There is a third master Liu in my hometown. The old man is a decent person. Everyone in the village likes to ask him to be a witness.

The old man is not only respected by adults, but also often chases a bunch of runny children behind his butt. Why, because the third master is full of treasures, and he likes to tell stories and solve riddles to these slugs when he has nothing to do. This story is what the third master told me.

When the third master was young, he had two sons, the second son Yinwa, who grew to be six years old, smart and loved by everyone.

In the winter, a good child fell ill, first with a fever, begged the Bodhisattva, and burned incense ashes for the child to drink.

Third Grandma kept watching night and night, boiling water to wipe the child's body, and it didn't get better in the past four or five days. The Third Master knew medical skills, and asked the Third Grandma to carry the child over to prick and bleed the child. After taking the child over, the Third Master looked at it carefully and was shocked.

It turned out that there was a bag on the child's neck that looked like a sore, but it was not.

What made the Third Master change his face was the position of this thing, it grew impartially in the middle of the throat bone.

The Third Master did not dare to neglect, and instructed the Third Grandma to cook herbs to apply to the affected area of the silver baby. He quickly ran to the neighboring village to find his buddy, the eldest gentleman.

After seeing the silver baby, the eldest gentleman also looked solemn. He pulled the third master into the backyard and sighed, "Third brother, ask this child what he wants to eat and drink!"

The third master understood as soon as he heard it, and smoked a stuffy cigarette and asked, "Even you can't do it?" The eldest gentleman nodded in shame and said, "Second nephew, this is not an ordinary boil, this is the bad thing mentioned in the medical book. Before, I have never seen anyone grow it. The medical book said that this bad thing was born to ask for its life, so you should be prepared earlier!" "It doesn't work if you open it hard?" "It's the same everywhere, why let the child suffer that crime!"

Speaking of this, the third grandma secretly heard the words of the eldest gentleman, and she had already cried tears. The third master only has these two sons under his knees, and the eldest is naive, and this second child is smart and clever, with a delicate face, and is particularly loved, but he has this strange disease. Seeing that his life is not guaranteed, how can it not make people sad?

The third master sent the eldest master away and asked the silver baby what she wanted to eat with red eyes. The silver baby couldn't open her eyes, but she still shook her head sensibly and said weakly, "Father, mother, I don't want to eat anything." The third master originally wanted to ask all the people in the village to satisfy the silver baby, but the silver baby didn't want anything.

Third Grandmother clenched her teeth, boiled the potion to reduce the fever of the silver baby, and cried so hard that her throat was already hoarse. Third Grandfather put on his hat and went out. Third Grandmother saw that it was time to hold the lamp, and Third Grandfather still wanted to go out.

It could be seen that Jinwa was so hungry that she had to cook some gruel. When Xiaomi put it in the pot, she heard movement in the yard. When she opened the door, she saw a kind old lady asking for water.

The third grandmother was kind-hearted and quickly let her in. The old lady drank water but did not leave. Her eyes kept slipping in the direction where the silver baby lay.

The matriarch smiled and said, "My ancestor practiced medicine for many years, but you are willing to let me take a look."

Third Grandma quickly wiped away her tears and dragged the silver baby in the direction of Kang. The old lady looked at the silver baby's neck for a long time before saying, "I can cure this disease, but..." Third Grandma heard this, fell to the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to the old lady three times: "Old man, if you can save my son, I would be happy to ask for my life!"

The old lady helped Third Grandma up: "I don't mean that, I mean that this disease can be cured, but this child's eyes can't be saved. Although the sore is on the neck, it is rooted in the eyes. If you open this sore, your eyes will be blind, you are willing!" "Yes, yes! As long as you can save the child's life, you are not afraid without the eyes, you are not afraid!"

The matriarch nodded, took out a silver needle from her bosom, and asked the Third Grandma to turn her head. Third Grandma couldn't help but look back. Just as she saw the matriarch use the silver needle to pick open the boil, one of Silver Baby's eyeballs immediately flowed out, and Third Grandma fell to the ground with an "oops" sound.

The old lady sprinkled a handful of yellow medicine noodles on the silver baby's wound, comforted the third grandmother and said, "This child has a hard life and should break his facial features. This is brought by life, and you don't have to feel too uncomfortable." The third grandmother was about to kneel down and kowtow again, and was in a hurry to borrow eggs to make a bowl of pimple soup for the old lady to drive away the cold.

The old lady waved her hand: "No need, this is also a tit for tat. You saved my child, and I saved your child today as a return of love, you don't have to take it to heart."

The third grandma wanted to break her head, but she couldn't figure out when they had saved someone. The old lady bared her teeth and smiled: "Wait until your boss comes back and asks." After saying that, she went east, and the third grandma sent it out.

Third Grandma went back to the house and touched Silver Baby's forehead, but it was really not hot anymore, and her heart was a little calmer. As soon as Third Grandpa entered the door with a sad face, Third Grandma hurriedly told Third Grandpa about this strange thing. Third Grandpa was confused when he heard what Third Grandpa said. Running to bed and seeing Silver Baby breathing smoothly, he probably understood what was going on, and thinking that the coffin board he had been begging for a long time could not be used, Third Grandpa cried with joy.

The third master remembered it for a long time, but he could not remember where he had saved other people's children, so he had to sleep with his clothes on. In his sleep, a young master in white handed over to him, saying that he thanked the third master for not killing him back then, and specially asked his mother to repay the kindness, so that the third master could accept their kindness with peace of mind. After saying that, the young master turned into a white fox and left.

The third Master woke up and suddenly remembered an incident a few years ago.

At that time, the Third Master was still young. Although he was a kind person, he liked to go into the mountains to hunt a living creature and chase a rabbit. He carried a shotgun into the mountains every other month and never came back empty-handed.

Speaking of the famine that year, the third master also went hunting more frequently in the forest. That afternoon, the sun was so hot that people felt dizzy. The third master carried two hares home, and as he walked through the concave land, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

It didn't matter at first glance, Third Master actually found a drunk fox on the branch of the big tree in the south, snoring and sleeping soundly, his head hanging down and not waking up.

The third Master was bold, and as he looked at it, he was happy, while estimating how much the white fox's fur was worth. In fact, the Third Master had some principles of hunting, and if it weren't for famine, he wouldn't have the intention to catch a fox. The third Master just squinted his eyes and looked at the fox, and the fox, unaware that someone was going to catch him to exchange money, was still stuck in the tree branch and snoring sweetly.

The third master looked and looked, thought and thought, and did a long ideological struggle. Suddenly sighed, thinking that the fox was still drinking at this time, and he must have been practicing for many years, so he was killed like this. So the third master licked his chapped lips, supported the fox's hanging head to the branch of the tree, and whispered, "Isn't it a little more comfortable to sleep like this?" After taking a few steps, he came back and pulled down two branches from the height to cover the fox's body, so that the fox slept in the shade of the tree.

The third master could no longer sleep, and told the third grandmother about this past. The third grandmother heard that the old lady was turned into a fox fairy, and she was extremely surprised. The third master was also filled with emotion.

The next morning, the third master got up early and carried the shotgun up the mountain. He resolutely threw the shotgun down the cliff and vowed never to kill again.

Later, this story became a family heirloom of the Liu family. The third master would tell it again after drinking wine. At the end, he always said with infinite emotion: "This person, his heart must be kind, you don't know when your kind thoughts can save lives!" The whole family nodded and said yes, sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishes the moth gauze lamp.