The Boy Who Picked Up

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  The boy was eleven or twelve years old, slender and thin, wearing a gray linen suit that had been washed to a slight whiteness, with pale skin that didn't look like it belonged to someone who did farm work. Yet he was carrying a basket in his hand, which already contained three or four kilograms of grain.

  The young man's breathing was a bit rapid, and his face turned paler. He was too hungry, having not eaten anything for several days.

  As he walked up a slope, the young man suddenly fell down.

  Rolling down the slope, the boy's basket of food spilled all over the place. The young man finally hit his head on a protruding rock and fainted.

  Liáng tián tián carried a basket and gradually moved away from everyone.

  This patch of high millet land has a lot of grain, and it seems that no one has been here yet.

  Liang Tian happily picked up one by one high corn ears, and his mood got better and better.

  Suddenly a piece of high millet, as if someone had deliberately thrown it down. Liang Tian thought to himself: Could it be that the Turkic soldiers' grain sacks were leaking, otherwise how would there be so much grain?

  The cat walked with its tail in the air, humming a tune as it went along, and soon the basket was almost full.

  Suddenly, a grey corner of clothing caught his eye.

  Liang Tian Tian let out a cry of "ah" and a young man with blood all over his head fainted and fell to the ground.

  Whose boy is this?

  Liang Tian suddenly understood when he looked at the big basket next to him, and it turned out that those tall corn stalks were all scattered from this young man's basket, no wonder there were so many.

  Liáng tián tián probed a little with his nose and suddenly withdrew his hand.

  The boy is out of breath.

  It can't be this unlucky, right?!

  "Hey, hey." Although he had died once before, Liang Tian still subconsciously felt some fear.

  "Hey, wake up." Liang Tian Tian reached for his neck pulse again.

  Huh, it seems I'm not dead after all.

  "Hey, wake up! Whose child are you?" Liang Tian Tian confirmed that there was no such young man in his impression, and he shouldn't be from this village.

  The boy opened his eyes in a daze, and in that instant, Liang Tian saw the vicissitudes of life clearly in his eyes.

  "Where am I?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if it had passed through layers of spatial obstruction.

  "You fainted in the field, you must be here to pick up grain." Liang Tian knew that people who had fainted would always have a moment of confusion.

  The boy looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tender little face.

  The boy's eyes locked onto something and he exclaimed: "It's you!" Then his eyes rolled back and he suddenly fainted.

  Liang Tian was startled by the shock and undisguised joy in his voice.

  Does this person know himself?

  Is there something wrong with Liang Tian's memory? Heaven, he won't realize that he has a problem himself, will he?

  Liáng Tián tián tightly pursed his lips, not knowing what to do. But when he saw the wound on the boy's head, he softened again. Can't just watch him bleed to death, can I?

  There was nothing suitable for bandaging on hand, so Liang Tian Tian could only tear clothes. However, this couldn't be his own clothes.

  This boy, going out and wearing a long shirt that smells like fart, does he think he's the master of the teahouse?

  Liang Tian Tian unceremoniously tore off one of the boy's sleeves and used it to bandage his head wound, wrapping it around twice.

  "Tian Tian, Tian Tian..." The distant sound of Xiao Hua's voice was heard. Liang Tian Tian waved his hand, "Xiao Hua, I'm over here, let Da Ge and Er Ge come over."

  Before long, several children came over.

  Xiao Hua and they walked closer and were shocked at once, "Heavens, what's wrong with this person?"

  "Rolled down from the mountain and cracked his head open." Liang Tian pointed to a blood-stained rock beside him, "Guess he hit his head on that thing."

  Liang Mantou let out a cry of surprise, "He's lost so much blood, is he okay?"

  Liáng tián tián jǔ jǔ jiān, shéi zhī dào ne.

  English Translation:

  Liang Tian shrugged his shoulders, who knows?

  "What's going on now?" Xiaohua had never encountered this situation before either.

  The ball shrunk into big brother's arms, a little scared.

  Liáng Tián tián glanced at the sky, it was almost dark. Can't just abandon this person here, that would probably get them taken away by wild beasts or die of illness.

  "Let's just bring it back home." said Liang Tian Tian finally.

  Several children looked at me, I looked at them, and finally nodded in agreement.

  "I'll carry him on my back." Liang Mantou threw the bag in his hand to Liang Tiantian, and with Xiaohua's help, they lifted the person onto their backs. "Hiss, he's really heavy!"

  In fact, the young boy was thin and weak, but Liang Man Tuo was only an eight-year-old boy after all, and it was still a bit of a strain to carry him on his back.

  "Let me carry the balls and you can carry the people." Liang Mancang said hastily as he saw his brother grinning from ear to ear.

  "No big deal, bro, I'll carry it first and we can switch later." But the distance from home was quite far, he definitely couldn't carry it all by himself.

  Liáng Tián tián hastily picked up the sack of grain, and Xiǎo Huā exclaimed, "Tián tián, you've picked so much grain?" The basket was almost full.

  "Ah." Liang Tian Tian picked up the basket beside the boy, "I didn't know before, I thought the Turkic soldiers had dropped so much grain. It turns out it was that boy who dropped it." As he spoke, he put the highland barley from his own basket back into the boy's basket. Liang Tian Tian did not take more of his, and even added some extra.

  Look at that boy's pale face, I guess he has been hungry for a long time, and his family's life is probably not as good as theirs.

  All the way, they didn't deliberately pick up food, and took the easy road. Liang Mancang and Liang Mantou, two brothers, took turns carrying the boy on their backs. Even so, when they arrived home, the two children were also exhausted and sweating profusely.

  The boy was put on the kang, still unconscious, but his breathing was stable.

  "Should we call a doctor?" Xiaohua's face was full of worry.

  Liáng tián tián patted the boy's head, shook his head, "No money in hand, can't even invite a doctor. Let's take a look first, I'll go cook some porridge for him to drink." Now she felt the distress of being unable to afford even one cent, a hero brought down by poverty.

  There was nothing at home except for a small amount of highland barley, and the most valuable thing was that wild chicken. The wild chicken was going to be sold at the market tomorrow, but Liang Tian thought about it and looked at the boy again, hesitating for a moment.

  Cooked rice porridge, second brother Liang Mantou helped with burning firewood, and Liang Tiantian picked up that wild chicken again.

  "Little sister, do you want to braise chicken?" Liang Mantou's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "It's delicious, but selling it can also make a lot of money." Although he was greedy, he knew that the family was having a hard time and still needed money.

  "How much can it sell for?" Liang Tian didn't really understand the currency of this world.

  "A rooster can be sold for two silver coins, let alone this game, which is even more valuable." Liang Mantou swore solemnly: "A catty of rice only costs ten cents, and two silver coins can buy twenty catties of rice!"

  Twenty kilograms of rice?

  Liáng Tián was startled.

  Sorghum is cheaper, and rice is considered a fine grain that's more expensive. I didn't expect one rooster could be exchanged for two silver coins, which means this wild chicken can be exchanged for quite a bit of rice.

  Sell it, must sell it off.