madman and kidnapper

Chapter 64
The village chief wanted to pull the kidnapper up, but his legs and feet were not very flexible. It was not easy to pick up such a sloppy person from the ground.

"Hey, village chief!" Someone next to him covered his mouth with his hand and greeted the village chief, "Village chief, you let him howl, he is holding back in his heart, it will be fine after howling!"

The village head was so angry that he glanced at the man. Although what he said was reasonable, it was clearly written on the man's face that he was watching the fun. Isn't that too obvious?The village chief sighed and looked at the guy on the ground who was getting more and more troublesome, stomped his feet, and sat down on the stone beside him as if giving up. Therefore, this path became a stage for the kidnapper alone, and the "kind" villagers lit up He turned on the lamp in front of his house, and helped the buffoon who was "singing a big show" shine the light.

If a person has torn his face to a certain extent, he doesn't care how embarrassing he is. The kidnapper became more and more energetic. Counting from the lies he had received secretly when he was a child, he complained one after another, and even Then he poured these resentments on the heads of those who bullied him. Needless to say, the village chief, when the kidnapper mentioned his parents, the old man turned his head away, and he didn't argue with him like he used to. People who lose their minds care about, is that something a normal person can do?

The village chief expected that he would settle the old score, but it didn't mean that others could also expect that those people who originally wanted to watch the excitement stood in a crowd, and at some point they were picked up by the kidnapper. After five or six steps away, those words were slapped on the face of the person concerned like a slap, and the person who was edited quickly avoided, and kept chanting:

"Ah, you said you married a crazy woman, and you fell into a madness yourself. Listen, what are you talking about?"

When one person leaves, other people will gather around. There is no shortage of spectators in the world.

The kidnapper scolded for a long time, until his voice became hoarse and he did not stop. Finally, a few short-eyed mosquitoes flew from nowhere and buzzed around the "watering can" for a few bites. The "watering can" felt painful. Itching, I stretched out my hand to scratch at the neck, scratching and scratching, as if pressing the off button, the people who were excitedly throwing stones just now disappeared.

The village chief closed his eyes at some point, and just sat on the rock and hugged his crutches to doze off. Now when the kidnapper suddenly stopped making a sound, he turned his head to look strangely.

"Enough howling?"

The village chief looked at the scratching Poppi amusedly, and Poppi rolled his eyes, but when he opened his mouth again, his voice was hoarse, but it didn't delay him from cursing:
"You don't care! It's none of your business whether I howl or not!"

As he said that, Poppi got up from the ground, slapped his buttocks and was about to leave. When he moved, the people watching the excitement next to him gave a surprised "hey", as if to say: Is this the end?

"Where are you going? Let's go, come to my house, I have something to tell you." The village chief stepped forward to hold the kidnapper in three steps.

"Where are you going? Whoever wants to go to your house is not enough to be buried. My baby is still sick, so I don't have time to chat with you."

The kidnapper limped along, patting the ashes off his buttocks as he walked, and muttering words that no one else could hear.

The onlookers licked their dry lips unsatisfied, and then dispersed, leaving the village chief standing there sighing and looking up at the sky.

After that night, Guangzong followed Aunt Wang. Although the farm work was heavy, Aunt Wang looked at the kidnapper as a caring person, so she was tired and helped take care of her. Although it was a hot spot, it was better than getting sick again This time.

A plum cherry tree was planted on Aunt Wang's field. Aunt Wang found a shabby old man's clothes and spread them in a cool place. She put Guangzong on it, and cut a long piece of cloth and tied it to Guangzong's feet to prevent it from falling. Let the little boy run around, but there are wells everywhere in the field, don't let anyone who can't see which well falls into it, then who can see it?
The hairy cherries ripened early, and the one on the ground had been picked long ago, leaving some rotten fruit on the ground, which turned into black dried fruit after being exposed to the sun. Guangzong happily sat there and picked up two berries I stuffed it into my mouth, Xu felt that it was not a good taste, I gave up after stuffing it twice, I just tossed it back and forth for fun, fortunately, otherwise, who knows when, those rotten fruits would choke on the little baby Come out for good or bad.

Guangzong is willing to follow Aunt Wang. He is just at the age of knowing things, and he likes to look at new things. In the past, Tao Qing just took him to sit on the street, or go to other people's houses to chat, how could he catch up with this time? On the ground, looking at the grasshoppers and ants crawling on the ground, there are still a few little house sparrows falling in front of my eyes from time to time. The house sparrow looked at the little boy who was happily slapping his thigh, and jumped up with two "chirps". He flung his wings and left.

In the first few days, the delicate little baby was bitten by unknown insects, and a few small bags appeared on the legs and arms. Aunt Wang followed the local method, got some incense ash and smeared on those bags. Regardless of whether it worked, in the end, Aunt Wang carried him to the field again, and lit a plate of mosquito coils where the baby could not reach. It choked a little, but the number of bites was less.

Without the bondage of Guangzong, the kidnapper spent more and more time on the mountain, basically staying in the chicken coop from morning to night, except for occasionally going to the field to pick up some broken vegetable leaves thrown by others, and basically not going out of the chicken coop.

"He just raised those chickens like his sons!"

On this day, Li Er was tired from work, looked at the child still held by his mother-in-law, and suddenly said angrily:

"My son doesn't take good care of him, and he has to go up the mountain to serve the chickens. What kind of temperament is this? Is there such a father? I don't think he wants a baby anymore!"

As soon as Li Er's voice fell, the kid behind him suddenly raised his voice, crying louder than the louder, Aunt Wang gave her old man a fist in reproach, and quickly shook the baby to coax:
"Oh, oh, don't cry, don't cry, your uncle is talking nonsense, I will beat him for you..."

Guangzong just cried, and when he hiccupped, he was tired. He lay on Aunt Wang's thick arms and became confused.

Li Er was embarrassed by this move, but he was still unconvinced, and shouted with his neck stuck:

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right," Aunt Wang was afraid of waking Guangzong up again, so she stretched out her hands to pinch him, "You're right, okay? You don't even think about it, how can he feel better when that woman ran away? Let him take care of him all day long." With a child sitting there thinking about it, it’s better to let him find some work for himself, when he’s tired, his mind won’t turn, won’t he not be able to think about those messy things? You’re also confused!”

"Oh! That's it..." Li Er suddenly realized that he didn't think it was troublesome to take care of his children. Anyway, his own children have grown up. A grandson, that's a blessing for everyone, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)