In Da'anfang near Anhuamen, there is a Fengji blacksmith shop next to Yong'an Canal.
Early the next morning, Blacksmith Feng, who was over forty but still strong, finished sweeping the thick snow in his small yard, rubbed his hands together, sighed, and entered the shop from the yard.
When Blacksmith Feng opened the door of the shop from the inside, he saw in the shed outside the door, next to the stove he had sealed yesterday, a boy of six or seven years old who was fairly well-dressed, curled up on his side, trembling a little, with his arms in his arms.
He was still holding a small bundle, his face was a little pale, his lips were a little purple, and he didn't know how long he had been frozen in the ice and snow.
A trace of pity flashed across Blacksmith Feng's dark face. He raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding snow. There was no one on the cold street. "The snow on the ground has no trace of being stepped on." Blacksmith Feng's thick eyebrows frowned.
Together.
After struggling for a while, Tiejiang Feng threw the door panel aside, stepped forward, and knelt down next to the boy. His calloused right hand came forward to feel the boy's breath.
"Still alive." Tiejiang Feng murmured in a low voice, then stretched out his hand to touch the child's forehead, which was a little hot. A trace of struggle flashed across Feng's eyes, and finally he sighed and reached out to gently hug the boy.
Get up, turn around and walk into the store.
After passing through the shop and walking into the clean backyard, Blacksmith Feng shouted to his wife who was busy talking about breakfast in the kitchen, "Mother Yun, come and take a look, hurry up! This child is dying!"
"What?" the woman in the kitchen asked doubtfully, but she quickly put down the rice-washing bowl in her hand, wiped her hands on her coarse cloth apron, and walked out quickly.
When Yun Niang saw the child in Tiejiang Feng's arms, she was startled at first, and then hurriedly urged Tiejiang Feng, "Quick! Take the child into the house quickly! It's cold outside."
Then he ducked into the back room, opened the bed that had just been made, and made it again. He asked Blacksmith Feng to put the child on the fire bed, and kept telling Blacksmith Feng, "Be careful.", "Be careful.", "
Slow down, you".
As soon as Tiejiang Feng put the child in his arms, Yun Niang stepped forward to feel the child's breath, took the child's pulse with one hand, and turned to urge her husband, "Hurry up and put two more braziers in the house.
The child is too cold to be clear. Light up the small stove for making medicine and make some ginger soup for the child. Go quickly!"
The more she checked the child's pulse, the deeper Yun Niang's eyebrows furrowed. She gently opened the child's chest, threw aside the small package that fell out of the child's arms, and carefully turned the boy over.
Come on, just touch the boy's back, and the boy's brows will frown and he will make a mosquito-like moan from his mouth.
Yun Niang's eyes were full of pity, she gently stroked the child's head, and coaxed softly, "Be good, it's okay. The pain will stop soon, be good."
She raised her head and said to her husband who was holding two braziers, "Third brother, bring me a basin of hot water, a clean towel, and the bottle of medicinal wine from the outhouse." After saying that, Yun Niang lightly
Qing asked the boy to lie face inward on the kang, stood up and took out a bottle of ointment from the box on top of the kang, and took out a pair of scissors.
Yun Niang knelt down next to the boy and gently took off the child's coat, revealing the blood-stained white undershirt underneath.
Blacksmith Feng soaked a towel in hot water and put it on a spoon. He took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his arms, came forward to take a look, and frowned and said, "Who is so hateful that he beats a child like this?"
Yun Niang shook her head lightly, her eyes full of heartache, she carefully cut open the child's underwear, reached out to take the wet towel handed over by Feng Blacksmith, and gently put it on the child's back, carefully watching the child's expression.
, seeing that the child just frowned slightly, Yun Niang breathed a sigh of relief.
Carefully wet the child's back, and gently and slowly lift off the clothes stuck to the back with blood. If you encounter any areas that are difficult to remove, apply some warm water.
After finally removing it below the waist, I found that part of the trousers seemed to be still stuck to the child's body.
Yun Niang carefully took off the child's pants and found that his buttocks were also covered in blood. The couple looked at each other in horror, not knowing how the child got to the door of their house.
The two of them carefully cut open the child's underpants and carefully peeled off the cloth that was stuck to the body. Yun Niang gently applied a layer of medicinal wine to the child's body, and then applied a layer of snow-white and fragrant liquid.
After applying the ointment, he stood up and took out a stack of white cloth from the box at the head of the kang. He asked Blacksmith Feng to help lift the child's body, and carefully wrapped the child's wound with white cloth. Finally, he carefully put a quilt on the child.
Seeing the little heads exposed, Yun Niang and Feng Tiejiang both breathed a sigh of relief.
After getting off the kang, on the table in front of the window, Yun Niang took a brush and dipped it in the ink sharpened by Feng Blacksmith. She quickly wrote down a recipe, dried the ink on it, and handed it to Feng Blacksmith, "Third Brother,
You go and get three pieces of medicine for this child first, so that the child can recover quickly." He said and looked lovingly at the little head lying on the kang.
"Yes." Tiejiang Feng took the prescription and stuffed it into his arms. He glanced at the little head on the kang, then turned around and went out to grab the medicine.
Yun Niang sat on the kang, supporting her body with one hand and stroking the child's frowning brow with the other. She kept thinking in her heart. Judging from the clothes of this child, she should be a child of a wealthy family, but how could this child have such a look on his body?
There were extensive scars from being beaten with a cane. Who would be so cruel to a six or seven-year-old child?
Under Yun Niang's gentle caress, the child's frown gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of Yun Niang's mouth.
Looking at the boy's pale but peaceful face with his eyes closed, Yun Niang couldn't help but think of her child who died young. Her bright eyes couldn't help but dim a bit, and her eye sockets were gradually filled with water vapor, tears, and scratches.
It passed over Yun Niang's cheek and dropped gently on the corner of the child's eye, followed the child's closed eyelids, crossed the bridge of the nose, and finally landed on the kang.
When Yun Niang came to her senses, the bed under the child's face was already wet.
Yun Niang quickly wiped away the tears on her face, then gently wiped off the tears on the child's face, and carefully repositioned the child's head.
Looking at the child's calm face with red eyes, stroking the child's face and black hair, Yun Niang couldn't help but think, could it be that God took pity on me because I cared so much about my son that he specially sent this child to me?
The love and compassion in her eyes couldn't help but become stronger, and her face exuded the brilliance of motherhood.
After watching it for a while, he reluctantly got up and went to the kitchen.
(This book is a bit slow to gain popularity. I suggest you gain some weight before reading it.)