There are many people in the village who have difficulties at home, so they usually raise some chickens and ducks, and when there are guests or important things at home, they will kill one and eat it.

But now that everything was finished, all of them had been drowned by the flood, and they could not take anything other with them when they fled, but they could only carry as much of value as they could.

Everyone helped each other to reach the top of the mountain, and some people began to cry loudly, mixed with the cries of frightened children.

"Jin'er, can you still hold on?"

Mo Wenxuan took out a pack of steamed buns from his bag, which was specially made by Mo Mu last night, just in case, but I didn't expect it to be really used.

"It's fine!"

Su Yijin felt that her body was cold and hot for a while, thinking that she should have a fever, but looking at everyone's tired appearance, she could only pretend to be strong.

"This is steamed buns, you fill your stomach first, it may not be delicious, drink some water and eat a little to replenish some physical strength."

I don't know when the rescuers from above will arrive, and in this kind of weather, even if a helicopter is dispatched, it will be more troublesome to find. ”

Mo Wenxuan took out a steamed bun, after a night, it was already a little stiff, he took out another kettle from his bag, and the water in the kettle was still hot.

"Uncle and aunt, you eat!"

Su Yijin really doesn't have much appetite, she just wants to sleep now, but she knows that if she sleeps at this time, she may never wake up again.

"Jin'er, why are your hands so hot, it's not good, you have a fever!"

When Su Yijin handed the steamed bun in her hand to Mo Mu, the hands of the two touched it, and the temperature that was easy for ordinary people immediately made Mo Mu feel that something was wrong, she stretched out the book and touched Su Yijin's forehead, and sure enough, she had a fever.

"Xuan'er, what should I do, what should I do?"

Mo Mu is a bit of a master, they are on the run this time, and it is impossible to prepare any medicine, and in the village, if they are not seriously ill, no one will spend money to buy medicine.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll figure it out!"

Mo Wenxuan looked at the kettle in his hand, then looked at Su Yijin's appearance, suddenly bit his lip, took out a clean dress from his bag, and then poured warm water on the clothes little by little, waited until the clothes were wet, and then put the trial clothes on Su Yijin's head.

In this situation, even if you want to find herbs, it may not go very well, and the kettle in Mo Wenxuan's hand has become the last life-saving thing.

Mo Wenxuan has always known that Su Yijin's health is not good, and it will be more troublesome when she gets sick, so she must be cooled down as soon as possible.

There wasn't much water in the kettle, so after going back and forth two or three times, Mo Wenxuan couldn't pour a drop of water anymore, and Su Yijin's situation became more and more serious.

"Sister of the Mo family, this is our ancestral medicine, which specializes in treating typhoid fever, it just so happened that I came out to prepare some this time, you can take it and try it!"

Just when several people were at a loss, the old woman sitting on a reef moved over, and she was still holding a two- or three-year-old baby in her hand.

At this moment, the little baby is looking at everyone with a pair of big eyes, how cute and cute it looks.

"Big sister, thank you so much, you are really a lifesaver for our family!"

Mo Mu was so excited that she was about to kneel down, the people in the village are very simple, so the villagers will always help each other when there is something, but in this most difficult time, there are people who reach out to help, it can't help but be touched.