As soon as the room was quiet, Feng Hua quickly put down the small joint camp and squatted on the ground, and checked it with her superficial medical skills, she was not dead yet, and she should not be dead.

The bench He Baolai picked up was just a small wooden maza, and it was only the stool leg that hit Zhou Yafen's head, and the wound on her head was more like a scratch than a smash.

But to be on the safe side, Feng Hua took out a bottle of milk from his satchel and poured it into her.

Zhou Yafen was a little stunned, and maybe she hadn't eaten for a day, so she drank the milk in a daze, and when she woke up, she didn't know what she had drunk.

He Bao came to see that the person woke up, and breathed a sigh of relief, and the bench fell to the ground. He didn't have the heart to fight Yan Lang anymore, so he opened the door and ran out.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Mrs. He and Liu Hongye both surrounded them, and He Baolai pushed the two of them up the stairs and slammed the door shut. He was a little frightened, if he was going to kill someone..... And now we don't know whether people will die or not! Some people survive for days after being beaten...... What to do?

And even if he doesn't die, he is disabled and sick, he doesn't care if he asks for money! Yes, he didn't! If you want money, you can go to Yan Lang! Anyway, he has money, and if he doesn't work every day, he can still buy this and that for the dead child at a high price. I don't know how much money his family has and where it is hidden.....

Downstairs, Mrs. He and Liu Hongye looked into the house, Zhou Yafen was sitting on the ground with a bloody face, and when they looked at He Baolai's reaction, they knew that he had beaten him. The two glanced at each other, quickly pulled out the four children who were cowering in the corner of the house, and quickly went upstairs.

"You, are you alright?" Yan Lang looked at Zhou Yafen with a nervous and tangled expression.

Feng Hua saw that her eyes were clear, it should be no problem, so he took out a clean handkerchief from her bag and asked her to hold down her forehead, then pushed the person to Yan Lang, and went to bed to see the small joint camp.

The little joint venture was already frightened, staring at his big eyes in horror, if he hadn't drunk some diluted space water just now, he would have fainted.

Feng Hua took the bottle he drank empty and shook it, pretending that there was still a little foundation in it, and fed him a few more sips, and the face of the little joint venture eased.

And Yan Lang stiffened, looking at Zhou Yafen who was pushed in his arms a little helplessly: "This, this ....." is not suitable for putting it on the ground, and it is not suitable for holding it on the bed, it is even more inappropriate to hug it like this!

Zhou Yafen was also awkward, took a deep breath, and sat up by herself.

Feng Hua put down the small joint camp again, walked over and pulled Zhou Yafen up and put him on another bed. Yan Lang breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to see his son.

"Dad~" the little joint venture called.

"Hey!" Seeing that his son's eyes were shining again, and he could call him dad again, Yan Lang's tears fell suddenly, and suddenly his heart trembled again, wouldn't this be a return to the light......

Yan Lang nervously hugged Yan Heying and didn't dare to let go, for fear that this moment would be goodbye.

Feng Hua glanced at the two of them who were in deep love with father and son, and took a few eggs to the kitchen. Space well water is a cure for diseases, not for hunger, it can make people forget about hunger for a while, but they just forget, and they will still have a stomachache after eating nothing "medicinal strength".

Counting the Yan family and the He family in this shikumen, there are now a total of seven families living in it, and everyone shares a kitchen. In the kitchen, there are people who build stoves, and people who support stoves, one for each family.

The other five families all sent representatives out to watch in the patio, watching Feng Hua come down from the upper floor, looking at her inexplicably.

Seeing the egg in her hand, the old lady's eyes lit up when she first spoke, and she came over and asked, "Are you a friend of the Yan family?" "Feng Hua can't make friends with Yan Lang at this age, and this "Xiaokai" (rich man) must be a friend of the Yan family.

In the past two years, there have been old friends of the Yan family who have come to Yan Lang, and they don't know what to talk about, but there is an endless stream of people, and they have seen a lot.

Feng Hua smiled and didn't answer her question, but asked, "Grandma, which one is the Yan family's stove?" ”

The old lady looked at the eggs in her hand, pursed her lips, reluctantly pointed her to the place, and continued to ask, "So many eggs, let me have a few?" I'll pay! The old lady gritted her teeth: "How about 1 cent?" ”

Feng Hua looked at her: "This egg is used by Yanhe to save lives, how can Grandma eat it?" ”

It's so ugly, how can she take it! The old lady's face trembled, and she turned around and walked away with a grunt.

The kitchen was quiet, and the old lady went out and muttered a few words to the others, glancing back at Bai Fenghua from time to time. Feng Hua took out the Yan family's pots and pans, steamed a few egg custards, and put a little bit of space well water.

Yan Heying is still young, and his body is weak, and no matter how much he drinks, he is afraid that he will not be able to digest it.

A few minutes later, the egg custard was steamed, and Feng Hua went upstairs with wolf-like eyes.

"Sandpit! A Vajra~" The old lady looked at Feng Hua's back and scolded in a low voice. Shanghai dialect, to describe a person stingy, it is called "sand pit", this person is called "pit", if this person is too stingy and stingy, then he is "King Kongsha", "sand pit" in the best.

Feng Hua suddenly turned his head and glanced at her. I don't know who "Vajra" is, she wants to buy eggs with a market price of one or two yuan for a dime, and she buys the current thing at the price of two years ago, why doesn't she buy it at the price of her previous life.

Shanghai is currently the richest city in the country, and according to statistics, most of China's industrial output value and wealth are concentrated here. There are many rich people, and there are many people who eat fixed interest and old books, and the price of goods is naturally high. It depends on fate that one or two pieces of an egg can be bought, and if you meet someone who is not bad for money, it is possible for people to give three or five yuan.

The old lady made eye contact with Feng Hua, her heart trembled, and she quickly lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at Feng Hua again.

Feng Hua entered the house, filled a small bowl of egg custard and handed it to Yan Lang, Yan Lang found that Feng Hua not only went out, but even made the egg custard.

"Thank you." Yan Lang took the bowl with red eyes, held the child in one hand, and carefully fed him with the other.

The little affiliate was really hungry and devoured it. Yan Lang usually changes back the rice porridge, but he can drink three small bowls a day, thin, and half of the egg custard. Any child who eats this every day will be weak, not to mention that he was already weak because of dystocia when he was born.

"I, when will I go with you?" Yan Lang suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Hua and asked, his eyes full of seriousness and gratitude. Now don't talk about cooking for Feng Hua, it's just cooking cattle and horses for Feng Hua, as long as his son can eat enough, he is willing to do anything.

"I want to leave Shanghai and go to my hometown." Feng Hua said.

Yan Lang only hesitated for a second, then immediately nodded. It's great to be able to leave Shanghai and leave the He family, who are like maggots on tarsal bones and vicious as vicious.