If you don't work hard to farm, you can only be a wealthy young grandmother

Chapter 127 The little girl is pitiful

Xie Yan was so watched that she couldn't help reaching out and touching her face, thinking: Could it be that there is something on my face?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little girl started talking again.

Xie Yan had to squat down:

"What's your name, kid?" He asked softly.

"Nah."

nah nah?

Isn't that Zhao Zhiqing's daughter?

I've seen this little girl before, but I didn't see the front, so I didn't recognize it for a while.

"Your mother is Zhao Xiangxin, right?"

The little girl nodded her head cutely:
"Yes."

"Then did you find me for something?"

The little girl's eyes burst into tears instantly, but Xie Yan was terrified:

"Oh, don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry, okay?"

Why did you suddenly cry?
This is for people to see, maybe they think they have done something to the little girl.

Xie Yan even softened his voice:
"Hey, don't cry, can you tell me something?"

Let's have a nice talk, shall we?

The little girl was finally coaxed, she stopped crying, her little hand loosened from Xie Yan's trousers, and grabbed Xie Yan's little finger instead:
"Auntie. Auntie. Ill. Ill." She whispered intermittently.

Xie Yan heard clearly:
"You mean your mother is sick?"

I seemed to have seen Zhao Zhiqing in the field in the morning.

The little girl pulled Xie Yan:

"Auntie. Mother. Help."

Ok?
Xie Yan looked at the little girl carefully, stuttering?

I heard Zhou Zhiqing mentioned before that the daughter of Zhao Zhiqing's family should be almost three years old, but a three-year-old child can basically speak coherently, unless there is a problem.

Also, the bang that the little girl said?

Is it a help?
Forget it, just take a trip by yourself.

"Little friend, can you take Auntie to your house? Auntie is going to find your mother."

Sure enough, the little girl nodded decisively in agreement, and then pulled Xie Yan away.

But how fast a little girl can go, it took several minutes to reach Xie Zhong's house.

The Xie family's house is the best in the whole village. It is said to be the ancestral house left by previous generations.

When Xie Yan and the little girl went in, they didn't see anyone else, and the little girl seemed to be rushing and dragging people towards a certain house.

The door opened with a creak.

"Mom~" the little girl called out.

The people inside heard the voice:
"Is it Nannan?" The voice was weak, even accompanied by constant coughing.

Xie Yan heard: Are you really sick?

Then he said:

"Zhao Zhiqing, I'm Xie Yan, can I come in?"

The people inside paused:
"Thank you Zhiqing for coming in."

Xie Yan entered the room together with the little girl, the curtains were pulled down in broad daylight, and there was no light in the room, it was very dark, but a figure was vaguely seen lying on the big bed not far away.

"Zhao Zhiqing is sick?"

No response was heard, but a series of coughs:

"Cough, cough, cough, baby, why don't you go play in the yard for a while? Talk to my aunt."

The little girl tilted her head, and after a few seconds, she made a movement and jumped out.

After the little girl went out, with a snap, the lights in the room were turned on.

Xiejia Village was connected to electricity the year before last, but the people in the village were reluctant to pay the electricity bill, so they often still lit kerosene lamps, unless necessary.

As soon as the light is turned on, the room is instantly brightened.

Xie Yan finally saw Zhao Xiangxin lying on the bed:
"Zhao Zhiqing, what are you?"

It was fine when I was working in the field in the morning, but why both sides of the face are swollen, the corner of the mouth is broken, and blood beads are still oozing out, and the exposed arms are also bruised and purple, and the rest depends on it When they arrived, they were all covered by sheets.

(End of this chapter)