Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 243 Chapter 244: Rescue

After entering the space, Wang Zhendong began to treat the little boy.

In fact, the treatment is very simple. The first is temperature, let the body temperature rise, and the second is rice water, which is warmer.

So Wang Zhendong put the little boy into the car. Under the sun, the temperature in the car was much higher.

Also, when he wakes up later, he has to take the little boy out. He can't let him see too much. A quick glance can only be regarded as an illusion.

He doesn't want normal people to stay in the space.

Although the space has the best living environment, he can't do it. The little boy is not a villain, nor is he his family.

He cannot decide the living environment of others.

Although space is good, it is a closed world after all, like a cage.

After placing the little boy in the car, Wang Zhendong started to light a fire to make porridge, making it thinner. In this way, people who have been hungry for a long time should not eat too much at once or be too dry.

It will burden the stomach and intestines.

You have to be a little thinner at the beginning, and then eat more and eat better when it slowly subsides.

While making porridge, Wang Zhendong was also guessing who the child would take back to the cornbread that he was reluctant to eat.

Let him eat slowly by himself.

This is important because there may be parents, brothers and sisters. In such weather, if ignored, people may die.

The rice porridge is cooked and set aside to cool.

Wang Zhendong went to the car and looked at the child. His face had softened. The temperature in the car was very high, which made him recover quickly.

Feeling that he was about to wake up, Wang Zhendong left the space with a thought.

He looked on the road outside the space and saw that there was no one there. With a thought, he also sent the car out, along with a porcelain jar of gruel.

He drove the car and turned on the heater to maintain the temperature in the car. Then he took out an old military coat and wrapped the little boy.

On the roadside on a snowy night, a car was parked, waiting.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Zhendong felt hot in the car. The little boy woke up. He first looked at the small light on the roof of the car in confusion.

Then he felt a slight vibration in his body and the sound of the engine in his ears, and finally realized that he was so warm.

It's so warm, this feeling is so happy.

"you're awake."

Wang Zhendong asked in a low voice at this time. The little boy turned his head and saw a very fierce man with a very strange dress and short hair, like a bald head.

There are no eyebrows either, which is particularly scary.

However, he did not scream in fright, but pretended to be calm and asked: "Who are you? Did you save me?"

Wang Zhendong laughed and said: "It's not bad, my psychological quality is good, my thinking is okay, and I know that I saved you.

My name is Wang Zhendong. I live in the western suburbs. When I came home at night, I saw you lying in the snow, so I got out of the car and rescued you. Otherwise, you would have died tonight.

Okay, just wake up, I want to drink some hot rice porridge..."

After Wang Zhendong finished speaking, he picked up the enamel jar and began to feed the little boy, but the little boy refused to let him feed it. He stretched out his hand to take it, held it with both hands, and drank slowly one mouthful at a time.

As he drank, the little boy's face was intoxicated with happiness, but he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes.

Wang Zhendong looked on and felt sad. How old is this child? Alas, he has endured so much at such a young age that he shouldn't have to bear it. At this moment, the little boy stopped drinking, and there was still more than half of it left. He looked up at Wang Zhendong and begged: "Uncle, can I take these back? I will return this jar to you..."

"Why take it back? It's easier to finish it here and feel full. You also have the strength to go back."

Wang Zhendong asked deliberately. The little boy looked at the white rice porridge in the jar, but he couldn't bear to part with it.

Then he whispered: "I want to bring food to my friends, they have to be hungry..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhendong immediately knew that this was a group of beggars, and they were probably all children, not accompanied by their parents.

After the famine, those abandoned in this way, as well as some orphans, wandered around begging for a living.

Feeling inexplicably sad, Wang Zhendong smiled at the little boy and said, "Okay, I'll take it back to you. Let's go. You can show me the way. My uncle will take you back. It just so happens that I still have some rice porridge in the car..."

When the little boy heard this, his face was filled with surprise, especially when he heard that there was rice porridge in the car. He was so happy that the tears in his eyes shone brightly in the reflection of the car's interior lights.

The little boy was wrapped in a military coat and clutched the enamel jar tightly with both hands. Wang Zhendong didn't drive very fast. Not long after, under the guidance of the little boy, he came to an abandoned house.

Many of the houses in the courtyard have collapsed, and they are in the wilderness. It is dark all around, and it is also dark in the courtyard, but there seems to be a glimmer of light.

Is this the Beggar Clan branch?

Wang Zhendong got out of the car, and the little boy also came out of the military coat, still holding the enamel jar tightly, and even holding it in his arms.

Opening the door, Wang Zhendong asked the little boy to get out of the car. After the little boy got out of the car, he walked cautiously towards the abandoned house and shouted:

"Puppy Xiaoni, I'm back, I have food..."

Hearing the little boy shouting, Wang Zhendong felt sad again, and he quickly took out the half-barrel of rice porridge from the space.

There were also pickles and bowls and chopsticks, and then under control of my mind, I got some sweet potatoes and put them in the fire pit to roast.

There were also several old military coats and hats taken out and placed in the back of the car.

After everything was done, he took a flashlight, a wooden bucket and a rattan basket, and followed the little boy into the ruins.

Among the ruins of the house, there were only broken walls, and where a glimmer of fire appeared, there was only half a house left.

There was a small fire on the ground. This half-house could not block the wind or the snow, but it was the home of a group of beggars.

As soon as he caught his eye, he saw three or four children, all of whom were in ragged clothes and skinny, especially for their age. The little boy he met on the road seemed to be the oldest.

The youngest among them looked to be only three or four years old. His pitiful appearance made Wang Zhendong's eyes wet with tears that he had not shed in decades.

He didn't go over immediately for fear of scaring these children, because at this time, all the children were looking at him blankly, with fear and panic in their eyes.

In the end, the little boy told the story, and the children lost their fear and turned into expectant eyes, looking forward to Wang Zhendong bringing them warmth and satiety.

In the end, Wang Zhendong couldn't hold back his tears and fell down under these eyes.

He wiped it quickly, then forced a smile and walked towards the half-bathed room. He stopped by the fire and put down the barrel in his hand.

Then he just kept silent and filled the rice porridge for the children. After all five children started eating, he said: "Don't be anxious, eat slowly. Yes, that's it. There are a lot of them, and they can be eaten." Well fed…”

Then, he went to find some firewood and made the fire bigger. Then he returned to the car and took out three old coats and two old cotton-padded jackets.

Keep the kids warm first, then take them all away.

The youngest was a girl who was so thin that she looked like she would die at any time. Wang Zhendong couldn't stand it.

He wrapped everyone in a coat and a cotton-padded jacket. Finally, he held the youngest girl in his arms. He didn't mind the dirt or smell, so he wrapped the little girl in the last cotton-padded coat.

But the little girl didn't care, sipping the warm rice porridge in mouthfuls, as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.

(End of this chapter)