my scientific age

Chapter 12 A Bowl of Brown Sugar Water
Hearing the knock on the door and the shouting, Yu Hua frowned slightly, he was puzzled, put down the medicine bowl, picked up the dagger placed by the stove in his right hand, and walked straight to the door.

"Who is it?" Coming to the front door, Yu Hua held the dagger in his right hand and shouted towards the door. In this fucking age, it is essential to be on guard against others.

"Master, we are fleeing the famine. Please do well, master, and give me the stutter." The people outside the door heard Yu Hua's voice, as if they were instantly refreshed, with strength, and their words were full of desolation and pleading.

When Yu Hua heard the words, he was even more vigilant. Although the refugees were pitiful, there were not a few perpetrators, not to mention the fact that they were separated by a door. Although he knew the words were true or false: "You guys leave, there is no food in my house."

"Master, I beg you, my brother and sister haven't eaten for three days. My sister has contracted the cold and is unconscious. I beg you, please give us a stutter. I kneel down and kowtow to you." People refused to leave, and kept begging. After speaking, there was a dull sound of kowtow.

This person seems to be really kowtowing to the gate of Chongwen's house and to Yu Hua.

Hearing the dull crashing sound in his ears, Yu Hua took a deep breath. Various records and related materials about the famine refugees appeared in his mind. He couldn't bear it, thought for a while, and said, "Stop knocking, you now retreat to the door. ten feet away."

"Yes, yes, sir, I will retreat immediately." Hearing Yu Hua's words, the people outside the door immediately agreed and retreated to a distance of ten feet away from the door.

"Master, I'm back." After a few seconds, the man's voice came from outside the door again.

Yu Hua held the dagger in his right hand, opened the door lock, carefully opened the door, and looked outside through the gap. A teenage boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was kneeling about ten feet away. Dressed in tatters, there was a person lying next to the man, who was even thinner. I thought it was this person's sister.

Take a closer look to make sure it's true.

"squeak!"

The main door of Chongwen's house slowly opened, and a sharp and familiar rubbing sound came from the wooden door. This sound was harsh, but it suddenly made the boy kneeling on the ground feel hope.

"Master, please do well, I'll give you a stutter." The boy who felt hope, saw Yu Hua standing at the door, and hurriedly kowtowed, his head pounding against the cold bluestone floor.

"Hold on."

Yu Hua did not correct the other party's name. At this time, maintaining a class distance can effectively improve his own safety. He glanced at the boy, then looked at the unconscious girl next to him, left a sentence, and immediately closed the door.

The teenager kowtowed ten times before he stopped, blood was already flowing from his forehead, and his eyes looked at the closed door with anticipation.

After a while, the door opened again, and Yu Hua came out with a steaming drawer in it. There were a bowl of brown sugar water, a bowl of hot water, and two bowls of white rice left over from yesterday. He glanced at the boy who was still kneeling, and placed it in front of him. One meter away: "The rice is a little cold, here is a bowl of brown sugar water for your sister to drink."

After explaining, Yu Hua stepped back and stood at a safe distance of ten feet away.

"Thank you sir, sir, you must live a hundred years, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva bless you." The young man heard this, tears welling up in his eyes, and he hurriedly said a series of good words.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, eat it." Yu Hua responded.

The young man picked up a bowl of white rice like a treasure, and was about to eat it when he suddenly remembered something, put down the bowl immediately, carefully took out the bowl of hot but not scalding brown sugar water from the steamer, came to his sister, raised his head, and gently Bring it to your mouth.

Young people know the goods, compared to two bowls of white rice, this bowl of brown sugar water is the most precious.

In her arms, the younger sister, who was in a semi-conscious state with the wind and cold, seemed to smell the smell of brown sugar. She opened her mouth and drank in small sips, like a baby sucking breast milk, satisfied and greedy, wanting more.

"Don't feed too much at one time, it will hurt her stomach. It is best to drink it three times." Yu Hua reminded.

"Yes."

Hearing this, the young man nodded earnestly. After feeding his sister a small half bowl of brown sugar water, he carefully placed the porcelain bowl in the steamer, then hugged his sister in his arms to protect him from the cold on the ground, and then picked up the white rice and ate it.

This bowl of almost icy white rice was delicious for the young man, because it was the first time he had seen food that could be called rice since he fled from the famine. The two brothers and sisters encountered a farmer's pigsty and cooked wild vegetables with rice bran they stole from the food trough.

After eating quickly, he put the dishes and chopsticks away, and did not move the second bowl of rice, which was for his sister. The boy felt that the hunger in his stomach disappeared, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He said to Yu Hua, "Thank you, sir, for the meal."

"No, where are you from? I haven't heard of the famine around Peiping." Yu Hua shook his head gently and asked.

"Master Hui, my brother and sister are from Jiangyou, Sichuan. Last year, there was a severe drought in our hometown. There was no rain in a summer, and the fields and crops were all withered to death. In autumn, people in the village were starved to death. Grandpa, grandma, my mother and the old man all died, the eldest brother and the second brother became soldiers, I don’t know where they went, the third brother came to Peiping, and my sister and I fled everywhere, and finally came to Peiping.”

The young man answered truthfully, while speaking, tears kept flowing, and his words were full of grief. At the end of the sentence, he carefully put down his sister, knelt down again towards Yu Hua, and kept kowtow: "Master, can you accept us? Just give us Stuttering, let's do whatever."

Sichuan Jiangyou.

The familiar tone came, Yu Hua was stunned when he heard the words, and his head was a little foggy. He never thought that the brothers and sisters in front of him were actually fellow villagers. Looking at the boy who kept kowtowing, a string seemed to be touched in his heart, and he fell into silence.

After two seconds, Yu Hua asked, "What's your name and how old are you?"

"Master Hui, my name is Xu Rui. I am 15 this year. I have been studying in the private school of the ancestral hall for two years. My husband gave me a name. My sister is Xu Erya. I am 13 this year, and I don't have a big name yet." I don't know the meaning of this question yet, to be honest.

"Get your things packed, come in."

Looking at the hopeful brilliance in the other's eyes, Yu Hua sighed, he is not a ruthless person, he can save one by one, put away the dagger, and instructed.

In this fucking era, Yu Hua couldn't bear to reject the pair of refugee brothers and sisters from his hometown in front of him, so he had to accept them softly.

If they reject the other party, Yu Hua knows that in Peking during the first month, the siblings will die on the streets soon.

The so-called first good place, the person targeted with kindness.

But are refugees human?

In this era, the status of refugees is not much higher than that of domestic animals, and it is between animals and humans.

Don't call people.

(End of this chapter)