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Chapter 9

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    "However, with a baby, there are a lot of things along the way.  Maybe it was because of his young age that the baby was frightened like this, but it didn't have much impact on him, or maybe he just followed his instinct and after eating and drinking, he fell asleep beautifully in the backpack on Xinhu's back.  I slept for a long time.  It wasn't until everyone was tired from walking and stopped to rest that he slowly opened his eyes.

    It was already getting late, so Ping'er picked up some dry firewood and came over. Dalang went to fetch water and was about to start boiling water for dinner.  Because there was no small cave nearby that could accommodate them, they could only sleep outdoors under a large protruding rock in the leeward direction.  This protruding piece was like a roof. They piled some dry firewood on both sides and built a simple thatched shed, which could barely accommodate people.

    Xinhu looked at Dalang doing all the things here and there to actually build such a small residence, and he was filled with admiration.  She thought she would have to sleep outdoors today, but she didn't expect Dalang to have found a place for everyone to stay. Although it wasn't very good, it was still much better than sleeping completely in the wilderness in the middle of winter.

    On a winter evening, it soon turned completely dark. Only the four of them were left on the empty hill, and the burning fire became the only light in the dark night.

    Xinhu took out three steamed buns and roasted them slowly on the fire. Boiling water was boiling in the pot, and wild vegetable soup was boiling in another small pot.  These wild vegetables are old and young and not delicious at all, but they are their only source of vegetables and everyone can't help but eat them.

    The baby was eating a piece of snack and looking at the fire with bright eyes, as if it was fun.  After a while, he twisted around. Everyone was busy, but no one paid attention to him.

    "Pee." Suddenly, the baby who had been silent came up with two words. His voice was milky, but his words were clear. For a moment, the three eldest children in Xinhu were stunned. They thought the baby was still  Not very good at talking.

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    "Your mother went to a very far away place and can't come back." Xin Hu said, holding back his sadness.  She thought that the doll was completely ignorant, but she didn't expect that the doll only realized now that she wanted to find her mother.

    "I want a mother, wow wow" the baby started crying.

    Why can¡¯t Xinhu Heping¡¯er be coaxed and coaxed? The empty land is filled with his cries, whistling with the north wind, and it¡¯s very shocking.

    "Your mother is dead." Dalang roared coldly, successfully making the crying baby stop.

    However, looking at the little baby whose face was full of tears, and then looking at Xin Hu's obviously disapproving eyes, Dalang felt inexplicably guilty.

    He touched his nose, but said cruelly: "Your mother is dead and will never come back. From now on, you will follow us. If you cry again, we will abandon you and let you  The wild wolves in the mountains will eat you.¡±

    As he said that, he made a scary face and imitated a wolf howling a few times. The baby was so frightened that it threw itself into Xin Hu's arms, not daring to cry anymore.  He didn't quite understand the meaning of death, but he was subconsciously afraid of throwing him away and feeding him to the wolves as Dalang said.

    Xin Hu comforted him for a while, broke off a piece of steamed bread, soaked it in wild vegetable soup, and slowly fed it to the baby.

    At first, the baby was not willing to eat it, but he was very smart. Seeing that everyone was eating something like this, and looking at Dalang¡¯s black face, he started eating obediently.

    It was hard to eat white flour steamed buns. Although it was served with wild vegetable soup, Xinhu felt as if he had eaten some delicacy from the mountains. This kind of steamed buns tastes very chewy because of its pure flour and because it is not modern refined flour.  Extraordinarily fragrant.  The steamed buns were very big, weighing half a catty each. Together with the wild vegetable soup, the three children were very full and satisfied.

    Especially Ping'er, who said while eating: "This is the first time I have eaten white flour steamed buns. They are so delicious."

    He couldn¡¯t believe that he could eat white-flour steamed buns in a place like this. This was the first time in his life that he could eat white-flour steamed buns so happily.  In the past, his father would occasionally bring back one or two white-flour steamed buns, but they were shared among the whole family. Each person could only get a small piece and finished it in three or five bites. Moreover, the steamed buns were not as good as this one.  Woolen cloth.  Therefore, he became closer to Xinhu and Dalang, and made up his mind to follow them closely. There would be delicious food if he followed his elder brother and elder sister.

    "Save your food, we can't eat three at a time tomorrow, we can only eat two, which should be enough for us for four or five days." Dalang swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, took another big mouthful of wild vegetable soup, and thought in his heart  But I am calculating how long these steamed buns can last.  There are about twenty steamed buns in this pack, but there are four of them, and the baby can eat half of it.???  Food is in short supply now, and we have four mouths, so we definitely can't eat as hard as we did tonight.

    Xin Hu nodded, then turned to coax the baby and asked, "Baby, what's your name?"

    "My name is Dabao, I am three years old." The baby answered.

    "What's your father's surname? Where is your family from?" Dalang asked in surprise. He didn't expect that this three-year-old baby actually knew his name and age.  He thought the child was just over two years old.

    "My father is a general and went to war." Dabao answered the question incorrectly.

    Several people took turns asking questions for a long time, but Dabao only knew that his father was a general, and these words were taught to him by his family. In other words, he had never met his father at all.  Not to mention knowing what his home does and where it is.

    ¡°He¡¯s only three years old, it¡¯s good to know this.¡± Xin Hu looked at the frowning Dalang and advised.

    She didn¡¯t understand. Da Lang was obviously just a little bigger than her body, so why did he look like a little adult?  Could it be that ancient people matured early? No wonder most people get married in their teens.  However, Xin Hu didn't know what he was thinking. For her, the most important thing right now was to survive, so why did she think so much.  Someone never thought that he, an adult, would have to rely on a child.  But Xin Hu also understood that she had only a few abilities. If she hadn't met Da Lang, she really didn't know how she would have survived.

    Therefore, she is too lazy to think about anything now. Even if she does, she can't solve anything, so she eats and sleeps when she needs to.  Anyway, with the body of a child now, after a day of trekking, I am so tired that I want to sleep as soon as it gets dark, so I have no time to think about anything.

    So, she quickly fell into a deep sleep with her arms around Dabao, who was crying and clamoring for his mother.

    Listening to the three low and shallow breathing sounds around him, Dalang tried to calm himself down and fall asleep quickly, but his heart could not calm down.  He was worried, how to survive?  Especially now that there is an extra small tow truck. How can Ping'er be able to walk on his own and do some work, but Dabao still has to be taken care of and carried on his back? Taking him on the road has really added a lot to himself.  Trouble.  But you can't throw him away, he is not so cruel.

    "Mom" Dabao muttered a few words unconsciously in his sleep, tossed in Xinhu's arms for a few times, and fell asleep again.

    Dalang used the light of the fire to see Xin Hu reaching out and slowly patting Dabao on the back. It was obvious that she was subconsciously taking care of Dabao even in her sleep. It was obvious that she usually did a lot of this kind of thing.  Look at Ping'er again, still hugging a ball tightly, trying hard to tuck himself into the pile of clothes to resist the cold wind.  Although Dalang worked hard for a long time, this straw shed is only slightly better than being completely open to the sky.  How dare you sleep like this without lighting a fire.

    Dalang felt that he was destined to be an old woman.  He covered Xin Hu's exposed arms with the thick coat that he used as a quilt, then pulled the other coat over Ping'er, and then added a lot of thick branches to the fire, and then tightened it tightly.  He leaned against Ping'er and lay down to sleep.

    Unknowingly, Dalang couldn¡¯t resist the fatigue after a tiring day and slowly fell asleep.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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