Chapter 271

When I saw it clearly, I found that the child was suffering. He was struggling in a small range. He made a small cry in his mouth. Man Bao sounded like crying.

Not sure, she asked the other three, "listen, is he crying?"

Dafu nodded. "It's crying. My grandmother said he was hungry."

After that, he took a bowl of half cold rice soup from one side of the table and carefully touched some of his mouth. Seeing that he moved his lips, but didn't drink much, he couldn't help crying again.

He first looked at his mother, who was closing her eyes, and then whispered to man Bao, "my grandmother said that my mother has no milk, and my little brother has no food, so he can only drink some rice soup. Originally, if my little brother was good, he would drink some rice soup, crush the rice and cook it rotten, or take him to another village for a drink of milk, he would always save his life, but my little brother doesn't drink much rice soup like this, Not to mention eating rice porridge, but holding it for milk, I'm afraid the wind will blow... "

So the Zhou Hu family actually gave up the child.

Man Bao felt heartache. When she was a child, her family told her how difficult it was for her to live. When she was very young, her mother had no milk and robbed three rations.

Man Bao clenched his fist, took the bowl in Dafu's hand and said, "I'll feed you."

She took a sip of it herself, and then said, "it's cold. You have to be hot."

Dafu immediately said, "I'll change a bowl."

Man Bao lay on one side and watched the child. Bai Shanbao was used to it. He thought he was not particularly ugly. Then he asked, "can't you invite a wet nurse without milk?"

Man Bao didn't want to say, "I'm sure I can't afford it."

Man Bao thought deeply and asked Keke, "if people in the future don't have their own babies, will they still feed their own children?"

"Are there nutritional solutions and milk powder for children?"

Man Bao's eyes were bright and asked, "is it expensive?"

Of course, you are expensive. What infants and young children eat is expensive in any era.

In the future, there is no most expensive, only more expensive.

Even if the welfare of the whole star to the children is the best, and free milk powder and nutritional solution are received every week, the children's parents always seem to feel that the things given by the star are not very good and are always more willing to spend more money to buy other milk powder. Therefore, the nutritional solution and milk powder circulating in the mall are not cheap.

Manbao searched secretly and found that the required points were really not cheap.

She sighed, hesitated to buy it, but couldn't make up her mind, "what is milk powder made of? Is it also human milk? "

Koko: "... No, it's the milk of other mammals. In fact, the host can get local materials. I searched the encyclopedia and found that most milk powder in ancient times was made of milk and goat's milk."

"In ancient times?"

"Yes, at present, the data in the encyclopedia can be traced back to the 17th century of the earth era, and there were no earlier ones." Koko scanned the child in front of the bed and thought he was far worse than the host. However, as a system made by human beings, its chip has a program to produce a good impression on human beings. Therefore, he did not hesitate to suggest that "goat's milk is more suitable for this kind of infants than milk, but it is more smelly. It is suggested that the host cook it with a pinch of green tea or jasmine tea, so as to remove the smell of smell."

Man Bao nods.

Bai Shanbao kept talking. Seeing man Bao nodding, he said, "do you agree with me?"

Man Bao looked at him and said he was distracted just now. He asked, "why hasn't Dafu come back?"

As soon as the words fell, Dafu came in with a bowl of hot rice soup.

The two children couldn't care to speak for a moment and gave him a place.

Man Bao personally scooped a spoonful of rice soup and blew it slightly. Then he carefully put it on his mouth and leaked it bit by bit.

The child drank a little, then began to cry weakly and vomited out the rice soup.

Man Bao was stunned. "Why doesn't he drink?"

"He has drunk milk. Of course he doesn't want to drink rice soup." A weak voice came and man Bao looked up. He found that Chen didn't know when to open his eyes and looked at them.

Man Bao was happy and asked, "sister tiger, please feed him again."

"I have no milk. When I was in the medicine shop yesterday, your sister-in-law took him to ask someone to feed me two mouthfuls of milk." That said, she still raised her hand hard to untie her clothes and feed the child.

Qian noticed the situation here and hurriedly came forward to hold her hand and said, "don't move, no is no, you have so much blood, how can you have milk?"

In Qian's opinion, milk is made of blood essence.

She looked down at the child with her eyes closed, sighed faintly, reached out to pick him up, took the spoon in man Bao's hand and said, "I'll come."

Chen's mother also saw it. She hesitated before coming forward. She saw Qian patting the child gently and feeding him rice soup bit by bit.

At first he didn't eat, but he still insisted on spitting out.

But Qian didn't mind. She fed twice without eating once and three times without eating twice. Her action was not urgent or slow. She insisted on pouring one or two drops of rice soup into his lips every time.

Because the child is still young, she doesn't put the soup directly into her tongue, but into her lips. It's best for him to suck, but not overflow.

I don't know how long later, the child may be tired or hungry. Maybe he tasted the taste of rice soup and finally stopped spitting out, but began to suck.

Qian sighed with relief. Seeing that his speed was not slow, he accelerated his speed.

The child sucked and made a thin hum.

Not only Chen's mother but also Chen's family were stunned.

Qian finished feeding him a bowl of rice soup, and then said to Chen on the bed, "the child still wants to live."

In a word, Chen burst into tears. She held Qian's hand and tears fell on her hand like water, "aunt, aunt, I also want to live, I also want him to live, but what can I do, what can I do..."

The room was quiet and no one spoke.

Qian let her cry. After she cried for a while, she comforted: "well, confinement can't always cry, otherwise it will hurt her eyes in the future."

"If you want to live, live. Look at me. I've been ill for so many years. Don't I still live?" Qian said, "many times, I almost lost my life. I lived in one breath."

Chen raised his head with tearful eyes, looked at Qian and manbao, and his face looked firmer.

Man Bao didn't come when Chen married in. Of course, she knew what happened to man Bao. Qian was seriously ill that year, and Zhou Yin came back slightly better, but after Zhou Yin was carried back, she fell down and was left with one breath.

Finally, he just managed to survive.

What she didn't understand before was that it was her uncle, not her own son.

But now she understood a little.