Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 36 I can bring goods too.

The flames grew hotter and hotter.

With a bang, the trembling stove trembled.

Cen Abao still maintained the posture of blowing fire with his cheeks puffed out.

Confused, all confused.

My head is dizzy.

The buzzing ears sounded from far and near, as if the sound came from the sky.

"Good grandson."

"A Bao."

"Daughter."

"sister!"

All rushed over.

Cen Abao's little face was smudged black, and her combed round gullet was also blown into a hornet's nest. She was stunned, she couldn't stand it anymore, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

Mrs. Cen is also going to faint, but she can't. She doesn't feel relieved to hand over the baby to anyone.

She ruthlessly pinched the person, trying to hold on to Abao Cen with trembling and feeble hands.

One step faster than her with both hands, picked up Cen Abao and ran towards the house.

The old lady Cen turned her head to chase Qi Zeyao: "Slow down, third child, third child, come quickly, and show it to your niece."

Cen's family members gathered around the kang.

Meng Xiaoru, the boss of Cen, did not relax his frown.

Cen A Zhuo's small face was heavy, and Cen A Run's face was covered with tears from crying.

Cen Sheng usually hated his younger sister's coquettishness, but now he was also worried.

Cen Dong... His hands were clenched into fists, and there were two villains pulling each other in his heart.

A villain said that my sister is so delicate, she might as well die.

A villain said that if he died, the grandma would know that he was the firewood in his arms, so she would skin him.

Eldest Cen walked over bent over, feeling his pulse and head, and hissed: "Mother, it's okay, but fortunately, the firecrackers are not very powerful, just suddenly exploded, frightened, and passed out. "

"Then what's the matter?" Mrs. Cen held Cen Abao's hand and rubbed it back and forth, tears streaming down her face: "I can't just wait, this is not going to gouge my heart."

"I'll go up the mountain to see if there are any herbs." Cen Laosan muttered, "If the ginseng is not sold, a ginseng beard will do."

Granny Cen grabbed his hand: "One beard is enough?"

"correct."

Mrs. Cen said to wait, she hurriedly turned around, turned her legs and walked towards the house. Before she came out, she held a cloth in her hand, took out a beard from it, and met the living family. Eyes, coughing unnaturally: "I just accidentally tore a ginseng from that root, don't get ink stains, what's wrong, tell me quickly."

Cen Laosan said: "Mother, let the hot water boil, less water."

"Eh."

When the Cen family was in a hurry, Cen Abao, who was standing in the space, was stunned, with his blown hair, looking at the firewood in his hand that he hadn't had time to fill in, feeling stupid.

"Magic brush, magic brush, what's going on?"

"You have enabled a new function, and you can bring things into the space in the future."

Cen Abao lifted the firewood, put it down, covered his mouth with his hands and smiled, his eyes disappeared: "Really." He grinned and asked himself: "Then what precious things can I put here? .”

The worried old lady Cen boiled ginseng beard soup, blew it warm, carefully supported her head, and fed the ginseng water into it, crying: "Ah Bao, my grandson, please! Wake up quickly, what are you letting grandma do?"

A mosquito-like voice sounded slowly: "Grandma..."

"My dear grandson, you're awake." Mrs. Cen touched it tremblingly, but didn't dare to put it in the air: "How is it? Where is it hurt?"

"Grandma, grandma, don't cry, don't worry, Ah Bao is fine." Both Cen and Abao were busy wiping Granny Cen's tears.

Granny Cen swallowed her pent-up breath, turned around and threw a wet towel to wipe her, pinched her shoulder to look in front of her, behind her, and in her head, and she was relieved when she saw that she was fine.

Thinking of something, she was facing the living family, and asked with a serious face: "Who brought the firewood? Don't you know how to watch before you move the firewood to fill the stove?"

This matter can't be avoided, Cen Er Er rubbed his hands and stepped forward, his face was ashamed, and he didn't forget to make up for his son: "Mother, it's not Dongzi's fault, it's all my fault."

The old lady Cen looked at Cen Dong with the tip of her eyes. Cen Dong was afraid of grandma, but his self-esteem still made him hesitate: "I was holding the firewood, and I didn't look at the firecrackers. It was my sister who burned the firewood for me and collapsed." Yes, but milk..."

Gathering up his strength, he asked like a broken pot, "If I was crushed by a firecracker, would Grandma still be in such a hurry?"

Cen's second son didn't know that his son would say this stubbornly, winking his eyes and tugging at the hem of his clothes: "Dongzi, what are you talking about?"

Cen Dong raised his neck and raised his head as if he couldn't hear him: "I'll clean up your granddaughter if I want to. Anyway, only granddaughters are treasures, and grandsons are grass."

The towel in her hand fell off, and Mrs. Cen turned to Cen Dong with a stiff neck, puffing up her chest: "Bring the ruler."

"Grandma, don't beat brother, don't blame brother, it's Ah Bao who insisted on helping him burn firewood." Cen Abao saw that Cen Dong's face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but he held on to his pride and face, Just refused to bow.

"Mother, Dongzi didn't do it on purpose."

"mother……"

"Can't order you? Okay, I'll do it myself." Seeing that they were not moving, Mrs. Cen went out of the house to get a ruler, grabbed Cen Dong's hand and slapped it.

In just a few moments, Cen Dong's hands swelled up like steamed buns. The old lady Cen's eyes were red and her throat was choked: "Dongzi, do you think that grandma beat you because of Bao's injury? You are wrong, It's normal for family members to make some mistakes, but what you said just now really hurt grandma's heart, how bad grandma treats you makes you hate grandma so much."

Cen Dong held back his tears, but he didn't listen.

The old lady Cen was disappointed after watching, and waved her hand wearily: "Go back to your room, I don't have the heart to reason with you."

The second child, Cen, felt sorry for his son, and was anxious to go back and roll his son with eggs. He apologized to his mother, elder brother and sister-in-law, and took Cen Dong back to the house.

"Grandma~" Cen Abao sat kneeling on the ground with his little dirty hands shaking the corner of old lady Cen's clothes: "Don't have sex with elder brother, elder brother has no mother, so he will inevitably speak with anger, our family just had a good life , don’t be estranged.”

"You child has been worrying so much about your teeth all day, are you tired?" Mrs. Cen pressed her little hands into warm water and washed them, and asked her to chew up the ginseng whiskers and swallow them down.

Good things are not willing to be ruined.

Before nightfall, Mrs. Cen heated up the kang head very early, and Abao Cen was about to step on the pedals to climb up the kang when she was pulled down by Mrs. Cen: "Come here, I will call you the soul."

Cen Abao was pulled in front of the stove, and the old lady Cen muttered: "Touch your hair, don't be scared, touch your hands, go with grandma, Abao, go home with grandma."

Cen Abao shouted cooperatively: "Hey."

Granny Cen felt relieved, and sang a lullaby and patted Abao Cen to sleep at night.

In the morning, Cen Abao was woken up by the strong smell of chicken cakes. Just like the ferret in his previous life, he chased the smell and went out without even wearing shoes.

"My dear grandson, I've woken up. It's just right. I'll be waiting for you." Mrs. Cen took the egg cake out of the pot with a clean rag in one hand.

Cen Abao looked around and asked...

(End of this chapter)