Chapter 74 Fu Bao is sick
evening.
Jia's family.
The yard was dark, with the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen, and the sound of weeping and weeping from time to time.
Because old Uncle Jia was bedridden all year round, he couldn’t move except his mouth, he was no different from a living dead.
It has cost a lot of money these years.
The son had to go out to work, but the daughter-in-law saw that the house was a bottomless pit, so she just left the child and ran back to her mother’s house and never came back.
Aunt Jia has to sell vegetables to earn money and also has to take care of her three-year-old granddaughter, as well as take care of old Uncle Jia who can’t move.
Absolutely ten years older than Mrs. Fu and the others of the same age.
Sometimes I even wish I could split myself into several pieces.
At this moment, she is boiling bird eggs in the stove, and warming up the food brought from Fu's house, ready to eat.
Before she left, Mrs. Fu told Jiang Xinghua to give it to her behind someone else's back, and gave her more bird eggs than others, and even gave her twenty coins. The old sister knew that her life was hard.
Aunt Jia wiped her tears while cooking, "The Fu family can spell out a daughter, old man, just enjoy Fu Bao's happiness and get well soon."
Otherwise, when will this day end.
She couldn't stand it anymore!
The happiness of the son was also ruined, and the granddaughter did not have a complete family.
But Aunt Jia couldn't bear to let her give up a living person like this.
"Whatever you call me!"
Aunt Jia was beating her heart and crying with a headache, when suddenly a figure came staggeringly from behind.
Crying so hard that he ignored the sound behind him.
Suddenly someone patted on the shoulder, "My wife, don't cry. I'm getting better now."
Aunt Jia let out an "ah" and was startled.
"Damn it is!"
Immediately picked up the firewood under the stove and prepared to swing it out. The old Uncle Jia behind him was bedridden all year round, his limbs were weak, and he moved back too much so that he fell to the ground.
"My wife, it's me!"
The familiar voice echoed in my ears, Aunt Jia stared wide-eyed, with an expression of disbelief, "Old guy! It's really you!"
She rubbed her eyes, she was a real person.
Too shocked that she couldn't believe what she saw and heard: "I'm blind!"
"It's me." Uncle Jia thought about it with his hands on his hands, but he was really exhausted, so he fell down and sat down again.
Regardless of shock or surprise, Aunt Jia ran over to help him up without saying a word.
touched his face, put his ear against his chest, his heart was beating, and his body was warm.
It's her old guy. That's right.
Although he has been sick all year round, Aunt Jia has been taking good care of him. He has to feed a bowl of porridge for three meals a day. Old Uncle Jia is pale and thinner, but not as thin as a skeleton.
"My wife, these years have caused you to suffer." The voice was weak.
Then it was such a sentence that directly broke Aunt Jia's defense.
Aunt Jia burst into tears immediately, and cried loudly in the arms of old Uncle Jia. It is conceivable that she has been sad all these years.
She often suffers from her daughter-in-law's white eyes and cynicism, but fortunately her son is filial and her granddaughter is sensible, so she thinks she can survive it.
"My wife! Just wake up, just wake up."
Nothing would make her happier than him waking up.
She finally survived.
Afraid of catching cold on the ground, Aunt Jia knelt down and subconsciously wanted to carry Old Uncle Jia on her back, but the seemingly simple movements were accomplished after countless days and nights of practice.
Uncle Jia waved his hand, "I can walk by myself, don't tire you."
Aunt Jia helped Old Uncle Jia up and watched him walk step by step. Although his movements were blunt and weak, he might be walking on the ground.
Help people into the house, take all the lamps in the house and light them up.
Aunt Jia stayed in the room and watched, afraid it was just a dream.
"Old man, do you think I'm dreaming?"
She even pinched her own arm, which hurt.
No, I still don’t feel at ease.
pinched his thigh.
It doesn't feel unreal yet.
He pinched his stomach again.
Old Uncle Jia felt distressed when he saw it, "My wife, don't pinch it anymore. My heart aches even looking at it."
Afraid that she would continue pinching her like this, old uncle Jia could only divert her attention: "My wife, I'm hungry and want to eat."
As soon as Aunt Jia heard that he wanted to eat, she immediately arranged for him, and ran out without forgetting to look at it again, "Old guy, you can't lie down anymore. Otherwise, I will die."
She couldn't take any more blows.
"Will not."
Aunt Jia ran to the kitchen quickly and brought out the food. She ran so fast that she almost fell over.
Seeing that the person was still sitting there, she finally felt relieved.
Aunt Jia scooped up a big bowl for him, but Old Uncle Jia almost spilled it when he tried to pick it up.
"I'll just feed you, you must have no energy when you wake up."
Aunt Jia fed him bite by bite, peeled the bird eggs for him to dip in soy sauce, and let him eat a few pieces of meat.
As if he wanted to eat back all the food he had been hungry for all these years, Old Uncle Jia ate three full bowls.
"I can't eat any more, you just ate too much and it will be difficult to digest."
"Old guy, how did you get better all of a sudden?"
Without warning signs.
After seeing countless doctors, they said they didn’t know what was wrong with him, and it was useless to even ask someone to cook.
I have tried everything.
"I don't know, but a golden light suddenly came over me in the afternoon, and I felt the blood in my whole body suddenly unblocked, and gradually in the evening, I felt a little stronger."
He has been lying down all this time, but he knows what his family said. Before that, his body was as heavy as iron, and he couldn't move.
But suddenly a golden light surrounded him in the afternoon, and he found that one finger could move, and then ten fingers, it became easier and easier.
"afternoon?"
Thinking of something, Aunt Jia's eyes widened.
"It must be thanks to Fubao's blessing that you will get better."
Definitely so.
"This Fubao is amazing. Tomorrow I will help you to come to the door and thank you personally. It was Fubao who saved your life."
Aunt Jia was very grateful.
Fortunately, her dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor.
Otherwise, miracles won't happen to the old guy.
"Who is Fubao?"
"It's the daughter of your good brother Fu Lao Er."
"He and his family finally gave birth to a daughter!"
Old Uncle Jia looked surprised.
"More than that, you don't know..."
And Fujia.
Jiang Xinghua came in with warm goat milk as always, wanting to feed Fubao.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law! Drinking milk."
For some reason, Fu Xing'er felt dizzy, as if all her strength had been pumped.
Eyelids have never been heavier!
So sleepy, so sleepy!
She heard Jiang Xinghua's cry, and she also smelled the fragrance of goat milk. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were extremely heavy.
Then she fell into darkness.
"Father, mother! Come and take a look, my little girl just woke up and wanted to drink milk, why did she suddenly fall asleep?" Jiang Xinghua felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly called Fu's second child and Mrs. Fu who were eating.
I usually drink milk at this time.
(end of this chapter)