The History of the Empress of the Shang Dynasty

Chapter 8 The boy wakes up (2)

Ruojin slowly applied the herbal medicine, Wei Feng became cautious, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"I... I have hands and strength... It's okay... I can get two steamed buns by moving the stone for a day! It's just a pity that they took one away yesterday."

Wei Feng explained that at the mention of the two steamed buns, the corner of his mouth grinned and he burst out into a smile.

"Sister Jin'er, take good care of this little brother, and when I come back in the evening, you will have steamed buns to eat."

Ruojin's eyes turned red, Wei Feng could only get two steamed buns a day by moving stones, and he still had to bring them back for them to eat, which was much better than those beggars.

People who are poor also have backbone.

Ruojin admired Wei Feng very much, and secretly treated him as his own brother.

Turning around, he tore off a few strips of cloth from the curtain, and gently wrapped them around Wei Feng's hands, wrapping them tightly.

"That's all right, the stone won't be able to grind your hands. Brother Wei Feng, hurry up, we'll wait for you to come back here."

Wei Feng was greatly encouraged, nodded, looked at the cloth strip in his hand, a trace of sweetness surged in his heart.

For the first time, someone cared so much about him, and he recognized his sister.

After Wei Feng left, Ruojin saw that there was still hot water in the pot on the fire, so he scooped out a bowl and brought it over.

The boy was really thirsty, so he picked up the bowl and drank upside down.

"What's your name? How did you fall off the cliff?"

Seeing his recovery, Ruojin began to think about how to deal with the boy.

Judging by his clothes, he should be a child of a rich family, so it's better for him to send him back as soon as possible.

Ruojin began to look at the problem from the perspective of an adult again. What she thought of was how sad the child's parents would be if they couldn't find him, or thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, the boy narrowed his eyes, seemed to be trying hard to think back, and finally stroked his forehead, cried out in pain, and shook his head lightly.

"I can't remember, who am I?"

Ruojin frowned: The thing she was worried about really came.

The boy had hurt his head, there must have been blood on his head, and it is normal to lose his memory for a while.

"You hurt your head, so how about it, you stay here for a few days first, and when the blood on your head clears up, it's not too late to leave if you think of something."

Ruojin can't drive him away, it's the only way to go now.

"Live here?"

The boy looked around, as if he was a little unsure whether people could live here.

"No way, we are also homeless people, we can only live here, if you don't like it, you can leave."

Ruojin was a little angry, she didn't appreciate taking him in, but she even hated him.

"Brother Wei Feng and I are very poor now, living like beggars, but I, Su Ruojin, swear that sooner or later, we will live a good life."

Ruojin said angrily, the appearance of the eight-year-old girl swearing was really cute. Although the boy over there didn't believe her oath, he was still moved by her swearing appearance.

"I don't dislike it, it's just that it feels bad to have no memory."

The boy frowned again, and felt a slight pain in his head.

Seeing this, Ruojin knew that he was dizzy again, so he picked up a tattered straw basket, wrapped it with cloth strips, made two straps, and carried it behind his back.

"I'm going to the mountains to find something to eat, and pick some medicine by the way, come together. It's good for you to exercise."

As if afraid that the boy would not be willing, Ruojin deliberately added the latter sentence.

(End of this chapter)