Li Qingling's heart softened as he reached out to grab him, and brought him to the kitchen.

Li Qingling helped to tie her up again, and said while shaking his head, "She'll be fine." These words were said for Mrs. Zhao and herself, she only had this kind of thought, then she would have the courage to continue.

After the three of them finished eating, she scooped another bowl, covered it with a lid and gave it to Li Qingling, "Give me the ink, we cannot forget what he has done for us."

Li Qingling nodded and accepted the bowl. Since Liu Zhimo's family didn't have much rice left, they could just bring some over to her family. She also wouldn't be an ungrateful person.

"Mom, I'll go too."

"Go!" Mrs. Zhao smiled and rubbed her son's head.

Li Qingfeng cheered and took the lead to run out. After eating his fill, he finally had the liveliness of a child.

He ran to Liu Zhimo's house and knocked on the courtyard door, "Zhi Moge, open."

Not long after, the door opened and a head popped out. It was Liu Zhimo's little brother, Liu Zhiyan.

"Qingfeng, my brother went to the fields. He isn't home."

Li Qingfeng's excited words were cut off by Li Qingling, "Let's go in first!" Although their home was some distance away from the village, she was afraid of being overheard by pa.s.sersby.

She walked in and closed the courtyard door. Looking around, Liu Zhimo's house was made of clay and was much better than her old thatched cottage.

However, she did not expect her father to die from the plague, and the three of them to be kicked out. In this way, not only did they not take care of Liu Zhimo, they were even taken care of by Liu Zhimo.

Liu Zhiyan glanced at the bowl in Li Qingling's hands and sniffed, "Sister Qing Ling, you …. What are you carrying? "

"Really?" Smelling the fragrance of the mushrooms, Liu Zhiyan swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Ever since his parents had gotten sick and spent all the money in the house, he had never eaten anything delicious. Every day, he would eat brown rice porridge.

Li Qingling acknowledged his presence and brought the mushrooms into the house and placed them on the table, "These are hair pit s that can be eaten, they will not eat dead people, rest a.s.sured."

"Two... "Brother …" A thin scream came from the room.

"He's here..." Liu Zhiyan quickly ran into the room and carried his sister out.

He raised his head and looked at Li Qingling, then lowered his head, and looked at the shoe that revealed his foot and thumb, and hesitantly said: "I want to wait for big brother to come back before eating."

She knew that ever since her parents had pa.s.sed away, their family had not been very well off, but even so, under the temptation of food, it was not easy to think about her brother.

"There's more in my house, this is for you to eat, hurry up and eat it!" She stroked his head and smiled.

Hearing her words, Liu Zhiyan's eyes lit up, he no longer had to worry about anything, and immediately buried his head in his food.

"Sister, eat too." Liu Zhiyan picked up a piece of mushroom and gave it to Liu Zhirou after standing up.

Li Qingling quickly stopped her. Liu Zhirou was only two years old, and she was afraid that she would choke on such a large mushroom. She turned her head and told Li Qingfeng to bring a knife over, cut it up a little, and feed it to her.

Liu Zhirou continuously reached out her hands to the bowl on the table, anxiously talking and eating … Eat …

Only after anxiously eating a few mouthfuls did Liu Zhirou slow down. She clapped her small palms and smiled until her eyebrows curved, "Good … "Eat …" She even reached out to push her spoon, signaling Li Qingling to eat too.

Li Qingling pretended to eat it, and then fed the mushroom back into her mouth, making her smile even happier.

Liu Zhiyan nodded, he looked up and glanced at Li Qingfeng, and gave him a piece. Li Qingfeng shook his head, saying that he had already eaten it, and could no longer eat it.

Seeing that, Li Qingling's heart was both sour and gratified, just towards this sensible little brother, no matter how difficult it was, she would work hard to find a way out of this predicament.

When the two siblings finished eating, she warned them not to say anything about this matter, but seeing that they had nodded their heads, she could finally bring Li Qingfeng home without worry.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao carrying the hoe and getting ready to go to the fields, Li Qingling quickly pushed Li Qingfeng to follow him and help him with some work.

Without father, as the only man in the family, he had to know what was going on. Only then would he be able to support their family in the future.

Li Qingfeng patted his chest, "Sis, don't worry, I won't let mother be tired."

"No need, no need. Rest for a while after you come back. Don't get tired. The work in the fields won't be difficult for mother." Mrs. Zhao waved her hand fiercely. She was afraid that her daughter was not fully recovered yet.

Li Qingling laughed, and did not take her words seriously. He lowered his head and muttered a few more words to Li Qingfeng, then carried his basket and walked up the mountain.

This time, she only focused on picking up the mushrooms, and very quickly, she filled a basket with them. After returning home, she didn't have time to rest, and quickly went back to the fields, she wanted to lighten Mrs. Zhao's burden so that she could rest.

Patrolling through her memories, walking towards her own field, when she saw Mrs. Zhao, she called him "Mother".

Mrs. Zhao almost fell to the ground upon hearing this. Li Qingling was so scared that he trembled, "Mother, don't be anxious, I'll go take a look first." Then, he asked Ergou-tzu, who was bent over panting, to help him, "Dogman, please help me support my mother. She's pregnant, so there's no need to worry."

Seeing that Ergou nodded, Li Qingling ran off. If something were to happen to Qing Feng, that cheap mother of hers probably wouldn't be able to live any longer. She couldn't allow this to happen.

By the time she reached the river, there was already a crowd gathered there, all saying, It's too late.

"Hey, Qing Ling is here?" Someone shouted.

Li Qingling pinched the center of his palm hard to calm himself down, and ignoring those pitiful gazes, he kneeled down beside Li Qingfeng and began to do artificial breathing for him according to the methods he had learned in his previous life.

I hope it's not too late.

Mrs. Zhao held her stomach and walked quickly. When she saw the group of villagers in a circle around her, she became even more anxious.

When the villagers saw that she had arrived, they all made way for her. They even made her look after her body, so that she wouldn't be too sad.

Mrs. Zhao's heart skipped a beat. When she saw the lifeless Qingfeng lying on the ground, she let out a sad and shrill cry, "My son!"

He fell down head first. Fortunately, the villagers took one of them and didn't fall to the ground.

Li Qingling could not care about the unconscious Mrs. Zhao, she continued to do artificial breathing for him. After doing it for an unknown amount of time, she felt that he was about to lose his breath, but Li Qingfeng still did not move an inch.

"Little girl, stop tormenting yourself. Carry that brat Feng back and prepare for the aftermath!" The oldest in the village, the one who even the village chief had to respect, Fifth Ancestor Grandmother, called Li Qingling with reddened eyes.

Really?

She pinched Li Qingfeng's nose and blew into his mouth yet again, not giving up. Her tears flowed down her chin and flowed into Li Qingfeng's mouth.

With a cough, Li Qingfeng moved.

She was so happy when she flipped Li Qingfeng over and nudged his stomach with his knees.

"He's alive. He's alive. He's revived." The villagers sighed emotionally.

"I've told you so many times, don't go play by the river, you just won't listen." He turned his head and pointed at Mrs. Zhao who was still unconscious, "Do you want Mother to die for you?