Chapter 27 I can cure Cao'er's disease - "Cash Mountain 1957: Two pounds of pork in exchange for a wife"

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"Rou Xue, what are you doing? Get up!" Li Qingshan was slightly startled, and quickly lifted the weak Rou Xue up from the ground.

As soon as his hands touched Rouxue's arm, Li Qingshan's heart tightened.

In recent years, Rouxue must have been hungry a lot. There is nothing on these two arms, and they are extremely thin. Normally, the sleeves of her clothes are wider and can cover them, so they cannot be seen. They can only be noticed by touching them.

"Qingshan, sister, please, Cao'er is dying!"

"This child has never had a good day with me. Before he left, he wanted to eat a bowl of meat. Please...!"

"You can do anything you want me to do!"

Rouxue's frail body fell helplessly into Li Qingshan's arms, begging bitterly.

"What's wrong with your daughter?" Li Qingshan asked with concern.

"I'm seriously ill and I'm about to die!" Rouxue looked like a flower with a hint of rain. She was so endearing that she couldn't help but want to hold her in her arms and comfort her.

"Weren't you fine some time ago?"

"Just wait a moment!"

"I'll go back with you later to take a look!"

Li Qingshan took the broken bowl from Rouxue's hand and walked into the yard.

"Ah...!"

When Rouxue heard Li Qingshan's words, a blush rose on her cheeks. Could it be that Li Qingshan wanted to come to her home and let herself serve him?

But what should I do if my daughter sees it?

That’s all.

Later, he could only ask Li Qingshan to make less noise, so as not to disturb his daughter.

Useless to myself.

He didn't let his daughter live a good life for a day, but being able to eat this bite of meat today was like fulfilling her daughter's wish.

soon.

Li Qingshan brought out a bowl of meat in a broken bowl, which was also covered with three or four pancakes. The pancakes did not look like corn pancakes, but seemed to be pancakes freshly baked with flour, and they also gave off a faint smell of wheat.

Rouxue couldn't help but swallowed secretly.

Immediately he said with a hint of gratitude in his tone: "Qingshan, thank you!"

I just begged Li Qingshan to give me a bowl of meat, and then used my body to repay him, but I never thought that Li Qingshan also gave me a few more pancakes, all of which were made of wheat flour. This is a fine grain!!

How many families in the entire Shixi Village can afford to eat?

Even the village party secretary’s family couldn’t afford it.

"Let's go!"

After Li Qingshan said that, he followed Rouxue to his home, opened the door and walked in.

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