Wen Luming looked at the slum one by one, and suddenly saw a mother and son in a dilapidated shanty less than two meters wide, the child was only a few months old, but he was already skinny, his hair was thin, and he was crying weakly.

His mother hugged him and stuffed the **** into his mouth, but the shriveled breasts couldn't squeeze out a little milk, and the child sucked hard, but couldn't suck anything, so he spit out the ****, crying like a kitten, dying.

The mother, who was already thin herself, tears were dripping down her eyes, her eyes were red from crying, and she was desperately squeezing her breasts with one hand, so that she could not milk her milk even if her skin was torn.

It seems that he is not full of food and has no milk to feed his child. The mother tried hard for a long time, but to no avail, she could only hold the poor child and cry bitterly.

Wen Luming felt very uncomfortable in her heart, she was also a mother, and she couldn't see her children suffering the most. She remembered that in her cave house, the milk powder she had collected before was not given to Wen Tiandao to eat, and now she could give it to this little baby who had no milk to drink.

They also need some clothes, diapers, and things like that.

Wen Luming took out some of the things they needed from his cave and put them in a bag, intending to send them to the poor mother and son.

She packed a large package, and wanted to carry it like this, but it was too conspicuous, so she might as well take it out when she got there.

She took an umbrella from home, added a spiritual barrier to the umbrella to block the sun's ultraviolet rays, and went out.

When they arrived at the place where the mother and son lived, they were still crying lowly. Wen Luming pushed open the wooden door that was about to fall apart with rags, and the sad mother looked up at her, but said nothing.

Wen Luming walked over, took out the bag, put it next to the woman, and said, "This is for you." She took out another can of milk powder and "made the milk powder for him to drink." ”

The woman's eyes were staring at the can of milk powder all of a sudden, eager to grab it immediately. But after thinking for a while, she hugged the child in her arms tighter and looked at Wen Luming vigilantly, "I don't have anything, I can't afford it." ”

"You can starve, and your son will die if he has nothing to eat." Wen Luming knew that if he gave something to others for no reason, he would definitely be suspected of ulterior motives. But she really didn't want anything out of them.

The woman hesitated, knowing that she had nothing, and that she couldn't find them even if others wanted to plan anything.

So she took the can of milk powder, put the child on what looked like a futon, and tried to find boiling water to make the milk powder, but found that her house was surrounded by walls, except for the bed on the ground.

She was deflated again, stood dumbfounded, tears fell one by one, and her hoarse voice was full of despair: "You see, I don't even have a feeding bottle, and I don't have water, even if I have milk powder, the child can't eat it." ”

Wen Luming took out a brand-new baby bottle from the package and a thermos kettle. Put your hands on the mouth of the bottle and the kettle, and the water will fill the bottle and kettle in no time.

She rinsed the containers and used her ability to send out boiling water and fill the thermos flask. Wen Luming took the milk powder in the woman's hand, scooped out a few spoons into the bottle, and then sent out a jet of water into the bottle, stirred it, and waited for it to cool to a suitable temperature.

As soon as the woman saw Wen Luming's actions, she immediately knelt down excitedly towards Wen Luming, bowed her head and lay on the ground and cried, "Woo, we are the only ones left in our family and my son!" I fled here, I can't do anything, I can still starve! But my child has not had milk for several days! Thank you for your great kindness! You are our Bodhisattva......"

Wen Luming wanted to pull her up, but she was lying there, crying uncontrollably, and Wen Luming couldn't pull her up. It seems to be venting, venting all the horror and sorrow of these days.

Smelling the deer and letting her vent it out slowly. She took out another small bowl, put out a little cold boiled water, picked up the thin child, and gave him a little water to drink first.

The poor little child, who has no weight at all when he is held, is skinny, and is a little thrilling to the touch, and he is afraid that if he is moved, he will immediately lose his breath.

Wen Luming carefully fed him the water, he was obviously hungry, as soon as his lips touched the water, he immediately used the little strength he had left to drink the water, and the little matchstick was like a little finger that knew how to hold on to the edge of the bowl.

He drank most of the bowl of water before stopping, and Wen Luming looked a little sad.

The woman finally had enough of crying, got up from the ground, touched the tears on her face, took the child, and said, "Thank you!" Thank you! Kind young lady! Just let me feed him myself, you sit ......."

She saw that she didn't have anything to sit on Wen Luming, so she smiled at her awkwardly.

Wen Luming filled the bowl with water again and let her drink. The woman drank two sips and stopped drinking, Wen Luming looked at her suspiciously, and smiled: "I save some drink." ”

She held her son in her arms and kept her eyes fixed on the bottle. Wen Luming handed her the bottle, she took it gratefully, and understood that Wen Luming had no malicious intentions, what else could she make others plan besides herself and her son? She is just an ordinary person, and she is so thin that she can't even do physical work, let alone her son, and now at this time, children are really a burden.

She was very grateful for Wen Luming's kindness, and only thought that if she could survive in the future, she would definitely repay her benefactor. She held the warm bottle and waited for it to cool.

Her son finally had something to eat, and she had the leisure to talk to Wen Luming. She saw that Wen Luming was pampered all over her body, and combined with the water system ability she had just used, she understood that Wen Luming must be a person with an ability and could support herself.

The gratitude in my heart is more, the current human race is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the first class is the person in charge of the base, they can decide the affairs of the base and manage everyone; The second class is the supernatural, who has the ability to go out or work in the base, and can support himself and his family; The third class is ordinary people, who can only sell their labor and barely support themselves; The fourth class is the old, weak, sick and disabled who have no labor force.

In the last days, the strong are respected, and those with big fists speak to be useful. The morality and ethics before the end of the world have been crumbling, people with abilities look down on ordinary people, many people with abilities think that they are the chosen ones, so they have abilities and can survive in the last days, while ordinary people without abilities are already eliminated people, survival of the fittest, and they are no longer qualified to survive.

This point of view is tacitly accepted by many abilities and bases, so in other bases, the abilities kill ordinary people, kill them, and they will not be punished, because compared to the abilities who can kill zombies, ordinary people are nothing at all, they are inferior people who can be sacrificed at will.