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The boy is eleven or twelve years old, with a thin build. His gray cloth clothes are a bit white after washing, and his fair and tender skin shows that he is not the type who is used to farm work. However, he is also holding a basket in his hand, which is already filled with food.

I can have three or four kilograms of grain.

The boy's breathing was a little rapid and his face became paler. He was too hungry and hadn't eaten anything for several days.

When they reached a hillside, the boy's eyes flashed and he fell down.

Rolling down the slope, the food in the boy's basket was scattered all the way. The boy finally hit his head on a raised rock and fainted.

Liang Tiantian carried the basket and gradually moved away from everyone.

There is a lot of grain in this sorghum field, but it seems that no one has been there yet.

Liang Tiantian happily picked up the sorghum ears one by one, and his mood became better and better.

Suddenly a piece of sorghum ears appeared, as if someone had dropped them intentionally. Liang Tiantian thought to himself: Maybe the Turkic soldiers' food bag was leaking, otherwise how could there be so much food.

The cat crouched and hummed as he picked it up. The basket would soon be full.

Suddenly, a piece of gray clothes came into view.

Liang Tiantian exclaimed "Yeah", and a young man fainted to the ground with his head covered in blood.

Whose boy is this?

When Liang Tiantian looked at the big basket next to him, he immediately realized that all those sorghum ears were scattered in this young man's basket. No wonder there were so many of them.

Liang Tiantian took a breath and suddenly retracted his hand.

The young man was out of breath.

You can't be so unlucky!

"Hey, hey." Although he had died once, Liang Tiantian was still a little scared subconsciously.

"Hey, wake up." Liang Tiantian touched the carotid artery again.

Hey, it seems like he's not dead.

"Wake up, whose child are you?" Liang Tiantian confirmed that there was no such young man in his memory, and he probably wasn't from this village.

The boy opened his eyes in a daze, and at that moment, Liang Tiantian clearly saw the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

"Where am I?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if it was coming through layers of space barriers.

"You fainted in the field. You came here to pick up food, right?" Liang Tiantian knew that people who were unconscious would lose consciousness for a moment.

The boy looked along the sound, and what caught his eye was a young and tender face.

The boy's eyes narrowed and he exclaimed: "It's you!" He rolled his eyes and suddenly fainted.

Liang Tiantian was startled by the panic and unabashed joy in his voice.

Does this person know me?

Is there any error in Liang Tiantian's memory? God, he won't see that there is something wrong with him, right?

Liang Tiantian pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to do. But when he saw the wound on the boy's head, he suddenly felt soft. He couldn't just watch him bleed to death, right?

There was no suitable bandaging equipment at hand, so Liang Tiantian had no choice but to tear his clothes. But of course he couldn't tear his own clothes.

This boy, on the other hand, even wears a long gown when he goes out. Does he think he is a gentleman sitting in the restaurant?

Liang Tiantian unceremoniously tore off a strip of the boy's clothes, pressed the wound on his head and bandaged it twice.

"Tiantian, Tiantian..." Xiaohua's cry was heard in the distance. Liang Tiantian waved his hand, "Xiaohua, I'm here, let the eldest brother and the second brother come over."

After a while, several children came over.

Xiaohua and the others were shocked when they came closer and asked, "Oh my God, what's wrong with this person?"

"I rolled down the mountain and broke my head." Liang Tiantian pointed to a blood-stained stone next to him, "I guess my head hit it."

Liang Mandun exclaimed as soon as he saw it, "He lost so much blood, is he okay?"

Liang Tiantian shrugged, who knows.

"Then what should we do now?" Xiaohua has never encountered this kind of thing.

Qiuqiu shrank into her elder brother's arms, a little scared.

Liang Tiantian looked at the sky and saw that it was getting dark. He couldn't just leave this man here, otherwise he would probably die of illness if he wasn't picked up by a wild beast.

"Let's take it home." Liang Tiantian finally said.

The children looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally nodded.

"I'll carry it." Liang Mandun threw the bag in his hand to Liang Tiantian, and picked him up with the help of Xiaohua. "His, it's really heavy."

In fact, the boy was not heavy because he was thin and frail, but Liang Mandun was only an eight-year-old boy after all, so it was still very difficult to carry it on his back.

"Mancang, you carry the ball, and I'll carry the man." Liang Mancang saw his brother grinning and said quickly.

"It's okay, brother, I'll carry it first, and I'll switch to you later." It's not close to home, and he definitely can't carry it alone.

Liang Tiantian quickly picked up the bag containing the grain. Xiaohua said "Hey", "Tiantian, you picked up so much grain?" The basket was almost full.

"Where." Liang Tiantian picked up the boy's basket nearby, "I didn't know before. I thought the Turkic soldiers dropped so much food. It was the boy who dropped the feelings." As he said this, he took out the sorghum rice in his basket.

He put it back into the boy's basket. Liang Tiantian didn't covet him too much, and even put it into the boy's basket.

Judging from the boy's pale face, he must have been hungry for a long time, and his family's life may not be as good as theirs.

Along the way, they did not deliberately pick up food and choose the easy path. The two brothers Liang Mancang and Liang Mantun took turns carrying the boy on their backs. Even so, the two children were so tired that they were sweating profusely when they got home.

The boy was placed on the kang. He was still unconscious, but his breathing was still stable.

"Should we call a doctor?" Xiaohua looked worried.

Liang Tiantian touched the boy's head and shook his head, "I don't have any money in my hand, and I can't hire a doctor. Let's take a look first. I'll make some porridge for him." Now she felt that a penny was worth it.

The heroic man is in embarrassment.

There was nothing at home, except for a small amount of sorghum, and the most valuable thing was the pheasant. The pheasant was going to the market tomorrow to exchange for money, but Liang Tiantian thought about it and looked at the boy again, feeling a little hesitant for a moment.

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After the rice porridge was boiled, second brother Liang Mantun helped light the fire, and Liang Tiantian picked up the pheasant again.

"Little sister, do you want stewed chicken?" Liang Mandun's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "It's delicious, but it can be sold to people of all ages." Although he is greedy, he also knows that life at home is difficult.

Money is still needed.

"How much can it sell for?" Liang Tiantian really doesn't know much about currencies in this world.

"A rooster can be sold for two cents of silver, let alone this kind of game, which is even more valuable." Liang Mandun said confidently: "One catty of rice only costs ten cents, and two cents of silver can buy twenty catties of rice.

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Twenty pounds of rice?

Liang Tiantian was startled.

Sorghum is cheap, but rice is a fine grain and more expensive. I didn't expect that a rooster can be exchanged for two coins. In this way, even if a pheasant is exchanged for rice, it can be exchanged for a fortune.

Sell, must sell.
Chapter completed!