Bai Fan looked up at the corner of the wall. There was a rag on a rag mat, and the small figure was placed on the rag.

This child looks at most eight years old. Although there are no obvious scars on his body, his sallow face and deep eye sockets are soaked that he looks like he is sick in the bed for a long time. When he looks at his figure, he is obviously skinny and bone-skinned!

Bai Fan quickly walked forward, took out the white bread from his arms and handed it to the little boy. The boy's originally dull eyes turned to Bai Fan, as if he had regained a trace of his spirit, and he moved the corners of his mouth very reluctantly. Bai Fan knew what it meant, and the child wanted to smile at him!

The girl who was slightly older behind her explained, "Xiao Qi couldn't eat by herself since the day before yesterday. In the past two days, the elder brother tried every means to make some black batter for him, but this morning he couldn't even eat this. His illness was so serious!

For this reason, the third sister and the younger sister had been crying for two hours. The two took turns to look at Xiaoqi, fearing that Xiaoqi would not wake up if a bad person was not good, especially Xiaoqi, who was her only brother!"

Bai Fan felt sad in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Huaimo, go find a bowl of hot water!"

Everyone was sad. When Bai Fan heard that he had a solution, someone immediately went to do it. Without Cheng Huaimo, Xiao Liu and Sanmei quickly went to the broken stove of the nest and got a dilapidated pottery jar. This was the hot water they burned on a daily basis. Today, they were preparing to soak the black batter for Xiao Qi.

Bai Fan tore the white flour cake as big as a palm in his hand into pieces and soaked it into a pottery jar.

The girl named Erjie stopped her and said, "No, we feed Xiaoqi in the morning, but every time we get to his mouth, it will flow out!"

Bai Fan didn't say anything. After feeling the right temperature of the water, he drank a small sip of white batter in the clay pot. He knelt down and lowered his head, pinched the sick child's mouth. In the incredible eyes of a group of children, he directly used his mouth to feed the chewed white batter!

Even if a little beggar is not terminally ill, he will definitely not brush his teeth and wash his face frequently, let alone where to brush his teeth in ancient times. It is said that only rich families brush their teeth with fine salt, but poor people don’t brush at all!

Besides, how many days has this child been bedridden? In the past, he used to eat leftovers to make a living. Although he didn’t eat in the past two days, he didn’t have to think about it. The smell in his mouth was so sour!

But Bai Fan didn't think of anything at this time. He didn't think of anything. He had only one idea in his mind, that is, to save the child. He looked only eight years old and should not suffer this kind of suffering!

As for finding a reason to tell why, maybe the hard-working smile on the corner of the boy's mouth touched Bai Fan!

Just like this, I almost fed half a bowl of it. When I felt that the other party couldn't eat it, Bai Fan stopped and handed the pot to the one named Xiaomei, indicating that she would eat the rest!

But the girl shook her head, and the meaning was very obvious. She wanted to keep the next meal and feed her brother herself!

"Little sister, don't do this. We still have a lot of white bread. Your brother can only eat fresh food in the future. You can't eat this until the night. You're almost done, don't waste it!"

After persuading several people on the side, the three girls and the younger sister ate the most of the can of white batter separately.

Bai Fan looked back at the disciples. There was still surprise in his eyes, but he admired more. In the past, he also admired his master's skills and methods. Today is different. He completely impressed by his master's character!

"For patients who have lost their ability to eat, using their mouths to help feed when they do not have particularly good nursing methods. Remember this, maybe you can use it when your family and elders are sick in the future!

Don't be surprised. I think if you told you that you could save him in this way, you would probably do this too!" Bai Fan responded to the situation and started his preaching again.

Cheng Huaimo and the others nodded, but then shook their heads. Cheng Huailiang said, "Master, we are not trying to ask you this, we are trying to ask you, did you steal food when you were feeding? We were still betting just now!"

What?

Bai Fan's face was covered in darkness in an instant, and what apprentice he had taken in!

When is this now? What a touching moment, a group of unreliable guys are still betting and playing?

Look, I won’t beat you to death!

He suddenly started to explode, kicked and scolded a bastard, thinking to himself, did you really have something to eat just now?

In the puzzled eyes of several little beggars, Bai Fan and the other two played for a while, and then Changsun Chong was sent out. Bai Fan explained: "Go and secretly invite Senior Brother Yuan to come here. This child's condition cannot be delayed!"

By the time Yuan Laodao quietly came to the courtyard with a medicine box on his back, it was already evening. Bai Fan and his men had already become familiar with several little beggars. It turned out that there were eleven of these little beggars, seven boys and four girls. The oldest boy was already sixteen years old, and the youngest was the one on the sickbed, who was already nine years old, but the long-term illness caused it to look less than eight years old.

Today, several people went to beg separately. The eldest and second brothers went together, the third and fourth brothers went together, the fifth and sixth brothers went together, and the remaining second sisters left to take care of the third sister who was only nine years old, the eight-year-old younger sister, and the sick Xiaoqi!

A group of children had no names, all of them were orphans left by the destruction of their families. There were many lonely and helpless children like them in the Tang Dynasty. A large part of them would voluntarily sell themselves as slaves because of their unsustainable life. Many women would voluntarily sell themselves as maids and maids, and more of them were even brothels and brothels. There was nothing in the world, but there was no shortage of human traffickers. Moreover, human traffickers' business was very easy to do, and they didn't need to design anti-trafficking. A stall of grain, silver and money, and there were people of all kinds and such crowds. It was simply too easy to make money!

These eleven children, older ones, don’t want to sell themselves as slaves, younger ones, even others don’t want them, so they can only rely on each other for life.

Old Yuan carefully took Xiaoqi's pulse in the nervous and concerned eyes of a group of children. The so-called medical and martial arts are not separated. Old Yuan is good at practicing martial arts and practicing Taoism, and his medical skills are naturally not bad. But soon after, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Looking at his expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to tell the true condition, so he could only signal to Bai Fan slightly.

Just at this moment, the older children who were going out to beg came back. When they saw that there were many people surrounding Xiaoqi, they immediately rushed forward.

After some explanation, the few people realized that they had met a good person, not only good people among the people, but also helped to invite good Taoist priests from Taoist temples to treat their illness. It seems that Xiaoqi is lucky and everyone is very happy!

But the little beggar who was the leader called the eldest brother frowned, as if he was recalling something. Suddenly he thought of something, and pulled Yuan Laodao's arm and asked anxiously, "You, are you the immortal Yuan?"

Master Yuan was stunned. Why did the little beggar know him?

Bai Fan teased, "Senior Brother, I didn't expect you to be quite famous. Even this child knows you?"

"Aren't you a child?" Old Yuan smiled.

"Sir, senior brother? Then, you are the white guy?" the boy said anxiously.

Bai Fan was also stunned, "Oh, how do you know me? You must know that I am not as famous as Senior Brother Yuan!"

The boy immediately knelt down and kowtowed, crying and shouting, "Mr., I finally met my husband again. Last winter, you came out for dinner at Wangjinglou. When you saw that several of us beggars were still begging outside in winter, they gave each of us a hanging of money. Do you remember?

If it weren't for the money that my benefactor would have been frozen to death in winter!"
Chapter completed!