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Chapter 162 Misfortune Finds the Poor

On the day Zhao Lan gave birth, everyone in the village came to help. Every household gritted their teeth and scraped together some food, such as brown rice or eggs, to help them through the difficult times.

A few days later, Zhao Lan, who had not yet finished her confinement, got up and went to work again.

That frail body took on the responsibility of the family, and worked hard to raise Ping'er into a young man.

They felt sorry for Zhao Lan, thinking that Brother Ping had grown up and finally had his share of hard work.

But the weather was not good. Heavy rain flooded the fields and villages, and the villagers left their homeland and fled.

They hid in the mountains and struggled to survive. Most of the villagers were killed or injured. Zhao Lan worked day and night and was weak, so she fell ill early. It rained continuously and there was no sun. She had to flee for her life, which was extremely difficult. She almost died several times.

It was Ping Ge'er who guarded his mother day and night and kowtowed every day, hoping that God would be merciful and spare his mother's life.

I don't know whether Ping Ge'er moved the heavens or whether they were not destined to die.

When the water level rose to the top of the mountain, they had no food and had to wait to die on the spot. But at this time, they were rescued by the Taoist priests of Sanqing Mountain.

Then he cultivated himself in Mount Sanqing.

But even when he arrived at Sanqing Mountain, Zhao Lan was still weak, as if the root of the disease had been accumulating for a long time and finally burst out in one breath.

Wei Ping asked the Taoist priest for help, and the Taoist priest did not refuse. He was just very surprised that none of their talismans, water, and elixirs had any effect on Zhao Lan, and they could not find any problems with her pulse either.

It's like I was born this way.

After searching among all his friends, he still found nothing. In the end, he could only ask Wei Ping to take good care of Zhao Lan, tell her not to work too hard and to rest more.

So the little shoulders took on the responsibility of taking care of the mother.

Ping Ge'er entered the tent and shouted, "Mom, I'm back."

Inside the tent, Zhao Lan listened to her child's voice and sat up from the blanket.

She looked to be about forty years old, frail and looking pale.

"Ping'er, you're back."

Ping Ge'er immediately went to support his mother.

"Mom, please slow down."

"Mom, it's okay. You don't have to be so careful."

The woman smiled gently and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off Ping'er's head.

"Look, he's running so fast that his face is red."

The young man touched his head and seemed to remember something.

"By the way, mother, look, I found some good stuff again."

He took out the things in his arms.

They are some leaves and grass roots, similar to wild vegetable roots or something.

"Ping'er is really capable. It must be very hard for her."

The woman touched the boy's head and praised him, and the boy smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not hard, mother. Ping'er will find some better ones tomorrow."

He went to the mountain to look for Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to nourish his mother, but he couldn't find any, so he had to get some wild vegetables.

A Taoist priest said that meat and vegetables should be paired together, so he was happy even if there were only some wild vegetables.

As long as his mother is fine, he is willing to do anything.

After the fish soup was ready, Wei Ping watched his mother drink it bit by bit. The tent gradually became warmer, and his little face was filled with warmth.

"Mom, you should take a rest soon. The weather is good these days and it's not cold anymore."

Without heavy rain and strong wind, the cold and damp weather has improved.

"Well, Ping'er, go to sleep too. You must be tired today."

"I'm not tired, mother, go to sleep soon."

Zhao Lan was probably really tired and fell asleep in a daze.

After confirming that Zhao Lan was really asleep, Wei Ping quietly got up, took out the bow he had carried on his back, and played with it lovingly.

Wei Ping has a special liking for bows.

Maybe it’s because my father is a hunter.

So when he saw the bow, he couldn't help but take it back.

He wanted to pull the bow, but for some reason he couldn't.

The bowstring was taut and no matter how hard he tried, it was no use.

Why can’t I pull it? Is it because I don’t have enough strength?

Even though he encountered wolves, tigers and leopards along the way, he still contributed.

But when he looked at his arms which had not much flesh on them, he curled his lips and thought, well, it seems that they are still not strong enough.

Have to keep exercising.

He put down his bow and quietly ran out of the tent, where a Taoist priest had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother Zhu."

he shouted cheerfully.

"Ah."

Wearing a Taoist robe, he smiled at the young Taoist priest who was probably less than 20 years old.

"We came a little early today, but that's okay, we can finish our homework earlier and rest earlier."

Brother Zhu was a young Taoist priest in Sanqing Mountain. He usually took good care of Wei Ping and his mother. Seeing that Wei Ping had some talent of fighting tigers and leopards, he was attracted to his talent and took him to rest and study every night.

It’s not meditation or anything like that, but just some simple boxing techniques.

It is used by ordinary mortals and martial artists to strengthen their bodies.

The breathing method of Sanqing Mountain must not be disclosed.

What we are going to do today is a boxing technique called Tiger and Leopard Fist.

Wei Ping had only learned this style of boxing a week ago, but now he could perform it with great vigor and power, with faint sounds of tigers and leopards.

"color!"

When Brother Zhu saw him hit him two or three times, he couldn't help but shout.

"Weiping, what you said a few days ago, are you really not going to consider it?"

Brother Zhu was talking about letting Wei Ping join Sanqing Mountain.

He had considered this child and believed that he had a pure heart and was honest. He was a natural born saint with a talent for practicing Taoism. If he could enter Mount Sanqing, he would achieve great things in the future.

He could also see that the child's heart was toward the sky.

But no matter how high the sky is, it is not as high as the mother on the earth.

Wei Ping shook his head guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhu."

"No problem, I'm just making a suggestion. It's up to you to decide."

"Now that the flood crisis has been resolved, there is a lot of work to be done in the world. It is up to you to decide whether to stay or go."

During this period, thanks to the help from all over the world, many refugees have not lacked food and clothing. In other words, they are happy to have meat to eat, even if they have to eat fish every day.

As the heavy rain stops and the water is cleared, the refugees will start to move.

They will cultivate new fields and build new houses on the lands of the five continents that have been flooded.

After the disaster, a new life will come.

Refugees also have to make a choice: whether to return to their hometown or stay together here for warmth.

If you don't want to be a farmer anymore, you can also join the projects organized by the sect forces or the Xuanyuan Dynasty, such as dredging rivers, clearing debris, and cleaning up the land of the five continents.

They will be paid and have food.

The treatment will definitely not be bad.

If they want to return to their hometown, there are people to send them back.

"Brother Zhu, our villagers have already discussed and decided to go back."

It's not just their village that thinks this way, but many people think this way.

Returning to one’s roots is their lifelong hope.

No matter how good the outside world is, you have to return to your roots.

"Is that so? Now that you've decided, when are you leaving?"

"About three days later."

Three days later, Wei Ping packed up his things and helped his mother out of the tent. The villagers of the small mountain village had already gathered together.

They asked Zhao Lan about her condition with concern. "Mother Ping'er, how do you feel?"

"Have you been feeling uncomfortable these days?"

"This trip is exhausting. It would be good for you and Brother Ping to stay here. Why bother running back and forth?"

Zhao Lan responded one by one.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm much better now. Don't worry."

The group of about thirty people exchanged greetings for a while, and soon a Taoist priest came and led them onto a large ship that could soar into the sky.

In addition to them, there are other people who are also preparing to go back today.

This was not their first time on a boat. The Taoist priest from Sanqing Mountain was driving a boat like this when he rescued them.

But even so, they were still amazed.

How can a ship fly in the sky?

Wei Ping helped his mother rest inside the boat, fearing that the wind would give her a headache.

Zhao Lan patted the back of her son's hand.

"I really want to go out and take a look. It's not raining now, so it must be very beautiful outside. Mother is not lucky enough to see it. Can Ping'er go and take a look for mother?"

The view outside.
The white clouds are floating and the blue sky remains the same. How long has it been since he last saw the blue sky and white clouds?
It must be beautiful to look down from the big ship.

But Weiping shook his head.

"Mother is the most beautiful. Ping'er, just look at her."

Zhao Lan touched Wei Ping's head.

"Silly boy"

The boat stopped from time to time, and groups of people packed up their bags and returned to their hometowns. After a while, they arrived at the small mountain village.

They got off the boat and returned to the foot of the mountain.

The mountains are no different than before.

It just became a lot balder.

The flood changed the world, and every corner is different from before.

They lost their fields and houses, and had to start all over again.

Fortunately, they worked hard and the Taoist priests did not just send them back.

They were kind-hearted and gave everyone a lot of food, so there wouldn't be any livelihood problems in the short term.

So the men gathered together, built houses, cultivated fields, sowed seeds, and worked day and night.

So the women gathered together, took care of three meals a day, asked about each other's health, took care of the housework, and kept everything in order inside and outside the house.

The small mountain village was soon rebuilt.

Wei Ping had learned some boxing from Brother Zhu and gained some strength. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was already able to protect his mother from wind and rain.

He usually grows crops and takes care of his mother, and helps the villagers when he has time.

As the days passed, the village became lively.

It seemed as if nothing had happened in the small mountain village, and the smell of smoke and fire enveloped the village.

May and June passed, and winter came again.

Wei Ping helped his mother lie down carefully.

Life was not difficult, but my mother's condition did not improve.

That winter day, my mother fell ill in the house.

The fire was burning brightly and the room was warm, but my mother's hands were ice-cold.

"Mom, you should go to sleep soon. Everything will be fine once you fall asleep."

"I will go and get the doctor tomorrow."

The village was small but had everything it needed. There were doctors and teachers there. It was from the teacher that Wei Ping learned to read and understand knowledge.

But the flood came, the teacher disappeared, and the doctor fell into the water while collecting herbs for treating a disease. Now this small village has nothing.

"Mother is fine, don't worry. Mother will not abandon Ping'er."

"Well, Ping'er believes in mother."

Zhao Lan slowly fell asleep amid the slight crackling sound of firewood. Wei Ping was reluctant to let go and held his mother tightly, but even with his anger, he was unable to warm her hands.

It’s so cold, like a block of ice.

I don’t know if it was because my anger was getting stronger or because Zhao Lan felt better, but my cold hands gradually warmed up.

Wei Ping was relieved.

But I still didn't sleep a wink all night.

The next day, he asked Aunt Li next door to help look after his mother, and he quickly ran to the town to ask the doctor to see her.

The doctor examined her for a while and said, "It's an old illness. It was caused during childbirth. In addition, she was overworked and experienced a natural disaster. She hasn't eaten any nutritious food during this period, so she has become weak again."

"Well, I'll prescribe two doses of medicine. You should take a good rest during this period of time and don't get up again."

"There must be enough firewood in the house, so that it won't be cold."

Wei Ping remembered all of them. He gave the little brown rice in the house to the doctor, and also caught one of the two hens that the Taoist priests had given him as medicine and money.

The doctor took it and went to get the medicine.

That night, Zhao Lan drank the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.

Wei Ping confirmed that his mother was fine and left the house.

Aunt Li, Uncle Li and the others had not returned yet and were all looking at him.

"Thank you, Uncle Li and Aunt Li. Thank you for today. Mom has taken the medicine and is already asleep. She is much better now."

"It's okay. We're all neighbors. I won't sit idly by and do nothing if I can help."

Uncle Li patted Wei Ping on the shoulder.

"During this period of time, take good care of your mother at home. No matter what happens, you must be strong."

"I know, Uncle Li."

The two of them comforted Wei Ping for a few more words and then returned to their own rooms.

Uncle Li sighed and leaned back on the kang.

"Sister-in-law Wei, I'm afraid you won't survive this winter."

Wei Ping was still young and could not bear the shock, so Uncle Li asked the doctor about the specific condition. The doctor couldn't hide it and had to say that the disease was terminal and there was no cure.

Aunt Li was an emotional person and couldn't help wiping away her tears.

"Sister-in-law Wei is only in her early thirties. She is only thirty. How could God be so unfair to her?"

She was a girl from the next village. Although her family did not value her, because she was a girl, she was allowed to do all the dirty and tiring work. She was even beaten and scolded and not given food.

After growing up with great difficulty, she was so graceful and elegant that countless people from all over the country came to her to propose marriage to her.

In the end, it was the eldest brother of the Wei family who won the beauty.

When they first came, the couple lived in harmony and love each other very much. I thought they would be a loving couple that everyone envied, and that Sister-in-law Wei would finally get her happy ending after all the hardships.

But they never expected that on that snowy winter day, the eldest brother of the Wei family would never come back, and the sister-in-law of the Wei family would struggle to support the family.

She raised her child with great difficulty, and her hard work was finally rewarded, but then a flood came and she became ill.

Now that Ping Ge'er has grown up, he wants to let go.
Could it be that God really doesn't want to let Sister-in-law Wei enjoy a day of peace and happiness?

".Okay, don't cry, we will take good care of you during this period of time."

"When I was a child, there was a drought and my family was poor. I almost starved to death. It was the eldest brother of the Wei family who lent me a hand and helped me. Now that his wife and children are like this, I can't just sit there and watch."

The Li couple sighed, then turned off the lights and went to bed.

But after they fell asleep, Wei Ping quietly put on his huge axe and picked up his longbow, preparing to go up the mountain.

He listened.

The doctor said that my mother hadn't eaten anything nutritious recently, and it must be because there was no meat in the house.

The fish and meat sent by the Taoist priests have long been eaten. These days, my mother has been eating only wild vegetables and tree roots. My mother wants to eat meat.

He will definitely let his mother eat meat!

It’s not easy to walk in the mountains in winter.

The mountains were covered with snow that was ankle-deep.

He had no sweater or shoes, only a simple pair of straw sandals.

Walking in the snow is like walking naked, it hurts.
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