Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1915 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits (197)

Could it be... Could it be that the third child is really not his son, but the second child is?

When the old woman gave birth in the inn, he didn't go outside to find Mrs. Wen, and he wasn't there.

After returning, the old woman had already given birth, and she quietly told him that the second child was brought into the house by someone, and was a child of a wealthy family.

Later, they regarded it as a pair of twin sons.

Due to various reasons, they put all their attention on the second child, and they only wanted to educate him well, train him, and in exchange for greater benefits in the future, so they completely ignored the third child.

They have always thought that the third child is their own, even if they treat him too much, they cannot escape their control.

A word of filial piety can suppress him for a lifetime.

But unexpectedly... the son he thought was his real son suddenly became a picked one.

Now, he really doesn't know which one is his own son and which one he picked up.

Looking at the silent third son and the cold-faced granddaughter, old man Qiao knew that there was no room for turning around, so he could only temporarily suppress his thoughts.

"Okay, can you give me some water first, and some food? I haven't eaten anything for two days."

Qiao Laosan took out a small cloth bag from his arms, took out a coarse grain pancake and handed it to him.

Old man Qiao almost snatched it, holding the pancake and biting it fiercely, without thinking about chewing, he swallowed it directly, his eyes turned white, and he beat his chest hard.

It was Qiao Lao San who delivered the water bag in time and gave him a few big mouthfuls of water, so that he didn't choke to death directly.

After taking the man back, Yun Miao explained to the big guys, and made some careful arrangements.

Then the broken leg bone was connected to old man Qiao, bandages and planks were wrapped, and medicine was applied.

Of course, it's not a very good medicine, and it can't be compared with the medicine given to Qiao Laosan. At most, it can make him stand up in the future.

But it is impossible to run, jump, and carry heavy loads like ordinary people.

There was an extra old man Qiao in the team, and everyone automatically became more cautious, especially when eating mutated animal meat, they all hid it.

And no longer casually discuss matters of cultivation.

Joe's third son went to the side of the road to find a broken wooden cart and pulled the old man onto it.

He has already made a plan in his heart to send the old man to his two sons. From now on, he will have nothing to do with their family.

In the future, whether he will die or live, whether he lives well or not, has nothing to do with him.

When she was on the road again, Hui Niang was in a bad mood, she didn't even talk much, and the whip in her hand was thrown to the side of the road from time to time.

The whistling sound of the whip frightened the old man Qiao, who was still about to take Joe, shrunk his neck, shut his mouth tightly, and dared not say another word.

Yun Miao, who flew to the front to explore the way back, covered her mouth and smiled when she saw this situation.

He ran to her mother and told her the good news in her ear.

Hui Niang's eyes lit up, and she stopped waving the whip, "Really?"

Yun Miao nodded with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Really, we can catch up with them in two days at most."

If the speed is accelerated, it may not take two days to catch up with the team in the village at noon tomorrow.

Of course, this is not what she detected, but Xiao Si gave the news.

Hui Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her brows relaxed, "That's good, otherwise I can't help but swing the whip up."

"Your father is just a fool. If he is like this, he will give him meat."

If you want her to say, it would be nice to give some porridge and a coarse grain pancake.

Just these things, how many people can't eat them now?

In the past, when his third son came back from hunting, he didn't see a piece of meat for them and the children from the main house, so the so-called broth he brought over was also the water for the last pot.

(End of this chapter)