Abandoned Wife Headed Home: Bringing Fubao to Farming

Chapter 114 Little Fubao is dying?

Before Shen Ying'er picked up Xiao Fubao and took two steps, Xiao Fubao suddenly struggled in her arms.

"What's the matter, Fu Baoer?" Shen Yinger asked.

She was in a hurry, rushing back to clean his wound and apply medicine.

She looked at the location of the wound earlier, hidden behind the hairline, and made a cut.

The cut was a bit long, but not very deep, so the bleeding seemed scary, but it didn't hurt the foundation.

But even so, you have to go back quickly to reduce inflammation and stop bleeding.

However, Xiao Fubao grabbed her clothes and refused to let go.

"Mom, stone, I want a stone!"

"What kind of stone?" Shen Yinger was a little confused.

Xiao Fubao pointed to the stone on the ground that was stained with his blood: "It!"

Shen Yinger frowned. There was a dirty stone on the side of the bag, what do you think you want to take it back for?
Xiao Fubao said: "It was the one that made me knock my head. I want to take it back, lock it up and beat it!"

Shen Ying'er was speechless, a stone, even if you smash it to pieces, it's useless!
"All right, all right, take it back!"

Shen Ying'er didn't want to delay Xiao Fubao's treatment of the wound because of a stone, so she picked up the stone and took it with her.

Qiaomei pulled Goudan and followed behind with a basket on her shoulders.

Wang Dazhuang, Xiao Yuejie and the others also came back to their senses, looking at the figure of Xiao Fubao being carried away, Wang Dazhuang patted his chest and said: "It's so dangerous, I almost got the trick, but luckily it was Xiao Fubao, an idiot who snatched it away." Jump ahead of me!"

Xiao Yuejie looked at the blood on the ground, his fleshy face was snow white with fright.

At this time, Zhou Songxia, who had become a drowned chicken, was finally helped by Fan Shui'e to climb up the river dam and rushed towards the earth bag.

When Zhou Songxia shuddered when she heard the cry of the child earlier, she subconsciously thought that her son Xiao Yuejie was among them!

After carefully identifying it and confirming that it was not Xiao Yuejie's cry, Zhou Songxia breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when Xiao Yuejie saw Zhou Songxia, the little chubby suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, his chubby face convulsed, and then he grinned and cried out forcefully.

Zhou Songxia's heart that had just been relaxed suddenly became tense, she quickly threw off Fan Shui'e's hand, and rushed towards Xiao Yuejie like a gust of wind.

The mouth has already yelled: "Brother Jie, my son, my heart, my liver, what are you doing? Why are you crying? Who the hell is bullying you? You tell mother that mother is coming!" Skinned him!"

Zhou Songxia's words were too frightening, and her ferocious facial expression was even more frightening. Seeing Zhou Songxia rushing towards her like this, the children by the side of the bunker were so frightened that they scattered and ran away.

Zhou Songxia rushed forward and hugged Xiao Yuejie, "My dear son, why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Xiao Yuejie cried and twitched, rubbing his eyes vigorously with his two chubby hands, his face was full of tears, he was choked up and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Not far away, Wang Dazhuang pointed to a pool of blood on the ground, and boldly said loudly: "No one bullied him, it was Xiao Fubao who smashed his head, and made Xiao Pangdun cry!"

"Haha, little fat pier is crying, shy!"

Xiao Yuejie heard Wang Dazhuang laughing at herself, and cried more intensely and loudly.

Zhou Songxia gave Wang Dazhuang a hard look, but her eyes fell on the ground that Wang Dazhuang was pointing at.

"Oh my god, what is that!"

When Zhou Songxia's eyes touched the pool of blood on the ground, she was so frightened that she called out "Mother" and almost jumped up from the ground.

Fan Shui'e also followed, and upon hearing this, she bent down to look at the blood on the ground, and Fan Shui'e was also terrified.

"Is it really Xiao Fubao's blood?" Fan Shui'e asked.

Xiao Yuejie had already fainted from crying in Zhou Songxia's arms, so Wang Dazhuang nodded again.

Fan Shui'e's face showed deep worry.

He murmured, "My God, how much pain the child must have suffered with so much blood!"

At this time, Zhou Songxia, who had been in anger, roaring, worrying, and frantic, suddenly raised her head and laughed loudly.

Fan Shui'e looked at Zhou Songxia in horror. She wondered why she was in a coma. She was crying and screaming and laughing. Was she in a daze?

As a result, Zhou Songxia laughed for a while, hugged Xiao Yuejie, and said to Fan Shui'e in a loud voice: "Sister-in-law, have you seen it? Just as the plague god pushed me into the water, her son got retribution."

"There are so many children who didn't knock their heads, but her little Fubao got his head smashed!"

"Hahaha, with so much blood, maybe you won't be able to live. Even if you can live, you'd be a fool if your head is smashed. Hahaha, the fourth house is going to lose money!"

Fan Shui'e frowned and reminded Zhou Songxia: "Second brother and sister, don't say such weird things, Fu Baoer is the only blood of the fourth child!"

"The only one? Haha, it's not..." Zhou Songxia was so complacent that she stopped speaking suddenly and bit her tongue, as if she was punishing herself, or telling herself not to say what she shouldn't say!
Fan Shui'e was stunned: "Second brother and sister, what did you say just now? What's not?"

Zhou Songxia shook her head again and again: "I mean, if the little broom star is knocked to death, the plague god of the Shen family will not be able to live, this is retribution!"

Fan Shui'e's face darkened again, "The more you talk, the more outrageous you are!"

Zhou Songxia didn't bother to talk to Fan Shui'e, she changed Xiao Yuejie from hugging to holding, there was nothing she could do, this chubby little prick was too fat for her to hug.

Zhou Songxia led Xiao Yuejie back, and said loudly: "Retribution, retribution, and a new house is going to be built. Before the new house was broken, her son's head was broken. It seems that this homestead is not good. Yes, it’s a haunted house, this house can’t be built, if it’s built, it’s going to ruin the family, the family will be ruined…”

Zhou Songxia returned to the village like singing all the way.

Only then can she stop and go along the way from the entrance of the village to the backyard of Lao Xiao’s house. Whenever she meets people, it doesn’t matter whether she is male, female, old or young, whether she has dealt with her or not, and whether others are willing to talk to her or not. Regardless of her wet body, her clothes clinging tightly to her body...

Anyway, she is like a promotional car that drives around in the streets and alleys, playing the same passage repeatedly in the car, she has worked tirelessly!

Because of her vigorous publicity, adding oil and vinegar, and only a few bowls of tea, more than half of the villagers in Xiahe Village got this news:
The homestead that Shen's mother and son chose by the river is a fierce land, and the house built will hurt the owner's family.

Little Fubao was playing at the soil bag near the homestead today, and his head was smashed into two pieces on the flat ground, blood and brains flowed all over the ground...

Shen Yinger shouted loudly that she couldn't survive anymore, and she took the child home. She was afraid that the child would die now.

At the end of the matter, Zhou Songxia has to highlight one point, that is: all this is because Shen Yinger is the god of plague, and Xiao Fubao is the broom star...

Ever since, a bunch of villagers put down their work and rushed to the backyard of Lao Xiao's house.

Regardless of whether it was out of well-intentioned sympathy or just to watch the excitement, for these melon-eating villagers, such a tragedy at the four-bedroom stall of the old Xiao's house was really a sensation in the whole village. If Xiao Fubao really didn't Yes, the fourth house of the Xiao family really wants to cut off the incense.

(End of this chapter)