Sword narration is painful in the world

Mrs. Zhao was surprised when she opened the door. It turned out that the wind was biting cold outside and there was already heavy snowfall.

I saw that overnight, the snow had been piled up to four or five inches thick. In front of me, there was a vast expanse of white everywhere, and no path could be seen anywhere.

Seeing this bad weather, Ms. Zhao wrapped herself in her cold clothes and could only sigh secretly. When she complained about the poor people's misfortune, she immediately felt pity for her son.

Now, it is the middle of winter. If Quan'er wants to go on the road at this time, he may not be able to protect himself from the severe cold. If he has to suffer the pain of the journey, it is better to leave a few days later.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhao did not disturb her son.

At this time, Hong Lingquan actually got up early. He had been awake all night and his mind was restless.

Thinking that if I really left, my elderly mother at home would have no one to take care of her for the time being, my attachment immediately arose spontaneously, and I really couldn't bear to leave my mother.

However, when Hong Lingquan thought about it, he suddenly felt:

If a man cannot leave home, how can he gain fame? From now on, he will travel thousands of miles, but if he continues, he will achieve nothing. If he is lucky enough to pass the exam, he will serve his mother well when he returns home in glory one day. Wouldn't it be better for the elderly to live a comfortable life?

So Hong Lingquan immediately reassured himself that he would not be afraid of hard work and would never let down his mother's kindness in raising her and her hope that her son would succeed.

If you go here, you must be named on the gold list

After going to pay homage to his mother, Hong Lingquan couldn't help but shudder as he walked out of the gate with a scroll in his hand.

At this moment, the flying snowflakes and the whistling northwest wind made him feel bone-chilling cold. He looked into the distance and was trying to figure out when he would be able to hit the road. Suddenly, there seemed to be something dark outside the gate, which aroused Hong Lingquan's attention. Notice.

Jogging over and taking a look, Hong Lingquan was shocked again and couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound.

It turned out that there was a person lying in the snow, and the cold and thick snow almost covered his whole body.

It's true that the Zhu family is full of wine and meat, and the bones are frozen to death on the road.

Hong Lingquan couldn't help but secretly said to himself:

"It seems that although I, Hong Lingquan, am poor, orphaned and widowed, I am still ten times or a hundred times luckier than such a person. I am so pitiful and pitiful."

After thinking about it, Hong Lingquan didn't think much. He hurriedly bent down and gently brushed the snow off the man's body. Only then did he see clearly that this was still a child.

I saw this poor child with his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, and his lips trembling.

It seems that he is still alive.

So Hong Lingquan didn't care to take a closer look, and hurriedly held the child in his arms, ran into the house in three steps and two steps at a time, and called his mother.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao came to take a look and asked in surprise:

"Quan'er, what's going on?"

"Mom, it's a poor child who fell cold in front of our house," Hong Lingquan replied as he put the child on his kang.

"Ah, ah, it's so pitiful that such a thing can happen." Mrs. Zhao immediately felt pity.

As he spoke, Hong Lingquan dragged his own quilt, which still had a trace of warmth, and planned to cover the child.

"Quan'er, you can't, you can't." When Zhao saw it, she hurriedly stopped her and said:

"Put him on the ground quickly, and then go get a basin of cold water."

When Hong Lingquan heard this, he turned around in surprise and asked:

"Mom, why do you need cold water? The child is so frozen. Why don't you quickly put him on the hot bed and use hot water to warm him up?"

"Hey, my silly son, you are almost turning into a nerd when you study. You don't understand. If someone is suffering from frostbite or is about to die from the cold, if he is released at this time, If you put a hot quilt on the hot bed, it will kill him completely. If you use hot water to wash him, he will die immediately. Go get some cold water."

After hearing what his mother said, Hong Lingquan suddenly realized.

It turns out that a person suffering from frostbite must be squeezed with cold water so that the cold air in his body can be released. Otherwise, the cold and heat will attack the heart at the same time, and the person will definitely die.

When Hong Lingquan brought the cold water and helped his mother pull down the child's clothes, both mother and son saw at the same time that the child was already as skinny as a stick, which was really pitiful.

Where does the meat come from on this child?

If he hadn't been wrapped in this dirty skin, his bones would have fallen apart long ago.

If it weren't for those few connecting tendons, this child would have been in pieces long ago.

From the looks of it, this kid is probably around fourteen or fifteen years old. He has a small face, high forehead bones, and pointed cheeks. He looks like a skinny monkey.

Zhao, who has a heart of Bodhisattva, could not help but sigh with tears after watching for a moment:

"It's so pitiful. How could this child end up here and end up in this situation?"

The mother and son worked together. After washing the poor child, Mrs. Zhao brought her son's old clothes from previous years. After carefully dressing the child, she ordered Hong Lingquan to put him on the kang. I drank two mouthfuls of hot water first.

Then, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly got some more millet and went to the kitchen to make porridge. When the hot millet porridge was ready, the child had also woken up.

With his eyes closed, after being fed a few mouthfuls of millet porridge that was more fragrant than delicacies from the mountains and seas, the child finally quietly opened his eyes.

He first looked at Mrs. Zhao who was holding millet porridge, and then turned to look at Hong Lingquan. Tears of gratitude immediately rolled down like broken beads.

With a kind of maternal love, she gently stroked the child's head, and Ms. Zhao asked distressedly:

"Don't cry, baby, where are you from and why are you here?"

"Big Mom, Big Brother, thank you for saving my life," the child cried, trying to get up and kneel down.

When Zhao saw it, she quickly pressed the child and comforted her:

"Don't move, don't move. You are weak now. If you have anything to say, just lie down and say it."

"Big Mom"

With tears in his eyes, the child could only lie back on the warm quilt, and then said sadly:

"The child's ancestral home is Jinan Prefecture, Shandong Province. Both his parents are dead and he has no brothers or sisters in the family. When he was in trouble, he fled to Henan alone because my mother once said when she was still alive that I had an aunt in Henan. But I can’t remember exactly where this aunt is in Henan, or what her name is. Now I only know that she is my only relative, so I begged along the road for no purpose and searched everywhere. As a result, I didn’t find my aunt, and I suffered a lot. I fainted here due to hunger and cold. Thank you for your great kindness. I kowtow to you."

Before he finished speaking, the child stood up again, knelt down and bowed three times and nine times.

Hong Lingquan hurriedly used both hands to lift the child up and let him sit down again.

Seeing that he seemed to have recovered and there was no abnormality anymore, Mrs. Zhao was naturally very happy, so she said kindly:

"This is such a small thing, it's not worth thanking you. If you can't find my aunt, don't worry. You can stay at my house first."

After that, Hong Lingquan handed over two more bowls of porridge.

When the child saw it, tears flashed in his eyes, and he was no longer polite. He pulled the two bowls of porridge over, not caring whether they were hot or not, and gobbled them up. Destroyed completely.

Hong Lingquan looked at this child who had suffered the hardships of life, and his heart was full of pity at this moment.

After the mother and son put the child to rest, Ms. Zhao quietly called Hong Lingquan into the main room in a mysterious manner, as if she had something important to say.