When Fang Yi found the child, the child who gave birth was being examined, he was sitting outside the door, and his daughter-in-law was accompanying the child inside.

"Fang Yi, I'm really bothering you today!" Shengzi said with red eyes and a tired face.

"Whatever you say, it's all from one village, it's nothing. How is the child? Fang Yi asked.

Although the son in front of him is only one year younger than Fang Yi, the hardships of life make him look like a person in his fifties.

His hair was unkempt, and if it was artemisia in autumn, his face was full of fine wrinkles, his skin was like dead bark, and he had long lost its luster, and his big hands were full of calluses. There's still a little bit of a man in his thirties.

Shengzi let out a long sigh before speaking: "The doctor in the county said that it can't be cured, let me come to the city to see ......"

As he was saying this, a doctor came out and called the son in. Fang Yi sat down on the bench at the door and waited.

About half an hour later, the son walked out with the child in his arms, followed by the skinny daughter-in-law who kept wiping her tears.

After the daughter-in-law sat down, she took the child from the hands of her son, hugged her son and forcibly did not cry, but the tears fell on the floor of the hospital corridor like beads with broken threads.

A few minutes later, a male doctor walked out and came to Shengzi: "You don't have to think about it anymore, the operation fee is only 10,000 yuan." 10,000 yuan can save the child's life. ”

Shengzi was silent for a moment and then said: "Doctor, we are no longer cured, we treated the child before, and the family can no longer open the pot, and we owe a famine, which is 10,000 yuan...... It's better for us to have another one. ”

After listening to the words of the child's daughter-in-law, she could no longer suppress the grief in her heart, and cried loudly, which made people's hearts twist like a knife.

Fang Yi didn't feel good in his heart, the doctor sighed, and turned around and left silently.

"Give birth to a child, why don't you find a way to find the village chief? The child can't go untreated! Fang Yigui persuaded.

"What else can I do, I borrow everything I can in the village, I only earn two or three thousand yuan a year from the beginning to the end of the field, and now I still owe more than five thousand yuan to the village, I really can't help it......," Shengzi said and squatted down, holding his head with his hands and crying.

Fang Yi was also silent, he did have some money in his hand, the 50,000 yuan given by Sister Lan and her family before was still lying in the bank account, this money can be used to save the child, as for other money...... His money is not blown by the wind, and he has to leave some living expenses, which is called doing what he can.

Fang Yi sent his son and family of three home, and when he got home, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, lying on the bed tossing and turning, and he felt that he had to do something.

Early the next morning, Fang Yi told his father about the birth of his son.

"Dad, I want to give 50,000 yuan to my son's family and let him save the emergency." After Fang Yi washed, he wiped his face with a towel in his hand and said.

Fang Yi understood that it was said that he would get 50,000 yuan for the child, but it was actually similar to a donation, and with the current situation of the child's family, the money would not be repaid.

He grew up in the village, and the older generation in the village often said: windfalls, you can't keep them, keep them and keep them to keep them. This means that windfalls obtained by accident should not always be held in hand, but should be spread out to avoid disasters.

The 50,000 yuan was not earned by Fang Yi with his ability, it was a small windfall, and he took it all out at once, and it was fake to say that he was not heartbroken, but if he didn't let go of Fang Yi and was worried that something would happen sooner or later, this time he took out the money and used it to give birth to his son's family, which was regarded as accumulating some yin virtue for himself.

After Fang Youcai heard Fang Yi finish speaking, he didn't squeak, took out a big cigarette pouch and filled it with a bucket of tobacco, squatted under the eaves and smoked it.

After smoking three or four mouthfuls, Fang Youcai said lightly: "I have no objection to you giving birth to a child, after all, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, which is a good thing to accumulate yin virtue."

If it's a hundred, or even a thousand, I won't say anything, I support you in doing so. But if you take 50,000 at once, you have to think clearly. ”

"Why?" Fang Yi was puzzled.

Whether it's a hundred or fifty thousand, isn't it all life-saving money? What's the difference? Fang Yi couldn't figure it out.

"The family that gave birth to a child is poor, and there has been a lot of famine in order to treat the child, so don't think about paying it back. The money is basically wasted, and everyone in the village knows it.

If you take out so much money at once, what do you think about others, some of the relatives of the Shengzi family have better living conditions than our family, and our family is not related to the Shengzi family, and you will take 50,000 yuan to give the Shengzi, this is not to make the relatives of the Shengzi family unable to come to the stage.

Everyone in the village wants to be face-to-face, even if you don't say it to your face, you will definitely be scolded behind your back for being in the limelight, coercing everyone to pay money out, and offending people for no reason. We can't do things that don't pay for good things. Fang Youcai took two more puffs of dry tobacco and said.

Fang Yi was silent for a moment and said, "Well, I know"

After eating in the morning, before Fang Yi went out, Fang Mao came over, and after asking about the situation of going to the hospital yesterday, he heard that Shengzi was about to give up the treatment of the child, and he was silent.

"That's it, I'm calling on the village to ask everyone to donate some money, and then apply to the township to see if I can give some subsidies or something, and that's the only way." Fang Mao said helplessly.

After hearing this, Fang Yi immediately stated that he was willing to donate five hundred.

Fang Mao left, and at noon, the loudspeaker at the head of the village dialed the donation proposal, and Fang Yi went to the village committee to donate money. In the evening, Fang Yi went to Fang Mao again to ask about the donation, and Fang Mao only replied with a drop in the bucket.

After dinner, Fang Yi went to Shengzi's house and stood at the gate of Shengzi's courtyard, only to see that the courtyard was dark and the house was lit with dim lights.

Fang Yi shouted "give birth", and then walked in. Shengzi opened the door and saw that it was Fang Yi and let him into the house. The house is earthen walls, and the corners are made of stone.

There was nothing in the room except a wooden table with leather and two black wooden stools with wires twisted to their legs, and the fire was kept alive, and there was an indescribable smell in the room, which was very unpleasant. In the dim light, the home seemed more and more impoverished.

In the house, the daughter-in-law who gave birth to the child sat on the kang with the child in her arms and couldn't stop shedding tears, her voice was already hoarse, and the child seemed to be asleep in her arms.

There was half a bowl of cold porridge on the wooden table, and Shengzi pulled over a wooden stool and gave it to Fang Yi: "Brother Yi, thank you for taking us to the hospital." ”

Fang Yi sighed: "It's all from the same village, don't you say this." How are the kids? ”

"I just took the medicine, and I can only maintain it, and I can live one day at a time." Giving birth to a child is weak and weak.

Fang Yi glanced at the daughter-in-law who was sitting on the kang and holding the child in a daze, afraid of waking up the child, and said in a low voice: "Let's go outside and talk about it." ”

Shengzi nodded, picked up the old padded jacket, and followed Fang Yi out of the door. It was very dark in the courtyard, so Fang Yi had to go out of the gate and walk under the street lamp outside the courtyard, waiting for the birth of a child.

"Brother Yi, what's the matter?" Shengzi squatted under the street lamp with his head bowed and asked, as if his spine had been removed.