Chapter 1001 The Demon Seed is Natural (35)
Early winter came unexpectedly.
I just put on my cotton coat yesterday, and when I opened the door today, there was heavy snow all over the sky.
The whole house was feeling cold from the inside out.
"This day is so strange. The wheat has just been harvested, so why does it snow?"
The people below were rubbing their hands, and their mouths were steaming when they spoke.
Not all families have prepared things for the winter, especially in the village where there are some elderly people who are over 20,000 years old. The wheat in the fields has not been harvested yet, and they are suppressed by such a sky full of ice and snow.
The charcoal fires intended for the winter were not ready either.
Even though most of the people in the village are usually healthy, in the face of sudden weather changes, a few old people still fell ill unexpectedly.
The village chief is one of them.
The old man who was already very old and suffered from the cold on this snowy night, who rarely got sick, fell down. Moreover, this wind and cold directly caused all kinds of ailments, big and small.
The village doctor looked at it and could only prescribe a medicine to dispel cold and give it to the village chief to drink.
The old man has been sleeping longer than he has been awake. If this cold winter does not pass, the old man who should have died peacefully may leave early.
Beside the bed, the village chief's only relative, the little granddaughter whom he loved most on weekdays, was right next to his grandfather, his face was silent, and there was a lot of light missing from his usually bright and dark eyes.
The village doctor sighed and looked at the poor child beside the bed. He had no choice but to put away his regrets and worries and patted the little girl's head with pity.
"Have you eaten?"
The little girl didn't speak, she just stared at her grandfather, with a persistent light in her eyes, her mouth tightly pursed, and she remained silent from beginning to end, like a dead stone.
The village doctor knew that this girl had a stubborn temper, so he didn't say anything more. He took out a pack of herbal medicine from the alley and placed it on the small table next to the bed. "Here, let me drink it for grandpa in the morning and evening. I see there is a lot of firewood in the yard. It will heat up the house. If the old man is sweating, maybe it will be fine."
When something happened, Zhou Ye picked up the medicine on the table and thanked the village doctor in a low voice.
Many people came to visit throughout the afternoon.
Most of the people in the village were raised by the village chief. When they saw the old man falling ill, many people came to visit him with their things.
When they arrived at the house, they looked at the four broken walls, which were dark and damp, and then looked at the little girl guarding the bed. Everyone who came could not help but sigh, comforted them, put down their things, and left.
The hut became quiet again.
Xiaotao's parents had just come over and brought a lot of firewood. They lit a brazier in the house and moved it to the old man's bedside.
The house warmed up.
It was autumn, a cool and comfortable season, and the old man was covered with a thin layer of mattress. Fortunately, Little Tao Niang sewed the mattress in the cabinet and added it to the old man.
Then under the dim light of the fire, Zhou Ye came up to his grandfather and looked at his face quietly with his black eyes.
After a while, she reached out her hand, imitated her grandfather's movements, and touched the old man's gray and dry hair.
"Ono..."
Grandpa opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his face with ravines was stained with a layer of gray.
The little girl nodded. There was no trace of sadness or panic on her young face. She looked calmer than anyone else, not like a child at all.
The grandfather looked at his little granddaughter's face, with a faint light shining in his eyes.
(End of chapter)