Wang Chunniang's energy was focused on Jiang Ting's mother. Although Abao and Zhao Xuan helped take care of Jiang Ting's head and feet, Jiang Ting was still injured, and the wounds left by the soldering iron were bleeding.

Zhao Heng couldn't see, so the brother and sister could only handle it carefully.

"No need to bother." Jiang Ting shrank and said in a hoarse voice.

"No trouble, if your mother wakes up and sees that all the wounds on your body are bandaged, she will be very happy," Zhao Xuan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ting, who was still a little resistant at first, immediately became obedient. Abao also squatted aside and carefully prepared the medicine.

It's just that there are beads of sweat on the foreheads of the two children.

When Lin Xiang came out after burning the fire, he saw such a scene.

She hesitated several times, but looking at the thin little boy, she finally raised her feet and walked towards the three children.

"Aunt Xiang, it's a mess here, go and sit next to me." Zhao Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Lin Xiang.

Abao also grinned at Lin Xiang: "Auntie!"

Lin Xiang smiled awkwardly, and then squatted down next to Zhao Xuan. She slowly reached out and took the handkerchief in Zhao Xuan's hand: "I'll do it. Before...my brother was injured, and he was...

I bandaged him."

Zhao Xuan glanced at Jiang Ting and gave up his position to Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang is indeed better at treating wounds than the other two children. She looks like the gentle image of Xiaojiabiyu. She looks soft and weak, but she treats wounds very quickly and accurately. Zhao Xuan feels that even his mother may not be as good as Aunt Xiang.

Easy to use.

After all, his mother is a careless person, which can be seen from these "ugly shoes" of Abao.

The little outer skirt A Bao is currently wearing is still embroidered with butterflies, but when the shoes are exposed, they are a pair of gray boy's shoes. The difference between the two pieces of clothing is also the difference in the personalities of Wang Chunniang and Lin Xiang.

"Someone... tortured you." Lin Xiang looked at the iron marks on Jiang Tingman's back and the big, big word "slave", and her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Ting said nothing.

Lin Xiang couldn't hold back, stretched out her hand, gently touched Jiang Ting's head, and said in a low voice: "Good boy."

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The Zhao family worked hard all night. It was almost midnight that night, when Jiang Ting's fever subsided and his breathing became somewhat steady, but his face and lips were still very pale.

Jiang Ting kowtowed three times to the Zhao family.

"Xiao Jiangting, you have to be mentally prepared. Your mother...may not be able to survive for long." Wang Chunniang was a bit straight-tempered. She thought about it and said this to let her child be prepared.

"I know." Jiang Ting nodded, and only said three words, nothing else. He actually knew that his mother wouldn't last long, because... his beastly father was sending the mother and son to the slave workshop.

She had ordered someone to poison her mother before. After so long, the poison had already seeped into her internal organs.

His mother had been able to hold on until she brought him back with her for a long, long time...

Being a mother means being strong, that's probably the case.

"It's too late. Go to bed quickly. When you wake up, your mother will be fine." Wang Chunniang touched Jiang Ting's head. Lin Xiang, who was following beside her, couldn't help but reached out and touched her too.

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Abao didn't stay up that late last night, so she woke up early in the morning. She slept with Lin Xiang last night, and when she opened her eyes, Lin Xiang was already lighting the fire in the kitchen.

Abao put on her ugly shoes with disheveled hair and went to find Zhao Xuan.

As a result, for the first time, Zhao Xuan didn't wake up yet. He was too tired yesterday.

Abao was helpless, so she thought about it and went to the wing to find her brother.

Gently opening the door, Abao tilted his little head and looked around. He saw Jiang Ting lying on the chair and writing something with Guo Guo's brush. His eyes were red and swollen like two big walnuts.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you crying?" Abao came over curiously and handed over his handkerchief.

Jiang Ting glanced at the chubby little boy standing next to him. He didn't answer. He thought about it and finally spoke in a rustling voice: "I'm five years old and older than you."

A Bao stretched out his fingers and counted, and his mother said, she is three years old now!

Five is bigger than three. Then he is not the younger brother, but Xiao Guo Guo.

"What are you writing? Why don't I recognize any of them?" Abao didn't know how to read yet. He only knew the names of his family members, but didn't know anything else.

Perhaps seeing that Jiang Ting was not interested in writing, she turned around and climbed up onto the kang with a groan. Seeing A Bao climbing up the kang skillfully, Jiang Ting dropped her pen in a hurry and followed A Bao.

I want to stop him from behind.

"Is this aunt feeling better today?" Abao stretched out his claws and held Jiang Ting's mother's hand.

Just as Jiang Ting was about to stop him, he saw that the originally happy little guy suddenly became quiet and silent.

"Auntie's hands are so cold, so she must not have covered her with a quilt." Abao pulled the quilt aside and covered her, then he climbed down from the kang very nimbly and ran outside.

passed.

Wang Chunniang had just come out of the house. She had obviously just woken up. She was about to see Jiang Ting and her son when she saw A Bao running out of the wing. The little guy's eyes were red and tears were falling out.

.

"What's wrong with Ah Bao? Why is Ah Bao crying?" Wang Chunniang picked up Ah Bao, and Ah Bao hugged Wang Chunniang's neck and buried her little head into Wang Chunniang's neck.

Sensing the little guy's low mood, Wang Chunniang asked as she walked: "Are you worried about the little brother? Don't worry, they will definitely get better..."

Before Wang Chunniang finished speaking, she noticed moisture on her neck.

Then, the little girl's voice sounded muffled: "Mother, little Guo Guo's mother... has gone to heaven."

Wang Chunniang's hand paused, and her heart suddenly thumped.

"Husband!" Wang Chunniang called Zhao Heng, and Lin Xiang heard the noise and ran out of the kitchen.

The more A Bao cried, the sadder she became. She held Wang Chun Niang's neck tightly and thought to herself, what if she lost her mother like Xiao Guo Guo?

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Wang Chunniang investigated and found that Jiang Ting's mother had indeed lost her breath.

"Xuan'er, go find Jiao Lizheng. At this time, they will not fail to help." Wang Chunniang told Zhao Xuandao. There must be arrangements for the funeral.

Lin Xiang had been following Wang Chunniang. When she saw Jiang Ting huddled on the chair with his legs in his arms, she slowly walked over and reached out to hug the little guy.

"Aunt Wang, this is the IOU." Jiang Ting slowed down and suddenly handed the piece of paper with the ink still wet to Wang Chunniang.

"After taking care of my mother's funeral affairs, I will leave. Your great kindness will be remembered by Jiang Ting."
Chapter completed!