Rebirth of an Old Farmer: Escape from Famine with Children and Grandchildren

Sun Zhuo sneezed several times from the smell of ginger. Song Ping finally couldn't sit still anymore and came over with a cheeky face: "Hey, Village Chief, can you pour a bowl of hot soup for my Sun Zhuo?"

You see, he is still a child. No matter how noisy our adult affairs are, we should leave the child alone, right?

The village chief's eyes swept across Sun Zhuo's little face, which looked even more childish than Xiao Fuzi's, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

However, he finally handed the decision to Sun Wan.

Sun Wan sipped the ginger soup without even raising her eyelids: "It's a long story. Sun Zhuo is my nephew after all."

"But my sister-in-law also mentioned it just now. I, Sun Wan, am now famous for not recognizing my relatives. Since I am such a person, there is no need to distinguish between nephews and nieces."

Song Ping's cheeks flushed, and she quickly raised her hand and patted herself gently, muttering, "Oh, look at my mouth, I really can't speak!"

"Sister-in-law, I'm a straightforward person who speaks without thinking, so don't take it to heart!"

Sun Wan sneered and glanced at Song Ping nonchalantly: "Sister-in-law, you don't have to beat around the bush with me. You can drink the ginger soup and eat the food."

Seeing the surprise that instantly blossomed on Song Ping's face, Sun Wan raised the corner of her mouth with a faint smile: "But, there has to be some exchange."

Song Ping was stunned: "Exchange?"

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. What do you think?" Sun Wan said bluntly, "Before we fled, a pound of rice in town cost thirty wen, and in this world, I'm afraid you can't even buy it for a hundred wen."

"For the sake of our past friendship, I won't make any profit from the difference. I'll just give you thirty cents."

"Of course, I also know that it wasn't easy for your Sun family to escape, and you don't have much money. You can find a way to dig some wild vegetables, hunt, or chop firewood to exchange for money."

"The prices are based on the previous standards, no gouging!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Ping's face darkened completely.

Her chest heaved, and her anger seemed to be about to burst out at any time, but in the end she suppressed it.

The villagers stared at her with eager eyes. Song Ping forced a smile and said, "Okay, I understand."

In the end, Song Ping still didn't let her son drink the bowl of ginger soup.

She told Old Lady Sun and Sun Sheng exactly what Sun Wan had said, and they were filled with hatred.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have thrown him into the chamber pot and drowned him!"

Old Mrs. Sun stared at Sun Wan with cold eyes, hatred almost overflowing from her.

Although Song Ping was also dissatisfied with Sun Wan, she was frightened by the gaze of Old Lady Sun.

While Old Lady Sun was out, Song Ping couldn't help but poke Sun Sheng: "I say, why does your mother hate your sister so much?"

After all, blood is thicker than water, and the hatred is even stronger than that of an outsider like her.

Sun Sheng was shivering with cold, hugging his son and his food to keep warm. Upon hearing this, he replied coldly, "Who wouldn't hate that unfilial daughter? I hate her even more than I do! Don't you hate her too?"

"You blockhead!"

After being told this for no reason, Song Ping was so angry that she cursed back.

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Sheng's face darkened and he punched her hard in the chest: "Who else are you scolding?"

Song Ping was hit by the punch, her face turned pale, she staggered and fell to the ground, having difficulty breathing, holding her chest with a dull look in her eyes.

But when the father and son looked at her like this, they didn't show any sympathy at all.

Sun Zhuo even glanced at the fat on Song Ping's body with disgust and turned his head away.

It took a while for Song Ping to recover and slowly got up.

There was no expression on her face, as if she had completely forgotten the punch. She took out the dry food from Sun Sheng's arms as if nothing had happened, broke off a piece of bread and started eating.

Sun Sheng didn't even try to stop him, but just muttered unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat until you reach heaven!"

When Zhu Xiuqin saw this scene, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

With her brows furrowed, she found it difficult to swallow even ginger soup.

As night fell, Sun Wan assigned Su Rongze and Zhang Daniu to lead everyone to take turns keeping watch.

Accompanied by the sound of drizzling rain, everyone huddled under the oilcloth and spent the night in a hurry.

The next morning, everyone woke up feeling unwell.

Although they used a large piece of oilcloth to cover themselves as much as possible, the cold wind at night was still strong and many people felt dizzy.

Seeing this, the village chief did not rush to set off, but instead found Su Rongze again and described the characteristics of several herbs in detail.

Su Rongze took note of it carefully, put on his oilskin and stepped into the rain.

Half an hour later, he returned with a basket of herbs.

The village chief checked carefully, picked out a few weeds, and the rest were basically correct.

He nodded with satisfaction, and then instructed Su Rongze on how to make a fever-reducing soup.

Everyone watched quietly, no one made a noise, and some even tried hard to remember every word of the village chief.

Soon, under the careful guidance of the village chief, a large pot of fever-reducing soup was served.

The village chief drank a bowl first, and only allowed it to be distributed to everyone after he was satisfied.

Regardless of whether you have a cold or a runny nose, everyone gets a bowl. The medicinal effects are unknown, but as for the taste...

Everyone put down their bowls silently, and no one asked for another bowl, which was in stark contrast to the ginger soup that was widely acclaimed yesterday.

Su Rongze scratched his head, an awkward smile hanging on his honest face.

“Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. The bitterer the medicine, the better the effect!”

The village chief shook his head and scooped up another bowl and handed it to Xiao Fuzi: "Herbs are scarce in the mountains. This is just for relief and prevention. Drinking more will be beneficial."

Little Fuzi shook his head like a rattle and responded loudly: "Grandpa! I'm in great shape!"

Before he finished speaking, he hid behind Zhang Daniu.

Zhang Daniu said with a bitter face: "Village chief, Xiao Fuzi is still young and has a tender tongue. If he doesn't want to drink, forget it."

The village chief's face darkened, and he pointed the bowl at Zhang Daniu: "Then drink it!"

Zhang Daniu's expression immediately changed, and he pulled Xiao Fuzi out: "Xiao Fuzi, listen to Grandpa!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and even the village chief couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Forget it. If you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it. Put it in a bamboo tube and boil it again with water in the evening."

At this moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Although the medicine was bitter, it was effective. By noon, after everyone had finished their meal, the discomfort they had felt in the morning had eased a lot.

So everyone packed their bags and prepared to leave.

Given the threat of mudslides, they avoided low-lying areas and moved along the flatter slopes.

Suddenly, Xiao Fuzi, who was at the front of the team, came back panting: "Grandpa!"

"There's a dead body up ahead!"

Children speak without restraint. Everyone's faces instantly became solemn. The village chief quickly covered Xiao Fuzi's mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

On the other side, Sun Wan and Su Rongze hurried forward and indeed found the body of a woman in the grass.

Sun Wan carefully turned her over and saw that the woman had a pretty face, as white as snow.

Under the tightly closed eyelids, the eyelashes are long and thin, and after being wetted by the rain, they stick tightly to the eyelids, like a miniature folding fan.

The most important thing is that the woman's chest is still rising and falling slightly.

"Alive."