When Liang Hongying slowly opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the bed of a small wooden house with a sheepskin mattress on her body. As for the smell, it was really not satisfactory. The furnishings in the wooden house were very simple. Apart from a dining table and a few benches, there was no extra furniture inside. There was a rectangular iron box in the corner. Its belly made a beeping sound, and an iron pot was sizzling and hot steam was coming out. Next to the black iron pot was placed a few round "black stones" the size of duck eggs were placed. The room was filled with a special fragrance, as if it was the fragrance emitted by the "black stones" after being roasted.

Looking at Wu Xiaodao who was sleeping soundly and Wu Ruolan who was quiet and elegant, Liang Hongying lay down again with peace of mind. There is no doubt that the group of Yi people who had eaten roast bear meat together not long ago. As for where the owner of this house was originally? Liang Hongying, who was still in peace, didn't care about so many things. Compared with the days when she was in the tree not long ago, she never wanted to experience it again.

When it was dawn, a burst of babbling screams broke the peaceful tranquility of everything. Then, a rapid sound of buckles sounded outside the wooden house where Liang Hongying was. As soon as the door bolt was pulled out, several anxious women rushed in. Before Liang Hongying understood what was going on, the women surrounded her without malicious intentions.

A few hundred meters away, a brightly lit wooden house had already surrounded many black-faced women, some carrying wooden barrels and boiling water, but everyone looked solemn. The moment they saw Liang Hongying appear, everyone seemed to have met a savior and suddenly hugged her into the house.

Everything in front of her shocked her. She saw a woman with a big belly lying on a bed. She was originally uneasy, nervous, and panic, and suddenly calmed down. A lot of blood-filled amniotic fluid flowed out of her lower body. Several savage women stood aside with fists and rolled up their sleeves, as if they were about to have a big fight. When they were on both sides, they placed their big hands above the belly of the almost dysfunctional woman, preparing for a rude midwife.

Although Liang Hongying gave birth to Ping'er and was barely considered half a person, she was not good at giving birth. After all, the midwife asked her to take care of everything at that time. When she suddenly encountered such a difficult thing, she was a little confused. However, at this critical moment, if this matter was not handled well, not only would it be possible to have one corpse and two lives, but even the place where the three of them could temporarily stay might be lost.

Just when Liang Hongying was in trouble, a yellow book was handed to her. It was "Qianjin Fang" written by Sun Simiao. The words in it were written in Chinese characters. The women began to stumble and point and point. It was obvious that everyone in the room had great hope for this book of heaven. It seemed that the midwife or doctor in the Yi people used to deliver or treat them according to the map.

Liang Hongying looked at the reactions of the people around her, staring at each other quietly with big eyes and no one spoke. Just when Liang Hongying was at a loss, Wu Ruolan suddenly plunged in.

Compared to Liang Hongying's distractedness, Wu Ruolan, who was young, looked extremely calm on her face.

"Ying Niang, I have seen this book "Qianjin Fang" on my father's bookshelf before. As long as you follow the above method, it is not too difficult to help her give birth to this child."

"real?"

"As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, let alone two lives."

Wu Ruolan kept gesturing at the busy women. It was obvious that these people were greatly inspired, and their expressions staring at Liang Hongying became more and more pious and hot.

Liang Hongying slowly opened her mouth and her face began to turn white. After a long time, she whispered her mouth and a tear came out. "Ruolan, you cheated me! You told them that I will not give birth to a child. This is a matter of life. If something happens, we cannot afford such a great responsibility."

"Oh, I said Ying Niang, isn't there a book? I turned it over and there was a picture on it. Maybe she was born by herself as soon as she tried her best. Ying Niang, you take care of her here. If you are born, we are lucky. If these poor aunts encounter such a thing, even if we are passers-by, we have to sacrifice our lives to help, let alone the current situation. Let's do it! Grip your teeth! After all, there is a book, and I'll help you here. Whether it's dead or alive, let's take a look."

Liang Hongying unfolded the book from her eyes, and it turned out to be as Wu Ruolan said, there was a special painting. Looking at the wrinkled book, she almost knelt down. At this time, anyone would exchange for it, I'm afraid she wouldn't want it!

Liang Hongying calmed down and slowly walked to the woman who was about to be born, knelt down, pinched her wrist with her fingers, and took her pulse, as if it was still like that. After that, Liang Hongying slowly moved the other person's pants down, and saw a large yellow piece below the belly. Things were urgent. Liang Hongying slowly put her ears on, listened for a while, and smiled.

"Ruolan, I will definitely not complete this matter by myself. Don't you know the words on it? You hold this book and turn to this page. You keep pronunciating it. Whenever I say I will read the next paragraph, you will read the next paragraph. In this way, I don't have to read it. My good Lan'er, don't read it wrong!"

So Ruolan obediently knelt down, picked up the book, held it in front of her chest, and began to pronounce it loudly. When she met a word she didn't recognize, she stopped and asked Liang Hongying, who was sweating on her face. After reading it for a while and repeating it again, Ruolan no longer needed the book "Qianjin Fang" to memorize it wordlessly, which naturally helped Liang Hongying, who was beside her to relieve a lot of burden. The first few pages were read very quickly, and the more she went, the time for repetition became longer and longer. I don't know how long she read it, but suddenly, Liang Hongying said "Ah" and Wu Ruolan hurriedly raised her eyes, and saw Liang Hongying sweating, panting and saying, "It's out! Ruolan! Read it quickly! You little man!"

Liang Hongying, who was unrestrained, might have called the bloody little head scared! Wu Ruolan, who was struck while the iron was hot, hurriedly buried her head again, almost shouting a few passages of the picture where a child came out. The ups and downs, the sounds of ups and downs were swinging around the house, and the surrounding forests were swinging. At this time, who would pass by here and hear it from afar, must have thought a madman was going crazy. It can be seen that Wu Ruolan, who was young, was also very stimulated by the current situation. She could persevere, so naturally thanks to her father Wu Yonglin. Liang Hongying took the time to look at the women around her. The women knelt on the ground with their hands on their knees, looking at themselves, their faces were extremely serious, like believers who listened to preaching. They probably thought Liang Hongying and Wu Ruolan were chanting spells.

Everything around him seemed to be a little unbearable for the young Ruolan. She heard her childish voice begin to float, her tongue and mouth seem to be silenced, unable to cooperate, and began to twitch north and north. As for the hands holding the book, they seemed to be numb, and they began to tremble up and down. Sweats kept flowing down her little face, confusing her eyes. At the young age, she was extremely strong. She wiped her eyes, held the floor with one hand, pressed the book with the other, and then shouted.

I suddenly heard Liang Hongying beside me shouting, "Ruolan, I told you to stop thinking about it, you won't hear it. Please let them come and help me."

Wu Ruolan beat a clever move, jumped up from the ground, and began to gaze at the women around her.

"This is the child! Whoever was born is like this. Look at yourself when you were a child. Your little face was wrinkled like walnuts, your eyes were squeezed, your mouth was like a toothless old lady, pouting, your body was full of folds, your hands and feet were cramped."

"Ying Niang, what should I do with this umbilical cord?"

"Why not bite your dad before, didn't he say that the saliva was disinfected?"

"You have to go down, come on."

"Then I can't always hold it like this. I feel like I'm almost unable to use my strength now."

Wu Ruolan suddenly saw the cigarette and said, "Yes, burn the knife red, that's also disinfecting."

"You little ghost, are you going to punish someone?"

Wu Ruolan shook her head and stood up, took a knife handed over by a black woman, walked to the iron box that was burning in the room, put the knife in, and blew the charcoal fire with her mouth. After a while, she pulled out the knife, and the middle of the knife was burned blue and white, with a slight smoke. Wu Ruolan handed the knife to the black woman, demonstrated to her, and stabbed her in the umbilical cord. The black woman kept standing there, took the knife, looked at Liang Hongying, and then looked at Wu Ruolan.

Wu Ruolan shouted suddenly, "Quick!"

The black woman looked at the knife again, then looked at her mother in the dark, then looked at Wu Ruolan, then looked at Liang Hongying, who was kneeling, suddenly tightened, she moaned for a moment, pressed the knife, and a burst of blue smoke. A smell of smoke.

The child was still in Liang Hongying's hands, but he finally left his mother. It's so damn hard to be a damn person. When he grows up, he can do anything, but at this time someone has to help him survive.

Liang Hongying knelt down and tied the umbilical cords at both ends. He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat on his face with his hands, and immediately had blood marks on his face. Her shoulders collapsed, bent down, and her thin arms were supported on the ground, with her head drooping, and the sweat on her back slowly flowed down, drop after drop, slowly forming large beads of sweat, falling to the ground.

"I'm alive, let's wash."

Just as everyone was scooping boiling water into the wooden bucket, they suddenly heard a sharp, bright, and never heard sound in the wooden house, which was buzzing in the crowded wooden house. Everyone turned around and saw Liang Hongying lifting the baby upside down and patting the baby's back with his hands. When the baby cried, Liang Hongying held the baby in his hand and laughed, "Silly boy, I've been holding you up all the time, why did I forget that you haven't cried yet? Don't cry, don't cry, it's mine. Don't blame me, I'm the same as you, it's the first time! Hahaha..."
Chapter completed!