In the courtyard of the mud house that is not too dilapidated.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing."

Cheng Ruoshui followed behind Li Changjing, tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "There is a big snail in the corner of the yard, can you accompany me to see it?" ”

"Don't bother me." Li Changjing glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then began to bury his head in cleaning the window again, "I have to do a good job of cleaning before my mother comes back, otherwise she will rush to do it again." ”

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing." Cheng Ruoshui ran in from outside in black.

"Where did you get so dirty again?" Li Changjing glared at her, "Go get the water scoop." ”

Cheng Ruoshui walked to the side, picked up the water scoop, put it on his head like a hat, and ran back with a smile.

He dragged her to the well, fetched a bucket of water from underneath, wiped her with a towel, and then began to pour water on her head, gently rubbing her hair.

"It's so cool." Cheng Ruoshui squatted on the ground and covered his eyes with his hands. What she likes the most is this cool feeling.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing."

After drying his hair, Cheng Ruoshui moved a small bench out of the house, and sat down on it.

Li Changjing had no choice but to take out the wooden comb from his mother's room, stand behind him, and begin to comb her hair over and over again.

But Cheng Ruoshui is always restless, either twisting his body or shaking his head, he has to scold him twice, so he will be honest, and then shake his feet, humming a tune that he heard from nowhere, happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing, can I help you sweep the floor?"

"Not you." Li Changjing snatched the broom in her hand and swept it up to herself, "You go outside to play, I'll wash the rice and cook later, and then you can come back." ”

"Then when I first came, why were you willing to let me do the housework?" Cheng Ruoshui looked puzzled.

Li Changjing, who was still born with divine power at that time, although he was sweating profusely from the heat, he still picked her up and said with a smile: "I was ignorant before, and I don't need you to work as hard as before in the future." ”

"Then when will my mother come back?"

"Estimated...... It's going to be a little later. Li Changjing glanced at the direction outside the door and said softly: "Dad has left, my mother has to go out to work every day, and she comes back very late, we have to try to do a little more housework to keep her from being too tired." ”

Cheng Ruoshui nodded heavily: "Hmm!"

That winter, the woman who originally had a wonderful figure couldn't afford to get sick, and her face was naturally dry and ugly.

In the evening, there was a sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, but the smell was spicy and slightly bitter, and it was obviously a little burnt.

Li Changjing stood by the stove, sweating profusely and frying vegetables, and his mouth was broken: "It must be fried better, it must be!" Otherwise, my mother will lose her appetite again......"

At the door, Cheng Ruoshui entered the house, ran all the way to the woman's bedside, and said softly: "Mother, I went to the temple to ask for the Bodhisattva, and I wish you to get better soon." ”

The sallow-faced woman struggled to squeeze out a smile and said softly: "Good, my mother doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

The whole body is pockmarked, and Cheng Ruoshui, who is not likable at all, said happily: "Mother, it turns out that it is useful to ask for Bodhisattvas!" As she spoke, she put her mother's hand back into the futon and gently smoothed it.

The woman stared at the ugly girl in front of her, and listened to the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, her heart was sad and bitter, and she muttered to herself: "God is really unfair, why do you want two such good children to suffer?" ”

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"Bang-"

As soon as the night fell, there was a sound of glass breaking in the kitchen.

"Shui'er, why did you break the bowl again!"

Li Changjing hurriedly cleaned up the debris on the ground, and said to him: "You have to hide it quickly, there is not much left in our house, if my mother sees it, I will sigh again." ”

Cheng Ruoshui stood next to him with a rag, tears rolling in his eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Jing, I just want to help you wipe the cupboard......"

"Don't cry." Li Changjing bent down and touched her little face, which was still full of pockmarks: "The bowl is worthless, and it can't be exchanged for medicine if you sell it, it's okay." ”

In the winter of the third year after my mother's death, the wind howled.

Late that night, Li Changjing held his child daughter-in-law, knelt in front of a pharmacy in the town, and kowtowed vigorously, "Okay, my sister is sick, very serious, please prescribe some medicine for her." ”

There was a guy standing at the door of the pharmacy, and he scolded Li Changjing, who was kneeling in the snow: "Get away, come every day, it's the fifth day, what about you and the charity I opened?" ”

Li Changjing held back his tears, and begged bitterly: "Please, my father and mother are gone, I only have water left, please save her!" ”

The medicinal herb guy picked up a snowball from the ground, hit Li Changjing in the face, and sneered: "Just your ugly child daughter-in-law, it's better to die, so you don't have to run out and be scared." ”

Li Changjing, who was just a half-grown child, knelt for a day, and still didn't get medicine in the end, he hugged Cheng Ruoshui, who was dependent on each other, and passed out in the snow.

In the end, it was the woman named Liu Jia who sandwiched them under her ribs and carried them home step by step.

In the end, the two children survived the winter.

The lame boy carved out a medicinal field at the foot of the West Mountain alone, vowing to grow the most useful and valuable medicinal herbs in the world.