The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

John tipped his hat and said, "Thank you, my boy."

The boy nodded, and when he saw the little girl smiling at him, he also pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

The little pigeon sat down and began to look around the room.

The interior is warm and tidy, and you can tell that the hostess is a person who loves life, but it seems empty, as if a lot of items are missing.

It feels... a little strange...

"How many cows do you want for milk? Do you want pork, beef, or mutton? Do you want wool?" The boy poured them some water and asked directly without any nonsense, without even asking the adults to come out for a talk.

The little pigeon frowned, and John asked in confusion, "My child, where are your parents?"

The boy pursed his lips, slammed the table, and glared at her fiercely, pretending to be an adult. "I'm the boss of my family, don't ask too much!"

John was startled, made the sign of the cross again, and soothed her, "My child, don't be afraid. We are not bad people. My sister should talk to your parents about this matter."

"No need. I'll decide what you want. If you don't want it, please get out!" The boy was a little impatient. He felt better after being comforted, but he still picked up the gun.

The little pigeon made a click of the tongue, put down the teacup, raised his hand and snatched the boy's gun away so quickly that the boy didn't even have time to react.

"Damn it!" The boy cursed, raised his hands, stood up and slowly backed away.

But the little pigeon didn't want to fight him, so he took out the bullet and threw it back to him, "We are not here to fight, I hope you will be polite to my dad."

"Can we talk properly now?"

John "..."

Turning his head away and wiping the sweat off his face...

The boy took a few quick breaths, "How much do you want? I can decide."

"Yeah, where are your parents? You're so nervous that I suspect you're not the owner of this house." The little pigeon nodded.

"I need to make sure you're telling the truth. I don't want to get busted right after spending the money."

"You! Damn it, I wouldn't be so shameless!" The little boy was so anxious that he searched his body but couldn't find what he needed.

Then he took out a group photo from the drawer. The background was this house, the host and hostess, the little boy, and a little girl in swaddling clothes.

"See? Now we can get down to business!" The little boy put the photo in front of them.

The little pigeon looked at it, then nodded and said soothingly, "Yes, that's enough. Don't excite this little gentleman."

"My dad is a good man. If you need any help, my dad will help you."

"Stop talking nonsense. How many do you want? I have Dutch dairy cows here. They are of very good quality. How many do you want?" The little boy was very alert.

John stood up and said, "God bless you. If you can make the decision, we can trade now. We want cows of different sizes and chickens."

"Can you deliver it for us by yourself? The address is in Green Town."

The boy, who had been full of confidence, was stuck at this moment.

The little pigeon snorted, "Can we still talk?"

"Come with me to see the cows and chicks first, and check their quality before deciding on the quantity. We still have a lot of wool, which is very soft and white." The boy's ears blushed, and after calming down, he put on his hat and pretended to take them out.

John sighed, took the pigeon's hand, looked at the boy and said, "If you can't take the initiative to send it back for us, there will be no business between us."

"Son, we must go." John raised his hat. "May God bless you and my child."

When the two reached the door, the little boy stopped them and said anxiously, "My mother is sick and is resting in the room upstairs."

"My father took my sister to the hospital and hasn't come back yet. I can make the decision, but I need to deliver the goods to you a few days later. I'm serious!"

"Oh my God, what's wrong with your mother? I have some medicine here." John put down his bag and took out some pills from the compartment.

The boy's eyes lit up and then dimmed when he saw the medicine. "I don't know. She has a stomachache. If it's serious, she will vomit blood and foam at the mouth. The hospital said it can't be cured!"

The boy wiped his tears and said, "I really need money. I can sell you cattle and sheep at a low price!"

The little pigeon raised its hand and patted his waist, "Don't cry, take us to see your mother, maybe a miracle will happen."

The boy's eyes lit up as he listened. "Yes, you are a pastor, God's spokesman!"

"Please follow me, and please forgive my rudeness just now!"

"Yeah, I forgive you. Come on~" The little pigeon nodded, grabbed John's hand and went upstairs.

John "..."

The three of them went upstairs one after another. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the woman vomiting with blood and white foam. Her lips were a little black and she looked listless.

"Mom!" The boy ran over, helped her and wiped her mouth. The woman was unconscious and didn't say anything.

John quickly stepped forward to look at her eyelids and tongue.

The little pigeon was looking at the vomit. There was nothing in it, just black blood clots. It must have been there for several days. It tasted bitter, as if it was poisoned.

John shook his head and the boy started to cry.

Little Pigeon grabbed John and said, "Daddy, she's just poisoned. I know what to drink to make her better~"

"Come with me to the farm to pick herbs. Little gentleman, come with me too. Time is urgent."

Before John could even ask any questions, the boy seemed to have seen his savior. Although he didn't quite believe it, he decided to give it a try!