Spring comes to the desperate place

"The pendant you gave me is actually a magical instrument given by an immortal. It can travel back and forth between the past and the present. It was it that brought my soul to another world. I was born, grew up, and studied in that world. Until all of humanity encountered a catastrophe, the pendant did its best to bring me back from that world, along with the food and medicines you saw."

Grandpa Song grasped the key point: "What kind of disaster is worthy of being called a catastrophic disaster?"

Song Chunlin hesitated, not knowing whether to speak or not. At this moment, Song Dazhuang behind him suddenly spoke up: "Chunlin, tell us, what kind of calamity would make the pendant send you back here at all costs? I thought that three years of drought, foreign invasion, and mob uprising were already catastrophic."

In the eyes of Song Dazhuang and others, these were already huge disasters. They could not imagine that people would turn into man-eating monsters, and that humans bitten by monsters would also mutate into monsters.

Song Chunlin thought for a long time before he told the Song family in a very calm tone about the ten years he had lived alone in the apocalypse.

"In fact, I am very lucky. I have an immortal space. I stockpiled a lot of food at the beginning. I can also grow food in that space. I have never lacked food or clothes. I am much better off than those disaster victims who are starving."

Song Chunlin tried to tell the Song family that he had an easy life in those ten years, but the Song family still cried with heartache, and Song Qin hugged him tightly.

"Silly child, living alone is bound to be hard."

The Song family members are not fools. They were terrified when they heard Song Chunlin talk about those man-eating monsters. However, Song Chunlin had to face those monsters alone. He had been in the apocalypse for so long, how could he live a worry-free life? He would probably have to run for his life all day long. The Song family members felt suffocated just thinking about life in a place full of dangers where a monster could jump out at any time.

"Actually, it's not that bad. I can get enough food. There are so many people there. Not to mention food, they can't even get a sip of clean water. Ordinary people are used as cannon fodder by the psychics to block the zombies. So I hate entering the base. They treat ordinary people like livestock." Song Chunlin frowned as he spoke, as if he had thought of something bad.

Grandpa Song coughed lightly and said, "Okay, the past is the past. Now that our family is reunited, the best thing is, Brother Lin, your father has been awake for so long, give this kid a meal first."

After all, no one knows a son better than his father. Song Dazhuang looked at his old father with gratitude. Old Man Song felt it was really offensive to see his fawning look.

Song Chunlin then remembered that Song Dazhuang was still hungry. Although drinking the spiritual spring water should protect his life, the spiritual spring water could not fill his stomach. Song Chunlin immediately took out a bowl of red dates and millet porridge and fed his old father himself.

With the help of his wife, Song Dazhuang sat up with difficulty, looked at the porridge in his son's hand, and sniffed.

"That's not right, son. Why are you only giving your father water to drink? Where's the meat? I clearly smelled the aroma of meat just now! Don't hide it, take it out quickly, your father is starving to death."

Song Chunlin was speechless. Why did he feel that his father suddenly became talkative after being injured?

"No, Dad. You're too badly injured. You need to avoid certain foods. Drink some millet porridge first. It has brown sugar, dates, and wolfberries in it. It's quite nutritious."

Song Dazhuang knew that his son was right. He looked at the wound on his chest which was covered with medicine powder and thought, okay, just drink the porridge. He heard from his son that the spiritual spring water was very effective. His deep wound didn't hurt much now. He thought it should heal in two days.

Song Dazhuang no longer felt aggrieved when he thought of this, and he obediently drank the whole bowl of millet porridge with the help of his wife and children. After finishing it, he smacked his lips, feeling that he was just full of water. However, the taste was really good. The millet porridge was very sweet, and Song Dazhuang just happened to like sweets.

After finishing the porridge, Song Chunlin took out a few small pills. It was the first time that Song Dazhuang had seen such small pills, as small as a fingernail. Are all pills in the other world so small? Could such a small pill really cure his injury?

With doubts, Song Dazhuang obediently took the medicine. No matter what, it was still medicine. He heard from his son that the doctors in that world were very powerful, so this pill should be very powerful as well.

After Song Dazhuang finished taking the anti-inflammatory medicine, Song Chunlin took out a small glass bottle, inserted a straw and handed it to Song Dazhuang's mouth.

"Dad, just hold the straw in your mouth and take a sip to suck up all the medicine." Song Chunlin instructed his father to drink the oral liquid.

Song Dazhuang tried to take a sip. It was sweet, with a medicinal taste, but he could accept it. So he drank the rest in one gulp. He licked his lips and said, "Is this medicine too? Why is it sweet? It tastes really good."

Song Chunlin chuckled and didn't intend to tell Song Dazhuang that this thing was actually a blood-replenishing oral liquid for girls. Thinking of this, he took out two more bottles and gave one to Song Amao and Song Qinshi each.

Song A-mo was a little surprised: "Chunlin, what are you doing? A-mo is not injured, why do you need to take medicine?"

Song Qin was also confused and didn't understand why her son gave them medicine.

Song Chunlin glanced at Song Dazhuang and saw that he was beginning to feel drowsy due to exhaustion, so he leaned close to Song Qin's ear and whispered something.

Song Qin widened her eyes, looked at Song Chunlin with complicated eyes, then glanced at Song Dazhuang, and then drank the blood-replenishing oral liquid in silence.

Here, Amao Song also knew what the medicine in her hand was. Although she was different from normal women and did not have her menstrual period, she had given birth to four children and her body must be in some deficiency, so she also drank the oral liquid.

Next, Song Chunlin began to distribute milk to everyone as if he was offering a treasure. So in the afternoon in the deep mountains and old forests, everyone in the Song family, except Song Dazhuang, held a box of milk to drink.

Song Chunsheng finished drinking the milk and looked at his brother with sparkling eyes: "Chunlin, is there any more? Another bottle!"

Song Chunlin shook his head to indicate that he had no more. "One box of milk a day is enough. Besides, brother, you just ate a big box of food and a lot of fruit. Isn't your stomach bloated?"

"Ah? I'm not bloated. I feel like I can still eat more." Song Chunsheng touched his bulging belly guiltily. He was obviously full, but because he was very hungry before, and the food Song Chunlin brought out was so delicious, Song Chunsheng always felt that he could never eat enough. He wanted to eat more. Even though his stomach was about to explode, he still wanted to eat something.

Song Chunlin was afraid that something would go wrong if he ate more, so he thought about it and took out a string of candied haws, intending to let Song Chunsheng eat some hawthorns to help digest the food.