Ah Jiu's jaw dropped suddenly, and his eyes looked at Wang without blinking.

"Sister Ah Jiu, you're here, come in and sit down."

It wasn't until the little girl tugged on Ah Jiu's arm that she came back to her senses.

The footsteps were a little heavy, and the girl was dragged into the hall.

A gloomy aura rushed towards him, and only then did he find that the doors and windows of the house were all sealed.

"Sister Ah Jiu, sit down." The little girl brought a stool and wiped it with her sleeve.

Ah Jiu looked at the furnishings of this room, and there was only one word: poor. It's even more dilapidated than her home in Xinghua Village.

But there are a lot of iron tools at home, and even the chair legs are made of iron.

The little girl stood straight in front of Ah Jiu and lowered her head: "There is nothing to eat at home, there is no water, and there is nothing to take out to entertain Sister Jiu'er." ”

Ah Jiuyi's heart hurt when she heard this, and the sensible girl: "It's okay, no one has much water at this time." ”

"It rained a while ago, and I ...... I picked up some, but I scrubbed my aunt's body. ”

"Wipe your body, you are very filial, na, Sister gave you a good thing, you can't tell others."

Ah Jiu really couldn't help but take out a pomegranate from the space.

The little girl looked at the round pomegranate with an extra layer of light in her eyes, who knew that she turned around and ran into the side room:

"A-Niang, Sister Jiu'er gave me a pomegranate, A-Niang, I'll peel it for you to eat."

Ah Jiu looked at Wang, who pretended that nothing had happened and turned his back, as if to say: You can do it yourself, the opportunity is given to you.

Ah Jiu understood what grandma meant, and she got up and entered the room.

As soon as she entered, she was stunned.

Is it a person lying on the bed?

There are many ulcers on the body, the hair is so thin that you can see the scalp, and the man is also shriveled and emaciated, no, it can't be described as emaciated, it's a skeleton.

Is this what that kind of mild illness looks like?

"Niang Hui'er helped you up, this is Sister Ah Jiu, she was kind enough to let me exchange our knives for food, and Hui'er planted it today."

Hui'er looked very happy, and she held the skeleton up.

The woman looked back at Ah Jiu, and as soon as the corners of her dry mouth were torn apart, Ah Jiu was frightened.

Where is the face that still looks like a living person, there is only skin and bones left, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, the cheekbones are particularly abrupt, and the eyes are very red.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" It felt extremely difficult to say two words out of her mouth.

Ah Jiu felt that she was going to die.

She didn't understand the cause of this disease, she didn't have anything to do, so she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Just look at it, anyway, if you don't die, if you can't be cured, you will live?" As soon as Wang's words came out, Ah Jiu stopped.

Holding on to the door frame, he turned around and looked at this thin Hui'er Niang, who couldn't distinguish the gender, and pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled:

"Auntie, don't worry, Hui'er is a very sensible child, and my mother likes the knife very much, if there is anyone in need, the villagers will not stand idly by."

"Yes, mother, Lord Li Zheng sees that I am small and hard to farm, and he is still looking for someone to help me, we will have a harvest next year, and we will never be hungry again."

The smile on Hui'er's face was exceptionally clean.

But in Jiu'er's eyes, can her mother live until there is a harvest?

There is a voice knocking on her Meng Jiu'er, try it, grandma is right, try it to know if it works.

Didn't she still have a book on the acupuncture of the Eight Methods of the Spirit Turtle that she hadn't read? If God has the virtue of a good life, there is hope in this book that there is a cure for fever.

"Whew!"

Hui'er and her mother suddenly spit out, and a mouthful of pomegranate juice was like blood.

Ah Jiu stepped forward and patted her on the back: "Auntie, this is choking." ”

Hui'er smiled and said, "My aunt can't eat anymore, but it's good to taste this pomegranate in her mouth, she hasn't eaten such a delicious thing for a long time." ”

Ah Jiuyi listened, can't eat? This Hui'er is just for her to taste the taste.

"A-Niang, do you want to try it again?" Hui'er peeled a lot of pomegranates and handed them over, and lifted her sleeve with one hand to wipe the pomegranate juice from the corners of her mother's mouth.

The woman lay down weakly, waved her hand, and said the words with great difficulty: "Hui...... Hui'er, don't eat, mother...... Mother eats it, spoiled. ”

Ah Jiu saw it in his eyes and felt very distressed.

"Auntie, why don't I give you a few stitches?" She gritted her teeth, at least she knew the most about ear acupuncture, and she knew where the reflex zone of the stomach was.