanted to tuck the quilt up for the little brother, she found that the little brother was gone.

Mrs. Cen was furious. She was busy decocting the medicine just now and didn't pay attention to anything else.

Boss Cen and Azhuo Cen ran back, Boss Cen hugged Meng Xiaoru and comforted him: "Don't cry, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you, it's this brat running around."

The Cen family split up to find someone without waking up the villagers.

Cen Abao and Cen Arun have the best relationship, she hurriedly put on her shoes: "I want to find my little brother too."

Qi Zeyao was worried and insisted on following, for fear that Cen Abao would also be lost.

They found something near a dry grass field not far away...

(End of this chapter)