Under the bright moonlight, Song Xixi took out the anti-inflammatory potion from the system and applied medicine to Song Qingqing's wound.
Seeing the potion appearing out of thin air, everyone consciously attributed its origin to their ancestors.
When they learned that there was only a small bottle of potion, they didn't even dare to take it and take a look, for fear that it would be lost if they accidentally dropped it.
"Little sister, thank you." A wave of coolness came from the originally stinging wound, Song Qingqing's face looked much better, and she sincerely thanked Song Xixi.
Song Xixi shook her head and warned: "Be careful these two days, don't touch the wound with your hands, and don't touch the wound with water. If the wound is hot, swollen and painful, you must tell it."
Song Qingqing is not a real child and knows how to recover from injuries. Song Xixi also knew this at a young age, and she subconsciously thought it was from the ancestor religion.
Others thought so too, so they didn't ask her how she knew.
After being separated for several days, the family finally reunited and there was so much to talk about.
Without waiting for Zhang Xiaomei to ask, Song Cai happily told all the experiences the four of them had experienced recently.
When they heard that they met a group of cannibal villains on the second day of their departure, they were defeated by Song Xixi. Zhang Xiaomei and others all clapped their hands and praised Song Xixi for doing a good job.
Revenge!
The eyes of the few little guys even shone. From then on, Song Xixi became the object of their admiration, and her status far surpassed that of Song Wufu, the head of the family.
Compared with the thrilling experiences of Song Xixi and the others, the experiences of Zhang Xiaomei and the others seemed much duller.
Due to the large number of people in Songjiaao and their unity, they walked in a large and mighty group on the road, and other victims who were traveling with them did not dare to challenge them. The incident of grabbing water and food did not happen to them.
But with more people gathering together, it became more difficult to find food and drink. Not only did conflicts break out with other victims, but they also had several internal quarrels, which were finally calmed down by the powerful old village chief.
In addition, there were two elderly people in the village who were nearly sixty years old and fell on the roadside and never woke up;
A baby who was only three months old could not survive and died in his mother's arms;
There was a young man who couldn't see hope, so he cried and shouted and hit his head on a stone, blood splattered all over the floor...
Song Xixi listened quietly, feeling more deeply about the cruelty of drought.
Compared with those victims who wanted to live but died in despair, she suddenly felt that she did not need to worry about not being loved by her parents in her previous life.
No one stipulates that parents must love their children. These two people did not treat her materially, nor did they hold back her education. After all, she grew up healthy and safe, with an independent personality. These two people have fulfilled their responsibilities.
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But she has never experienced setbacks. She has been depressed for twenty years because of the so-called father's love and mother's love, and her brain is simply stuck in the door!
Slowly exhaling the depression in her chest, Song Xixi's mind suddenly became clearer. She urged 001 for the first time: [You haven't released new tasks for two days in a row. This is a waste of my time and life!]
001 was extremely surprised: [Host, are you finally going to stand up? 】
Song Xixi's lips curled up into a smile, and she admitted generously: "Yes, in my previous life, I wasted a lot of time just eating and waiting to die. I wasted a lot of my youth. Of course I have to do something meaningful in my next life.
It’s not a waste of time for you to come to this world.”
001 rubbed his hands together excitedly: [Great host, you will definitely be able to complete the mission, become a living divine farmer, and leave your name in history!]
Song Xixi smiled but said nothing.
Shennong's reputation and her reputation in history are all false. What she values most is the various high-quality seeds in the system mall.
Once these seeds are exchanged into reality, even if they cannot solve all famines, they can still save countless lives.
In the future, if there are fewer people starving, there will naturally be fewer people fleeing famine. The tragedy of the tragic death of the original owner and others may never happen again.
However, the tasks issued by the system are very random and need to be combined with the current situation of the host. There are currently no tasks for Song Xixi to complete.
The family chatted for a long time, until the moon reached the zenith and Song Niannian and the others fell asleep in the arms of their parents. Then everyone ended the conversation and carried them back to the city gate.
There was a fixed gathering place in Song Jia'ao. At this time, most people fell into a deep sleep. There were only two men sitting not far away chatting. They were alert from time to time to prevent crazy people from stealing children.
Seeing that the Song family was back, the two of them greeted them across the crowd: "Uncle Wufu, you are back."
Song Jin, Song Yin, Song Wufu, and Zhang Xiaomei discussed it, and after getting the approval of the two elders, they walked over and asked the two men to rest, and their brothers would guard them in the middle of the night.
The two men were not polite to their brothers, and stood up with a smile: "Okay, you two brothers should work harder tonight. Tomorrow the old village chief will arrange for others to keep watch."
Song Wufu heard this and asked, "How long are you going to stay here?"
One of the men replied: "The old village chief said that after traveling for almost a month, everyone is very tired. There happens to be someone who stutters here, and everyone wants to stay a few more days and have a good rest."
Another said optimistically: "Lucheng is a geomantic treasure. Maybe in two days the government will be willing to open the city gates to take in the victims. In this way, we don't have to risk our lives to escape."
Song Wufu waved his hand and told them to go and rest quickly, but his brows furrowed.
After the two men left, Song Cai asked: "Dad, do you disagree with the old village chief's decision?"
Song Wufu nodded: "Originally the village chief wanted to take everyone to Huai'an Mansion, but now he wants to stay in Lucheng. It's just that Lucheng has also been affected by the drought, and it is unlikely that the city gate will be opened to take us in.
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In his opinion, while the other victims were stopping here, Song Jia'ao happened to be on their way and missed them, so it would be easier to find food and water on the way.
Song Xixi on the side nodded secretly. If Lucheng wanted to take in the victims, it would have opened the city gates long ago. No matter how bad the situation was, it would have helped the victims instead of not having any rescue measures like now.
"If you don't agree, don't say it in front of others, or you'll make others look down upon you."
Zhang Xiaomei had been staying with the villagers and could tell a thing or two about what most people were thinking. She was afraid that Song Wufu would do something thankless, so she quickly reminded her.
Song Wufu agreed, but decided to go to the village chief and a few elders to talk to him early tomorrow morning.