She picked up the young prime minister while fleeing famine

However, it was only for a moment. Banxia quickly rushed over and stuffed the two stacks of papers into Lianchengmo's arms. She was afraid that if she was too slow, she would regret it.

The original owner and her two siblings were so poor that all they had left were tattered clothes. If those papers contained silver notes, they could have bought so many things once they got to the city.

However, this was the property of a dead man, and it belonged to Lian Chengmo's family. Considering that the other party had saved her and even acted as a scapegoat, Banxia felt that she still couldn't steal it.

After firmly handing the items to Lian Chengmo, Banxia turned around to straighten the clothes of the two ladies, then carried them into the tomb.

He returned to his grandfather's grave, knelt down and kowtowed three times before starting to fill the grave with soil.

Banxia had no intention of letting her two younger brothers participate in burying the person. Grandpa had already passed away, and if her two younger brothers saw it, they would cry again, and she would have to comfort them afterwards.

Seeing Banxia like this, Lian Chengmo, his face also pale, put his father and second uncle into the tomb and tidied up the elders' appearance.

Finally, they each kowtowed three times and silently buried the body.

Banxia quickly buried her grandfather and then came over to help Lian Chengmo.

Watching the somewhat handsome boy, his face pale and silent, being buried in the earth, Banxia felt as if he had grown up in an instant.

From the initial breakdown and sobbing, to the later restrained crying, and now, all emotions are hidden in my heart.

This is probably the price of growing up.

The pain of losing a loved one is hard for Banxia, ​​an orphan, to comprehend; all she could do was help with the burial.

Soon, three freshly made grave mounds were created. The two knelt and worshipped again, and Banxia urged Lianchengmo to go back.

The main problem is that Lian Chengmo's wound has started bleeding again, and we need to find medicine for him.

She recognized Banxia, ​​the hemostatic herb. After sending Lian Chengmo back to that crevice and instructing the little ones to help take care of him, she ignored the strong wind outside and plunged into the forest.

Banxia, ​​in her haste to gather herbs, did not notice that a pair of eyes were watching her from behind until she disappeared.

Lian Chengmo stared worriedly at the spot where Banxia had disappeared until she returned, panting heavily, carrying a large basket on her back. Only then did he feel relieved and faint.

"Hey, Lian Chengmo." Banxia was startled and rushed to check.

Upon touching the person, it was confirmed that they indeed had a fever.

Banxia's heart tightened; this was troublesome.

In ancient times, a fever wasn't something that could be cured simply by taking fever-reducing medicine. Here, she didn't even recognize many herbs, let alone fever-reducing medicine.

I learned about hemostatic herbs when I was a child, and my mother, the hospital director, taught me about them while we were playing.

But there's nothing we can do now. We can only give him the hemostatic herb first, otherwise, it's not a good idea for the bleeding to continue like this.

Banxia had just dug up the hemostatic herb on the hillside. She searched for it for a while in the dark before going down the mountain to retrieve the group's food and firewood and carrying them back up.

It's about to rain outside, and they'll definitely be trapped in this little cave. They need to have food.

So after Banxia lit a fire and used the firelight to apply hemostatic herbs to Lianchengmo to stop the bleeding, she finally had time to cook something.

Just as she was about to take something out of the basket she had picked up, she met a pair of eyes.

"Sister Banxia, ​​is there anything I can do to help you?"

He is Lian Chengyu, Lian Chengmo's cousin.

They had told the children not to run around before they went out to deal with the thieves, but the toddlers were too nervous.

After a long period of anxiety, Banxia and the other two came back and comforted them a bit. As soon as the babies relaxed, they all fell asleep.

During this time, Lian Chengmo was the one who kept coaxing the children. When Banxia came back and saw that they were asleep, she didn't plan to wake them up.

Unexpectedly, Lian Chengyu woke up.

Looking at his two younger brothers, they were still fast asleep, oblivious to everything, as if they weren't the ones who had been crying for their grandfather earlier.

Or perhaps, the pressure of their sister's long absence put them under pressure, and this relaxation led to a deeper sleep.

"Then you can watch the fire for me, and I'll cook some porridge for everyone," Banxia said with a slight smile to Lianchengyu.

What can a five-year-old child do?

"Sister Banxia, ​​I can start a fire, I can keep an eye on it." As if she had received some assurance, Lian Chengyu immediately squatted down by the fire.

He even took a fire poker and poked at it in a rather pretentious manner.

Banxia sighed at how sensible he was; children who have lost their parents always have to grow up quickly.

Ignoring Lianchengyu, Banxia began sorting through the things she had taken from those thieves.

There were quite a few items: about ten pounds of unhulled brown rice, a small pot, several broken bowls, a few water bags, some copper coins, and a few pieces of tarnished pure silver jewelry.

Needless to say, it must have been looted by those people. It's just a pity that at this time, jewelry couldn't be exchanged for food and drink; grain was still the most practical thing to buy.

Besides these, Banxia also took several sets of intact clothes from those people, planning to alter them later for herself and her younger brothers to wear.

The clothes they were wearing were truly appalling, and Banxia didn't care at all about the fact that they were taken from dead people.

In her past life, wasn't she already doing it?

When it comes to survival, what does it matter if you have to plunder the dead? Staying alive is what matters.

However, Banxia still put all the copper coins and silver jewelry into a purse along with her family's household registration and land deeds, then hung it around her neck and tucked it inside her clothes to keep it close to her body.

Although this money is of little use now, it can be exchanged for some food when we reach towns, so we must keep it safe.

After tidying everything up, Banxia took out the bag of grain, intending to take a handful out and put it in the pot to cook some porridge.

Just then, a clap of thunder sounded outside, and the heavy rain finally began.

After more than a year without rain, it was as if a hole had been torn open, and rain started pouring down incessantly.

Banxia nearly spilled the brown rice in her hand, but she quickly changed direction and spilled it all into the pot.

However, she was just relieved that she hadn't spilled the food on the ground when crying came from the small cave.

It was Lian Chengmo's younger sister, Lian Chengshuang. The little girl seemed to have been awakened by the thunder and was crying loudly in fright.

Her crying woke up Qi Changshan and Qi Juanbai, who hadn't been awakened before.

Even though Lian Chengshuang was making so much noise, Lian Chengmo, who had a high fever, didn't seem to be awakened at all and remained lying drowsily next to his sister.

"Shuang'er, don't cry, your second brother is here, don't cry, don't cry." Lian Chengyu quickly ran over and hugged his sister to comfort her.

He patted her back gently with his little hands, trying to soothe her in a low voice.

Lian Chengyu still remembered that when he first woke up, Sister Banxia was bandaging his older brother's wounds. He didn't want Shuang'er to disturb his older brother's rest.

His older brother had just told him about their parents, and although Lian Chengyu was young, he vaguely understood what it meant to lose his parents.

From now on, he and his sister Shuang'er will only be able to rely on their older brother.