So every time, Yingbao would only inject a little into the gourd, just enough to pour about three or four bowls.
When her little brothers were thirsty, she would hand them a long bamboo tube, which was filled with clear water.
The two little boys didn't understand anything and never questioned where the water came from. After drinking their fill, they would leave some for their older siblings, so the Jiang Family never really felt the water shortage.
"Mom, I'm thirsty, so thirsty, I want water!" Children would occasionally whine for water.
Even Jiang Jiu's two little grandchildren were crying for water.
Jiang Jiu glanced at the two big gourds of the Jiang Family, then ran over with dry, cracked lips to ask, "Uncle, does your family still have water?"
"Let me check." The old man Jiang picked up his family's gourd and shook it, "Seems like there's still some, bring a bowl, I'll pour some for you."