Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 22 Knife Injury
"What's going on here?"

"What happened?"

"Or did you... fight with someone?"

Liu Ye'er, Fat Miao'er, and Wei Shu didn't care about hiding from the rain, and ran over quickly, looking at Compass and Li Xiaodao with questioning eyes.

One of the sleeves of the compass was torn, and one of the cloths was wrapped around Li Xiaodao's head. There was bright red blood oozing from a corner of his forehead, which soaked the cloth, and the red mark became bigger and bigger under the action of the rain. It looks rather scary.

"Blame me!"

Luo Pan gave himself a hard punch, with a face full of self-blame, and explained with tears: "The knife was made like this to help me."

Compass narrated what happened exactly.

It turned out that he had been doing the job of guiding and pointing people on the pier. Today, in order to snatch customers, he had a physical conflict with another person and got into a fight.

Hearing the sound, Li Xiaodao came over to help, but accidentally bumped his head during the scuffle.

That's what happened now.

"If only I could bear it."

Compass regretted endlessly, his eyes were red, and two teardrops swirled in the eye sockets.

"Don't blame yourself, you don't want to."

Wei Shu raised his hand to stop Luo Pan's shoulder, and patted it lightly.

What's the point of holding anyone accountable when something has already happened?

"It's none of your business." Li Xiaodao also comforted Luo Pan in turn.

"We don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble."

Li Xiaodao understands that if they admit their cowardice this time, it will be difficult for them to hang out on the pier in the future.

The wind howled outside the window, and the rainfall gradually increased. The wind blew the raindrops and poured in obliquely along the gap, wet the ground, and wet the clothes of several people.

"careful!"

Liu Ye'er stood on tiptoe, raised her hand, and gently covered Li Xiaodao's wound.

"Your head is injured, you must not get wet in the rain." Liu Ye'er's eyes showed worry.

In ancient times, the medical conditions were poor, and a bad treatment would kill a person.

"Don't stand here." Fat Miao'er had sharp eyes, and saw that Li Xiaodao's back was already wet.

So he stretched out his fleshy little hand, pointed to the open space where she and Liu Ye'er were standing just now, and said, "Go over there."

There is no rain.

Several people moved over, Wei Shu moved a small stool for Li Xiaodao to sit on, Liu Ye'er found a clean handkerchief to re-bandage Li Xiaodao's wound, Compass found dry wood to start a fire.

The five children gathered in a circle to warm themselves by the fire.

"When will this rain stop!" Fat Miao'er raised his head and looked at the sky through the broken window paper.

The sky was dark, shrouded in dark clouds, with occasional flashes of lightning.

"It should be soon, right? It's been down for almost an hour..." Liu Ye'er said so, but she didn't have much confidence in her heart.

She picked up a branch and picked the fire to make it burn hotter.

"Hopefully it ends sooner."

With a sigh, the voices of several people were spoken.

In midsummer, rainy days are the most difficult days. The ruined temple is humid and there is no place to rest. It is also very cold at night, and it is the easiest to catch cold.

"Grumble!"

With a soft sound, Fat Miao'er reflexively put her little hand on her stomach, and her fleshy face wrinkled into a bun.

"Are you hungry?" Liu Ye'er turned around and looked at her tenderly.

Fat Miao'er is young, and when he is growing up, he is most likely to be hungry.

He said softly, "I'll go get you something to eat."

After speaking, he stood up, walked to the corner where they piled up their luggage, found the iron pot, and took out some wild vegetable dumplings steamed last night from it.

"Eat something, to pad your stomach." Liu Ye'er shared one for each of them.

Wei Shu stretched out his hand to take it, felt it, it was a little cold, and said: "I'll go boil some water, drink some warm water, it will also warm me up."

He returned the wild vegetable dumpling to Liu Ye'er and asked her to help hold it.

I found a small earthen pot for making soup, scooped up a pot of water, and set it directly on the burning fire to burn it.

After a while, the water boiled, bubbling and bubbling.

Wei Shu picked up the clay pot through his clothes and poured a bowl for everyone.

"Thank you!" Fat Miao'er thanked her, held it in her hand and blew lightly, took a small sip, drank the hot water, and a warm current spread throughout her body, spreading to her limbs, dispelling the chill.

Really cool!
Fat Miao'er pursed her lips, smiled contentedly, and took another sip, two, three sips while it was hot...

During the period, I didn’t forget to put the wild vegetable dumpling on the water to smoke it, and rub it to get warm.

In this way, the five of them finished the meal with a mouthful of wild vegetable dumpling and a mouthful of water.

Slowly as time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the night fell unconsciously, and the rain gradually stopped.

Fat Miao'er couldn't help dozing off, her eyelids drooped, her little head wobbled, and slammed on Liu Ye'er's shoulder.

Fat Miao'er opened her sleepy eyes, rubbed her head, and was awake for a moment.

"Does it hurt?"

Liu Ye'er didn't care about her shoulder, and quickly reached out to touch Fat Miao'er's head.

"It doesn't hurt." Fat Miao'er shook her head.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said softly, "It's sleepy."

Sleepy?
Liu Ye'er stood up, moved her hands and feet, stood on tiptoe, walked to the door with a clean place, opened the door and looked.

"The rain has stopped."

Liu Ye'er breathed a sigh of relief, with joy in her voice.

After the rain, the sky cleared and the moon came out, so the night was not really dark.

"Let's rest." Liu Ye'er suggested.

Not only Fat Miao'er was sleepy, she was sleepy too, even Wei Shu, Luo Pan, and Li Xiaodao also fell asleep.

"Okay!" Several people responded at the same time, got up one after another, extinguished the burning fire, and kicked the ashes aside.

Wei Shu carried the luggage and said, "It's relatively dry here, the knife and the abacus should stay here tonight."

"Ye'er and Fat Miao'er live there." Wei Shu pointed at the place where they put their luggage.

"What about you?" Liu Ye'er asked.

"I live there." Wei Shu turned and looked at another corner.

It was also rained there, but it was much better than other places.

In this way, after the distribution was completed, several people spread their luggage separately.

After a while.

Fat Miao'er was lying on the floor, twisting her body and turning back and forth, apparently not sleeping comfortably.

Seeing this, Liu Ye'er pulled up her quilt, and then tucked it back, so that it was tightly wrapped.

After a few breaths.

Fat Miao'er rolled, her fleshy body got into Liu Ye'er's arms, her little head still rubbed against her chin, fluffy like a soft little animal.

Liu Ye'er's body froze, then she laughed, and slowly stretched out her hand to put on Fat Miao'er's back, patting it lightly.

Like how her mother coaxed her when she was a child, coaxing Fat Miao'er, she said in a soft voice: "Sleep, sleep, little fat Miao'er, go to sleep..."

As if infected, Fat Miao'er gradually relaxed and fell asleep.

It was a very peaceful sleep.

Until midnight, there was a faint sound in the ruined temple.

"Water, I want water..."

(End of this chapter)