"Hey... Moved! His fingers moved!" When Lin Ling was hanging her head, Ding Daimo burst into tears and laughed, and cried out happily while holding the child. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Really?" Lin Ling was overjoyed, and did not hesitate for a moment to confirm the fact that 'the child's fingers moved'.

"Great!" Seeing the child's heartbeat regained after his own artificial respiration move his fingers, Lin Ling's mood at the moment was beyond words.

"But, I don't have any milk to feed him..."Ding Daimo thought of this, and hot tears came out of her eyes again.

She was right, the child had to be fed immediately. However, even if his mother eats immediately, she can't quickly convert it into milk for him to eat! Lin Ling herself is still a big girl's family, so feeding her can't help. It would be nice if it was in 2012, and there was milk powder to deal with emergencies, but the problem is that it is not in modern times! This child is not yet a month old, and must drink breast milk. If he doesn't breastfeed, he still can't escape death.

What should I do? Even the first kiss was sacrificed, if I couldn't save it, wouldn't it be too unreasonable?

(Xiaoying: It's still the first kiss, and it's gone eight years earlier......

Yechen: Don't make trouble! That's business!

Lin Ling: ???????

Xiaoying: ...... ）

Ding Daimo has no milk, there are always other women in this village, right? Find someone with milk to nurse this child. Just ask someone for help, maybe it will be delayed.

Pregnant.

Lin Ling divided the remaining twenty pies into ten to Ding Daimo, and said, "You eat all these pies first, only when you are full, the child will have milk to eat." Now, I look for other people in the village, hoping to find someone to nurse my baby. ”

"Hmm. Girl, you saved our mother, son, mother and daughter, I really don't know how to thank you. Please bow down to me. Ding Daimo hugged Su Yunhe in her arms, held ten pies, and bent her knees to kneel down again.

"Don't pray any more! I'll go out and get someone to help, and you coax them. Lin Ling took the remaining ten pieces of bread in her hand, walked out of the room, and walked towards the rest of the village. She knew that this time she was going out, she was exposing herself to the crowd. The advanced age can quickly find her and capture her. Just like in Nanyang City, none of the villagers here can stop them. She only hoped that she would find her again when she was old enough to find someone to nurse the child.

This is the poverty of a village, not the poverty of Ding Daimo's family.

Lin Ling walked out of Ding Daimo's house and saw many villagers squatting on the ground looking at the moon. The oldest were lying on the ground dying, their lips dry and the skin on their faces as if they were about to crack. Adults and children, men, women and children, all together. Some were lying, some were sitting, some were asleep, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

Their clothes were in tatters, their faces dirty, and their eyes were dull, like the sun in a dark world. They face hunger for a long time, not overnight.

Some men were so hungry that they grabbed the dirt on the ground and ate it, even though it was uncomfortable for a long time, they had no choice; some women could even cut off the meat from their arms and cook it for their children to eat in order for their children to live; some children sucked their mother's blood alive and finally starved to death; as for those old people over 70 years old, they did not want to suffer the sin of starvation, so they resolutely chose to die. The dead man has no money to bury and no strength to dig a pit, so he can only let his body rot and stink somewhere.

What a miserable scene! Lin Ling 'chuckled' in her heart, and she hesitated. If these ten pies are taken out, will they kill each other in order to eat the pies and live?

The pie was wrapped in a piece of cloth, and Lin Ling secretly hid the pie in her wide sleeve. Believing that there is love in the world, she decided not to use pies as a condition for helping.

Slowly walking towards the villagers, Lin Ling heard the sound of conversation between them.

"Mother, what about Dad, didn't you say that Dadmy would come back to save us?"

"Wait for tomorrow, I'll be back tomorrow..."

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"Daddy... , am I... I'm going to die..."

"Silly boy, no..."

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"Mother... Mother, don't leave the child alone... Woohoo......"

"Kid... Mother... I'm sorry... You ......"

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"Son... , be strong ... , don't sleep.... Come, talk to Daddy......"

“… Father... Child... I'm so hungry......"

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Lin Ling's arrival made the villagers stand up, and everyone knew that this woman was not from Xinghua Village. Looking at Lin Ling's dress, everyone thinks that Lin Ling is a rich man, maybe there is something to eat. As a result, as long as they had the strength to run, those who could still run flocked to Lin Ling.

"Okay girl, give me something to eat!"

"Miss is okay, save us!"

"Sister... Can you give me something to eat?"

"Heroine, Bodhisattva, please, save my child..."

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Some children had sharp noses and smelled the smell of pies in Lin Ling's sleeves.

"There was a child who was not yet a month old and was in urgent need of milk, but her mother had not eaten for several days and had no milk. Whoever can go with me to feed the child, I'll give her a pie to eat. Lin Ling stood on a high place to prevent them from surrounding and grabbing. Take out the pie and say to the women in the village.

When they see food, they are happier than they are when they see money. When Lin Ling spoke, everyone came forward, and several of them rushed forward.

"I... I'm me, I'm going, I can breastfeed my baby. ”

"I'm going... I'll go. ”

"I'll go..."

"I have a lot of..."

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'Money can make ghosts grind!', now, Lin Ling believed.

Among the several women who rushed to help breastfeed, Lin Ling chose a fatter woman, who looked like she would have a lot of milk. Originally, her breasts were bigger than others, and Lin Ling specially called her over, hugged her, and took a sneak look.

"Okay, just go ahead. Turn left fifty meters over there, Ding Daimo's house. Give you two pies and feed the child!" Lin Ling took out the pies and distributed them to the chubby woman, and she gratefully went to Ding Daimo's house while eating.

Lin Ling strongly suspected that if she didn't divide the remaining eight pies, those people would snatch them, and they would!

There was no way, Lin Ling had no choice but to distribute the remaining eight pies to the children, mothers and the elderly who were more hungry. A piece of pie is divided into several smaller pieces and redistributed.

As soon as they found that Lin Ling had something to eat, this time everyone knelt in front of Lin Ling to eat. No matter how Lin Ling screamed, they didn't get up, they had to give them food.

"There really isn't any. Lin Ling emphasized again, but those people didn't believe it. A few men even approached Lin Ling step by step, and if she didn't hand over the food, they were going to flatten her posture.