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

Chapter 45
Mrs. Cen has a good nose, and when she smelled it, she thought something was wrong. She put down her needle and thread and followed the smell to the back.

Good guy.

The former father-in-law, Sun Lainan's father, the old boss Sun is pouring oil on the haystacks in the backyard to ignite the fire.

The fire is on fire, thanks to her discovering it early, otherwise the house wouldn't be destroyed.

Mrs. Cen pushed people there with a wide opening and closing, and stepped on Old Man Sun's shoulders with one kick and one leg, and she didn't forget to grab hay and throw it on the fire.

The fire must be put out.

He had to stretch his voice and shout: "Third daughter-in-law, hurry up, the whole bucket of water is here, it's on fire."

Li Xiang ran out with water to put out the fire and beat people up, the eldest daughter-in-law Meng Xiaoru ordered her to stay in the house because she couldn't sit still, so she ran out and called her masters.

Cen Er Er was stunned, and looked at old man Sun's purple face after being beaten in disbelief. He didn't change his words, and continued to call him as before: "Father, what are you doing?"

The old man Sun's face was full of hatred, his eyes were plucked, and he spit on the ground: "My son was killed by you, and my daughter and wife were taken away by you. No one serves me anymore, no one Earn money for me, why is your family living so well, I can't live, and you all don't live."

Ah bah, others are responsible for their own death.

Cen Dong took a few steps back, hiding behind people, wishing that others would not look at him, he felt ashamed, why did he have such a grandpa.

Mrs. Cen was so busy that she was out of breath, and Abao Cen came up to Grandma and rubbed her back and chest with good eyesight: "Nannie, let's slow down, your body is important."

The old lady Cen complied with her grandson's words, and squinted at her second son: "What father? What's your name? Your own father is not as close as you call yourself."

He also said: "Mother won't make things difficult for you, after all, he is your former father-in-law, and he has a bad reputation if he speaks out."

"But, we can't let him go, like this..." Mrs. Cen looked around, and saw that Mrs. Cen shrugged as if his wife couldn't live without her, and said to Mrs. Cen, "Go, send him to the yamen. Go, doesn't he want to be served by this old bastard, well, his wish has been fulfilled."

My daughter and wife are all in prison.

Let's get together.

Old man Sun was being dragged away, spitting and cursing.

Eighteen generations of ancestors were also dug out.

Cutting off children and grandchildren is also on the whole.

When the silence subsided, Boss Cen suddenly thought of his youngest son, and rushed over again: "Ah Run, how are you doing?"

The old lady Cen raised her heart after letting go: "What's the matter, Ah Run, what's the matter with my grandson."

"Grandma, my little brother's feet were stabbed in the head by a prawn." Cen Abao said in a daze, "Why did the third uncle leave? Who will see the doctor when the third uncle left?"

Cen Arun grabbed Cen Abao's fingers with his chilly little hands: "Sister, I don't feel any pain anymore, really, I can walk on my own."

"Why are you going?" Cen Abao bluffed.

Meng Xiaoru heard that the child was hurt, so she crawled over and hugged the child.

"Mother, don't cry, I'm fine." Cen Arun grinned.

"Boss and second, all the boys except Ah Run have cleaned up here, and my two daughters-in-law and I will go back and wash up." Old Madam Cen got up with an ouch, and the root of her tail hurt when she fell.

Outside, boss Cen, second son Cen, and the boys were picking up the charred hay, and they were reluctant to throw it away, planning to use it to fill the stove later.

Looking at the burning black wall, he sighed.

Inside the room, Meng Xiaoru and Li Xiang, two sisters-in-law, wipe each other down.

Cen Abao raised his small arms tremblingly. After delivering water to his mother and third aunt, he wanted to deliver water to Mrs. Cen.

Eh?Encountered difficulties.

Cen and Abao held the washbasin in both hands and couldn't open their hands, so they turned sideways, pouted their little buttocks and arched the door.

Can't push.

Mrs. Cen locked the house.

Cen Abao was a little anxious, but grandma had never been like this before.

In a low voice, he hurriedly said, "Grandma, grandma, why did you lock the door? What are you doing in there? Are you stealing delicious food?"

The old lady Cen said: "What are you talking about, can grandma do the thing of stealing food?"

"Then what are you doing, open the door."

"Wait a minute, right away."

Cen Abao put down the basin anxiously, just thinking about knocking it open, Qi Zeyao appeared, pulled Cen Abao away, and directly knocked open the door with half of his body.

Old lady Cen trembled in fright, and hurriedly put her hands behind her back.

Cen Abao rushed up like a small cannonball, and pulled out his hand. Nai's left hand was burned by the fire, and she was wiping it with a plant ash in her right hand.

Plant ash is a thing, although it has many uses, it can be used on people.

Old Mrs. Cen's hot meat was turned over, bleeding out.

Applying plant ash on the head made the wound worse, and the flesh was almost burnt white.

Cen Abao was anxious and angry, his eyes turned red, he hurriedly put the basin on the kang, held old lady Cen's hand with one hand, and wiped the ashes off his face with a wet towel: "Grandma, you and Ah Bao is no longer single-minded, and keeps everything from Ah Bao."

Mrs. Cen felt guilty and kept her head silent.

"There is no plaster for burns at home." Cen Abao was in a hurry, the number of times to draw objects with the magic brush was used up, and he had to wait for next month.

She had no choice but to dig into the "Encyclopedia" while going out to change the water: how to treat burns?

Skip all the herbs.

The third uncle didn't leave the house, and she didn't know him, and the day lily was cold when he picked it up.

She looked at a folk remedy: "Relieve it for a while, and wait for the third uncle to come back."

Cen Abao asked his father to dig well water, but he didn't want to do it for the first time, why?It’s too hot in the sun, no, I need cool well water, it’s good to cool down, it can cool down.

Mrs. Cen was dragged into the courtyard. In order not to waste water, she squatted in front of the fields and ponds, watering them with her hands.

"Grandma, isn't it cool and comfortable?"

"Well, my darling is smart, and it doesn't hurt any more."

As the temperature dropped, I wiped it dry with a towel, took out the lard that Mrs. Cen had saved and wiped it on: "Oh, hey, what a waste of time, I smeared all the good lard without saving it for cooking. "

Cen Abao imitated old lady Cen's way of gouging out people: "Grandma, people are more important than lard. There are groups of wild boars, and there is only one milk. Do you still want to cook delicious food for Abao? If you think about it, you have to take care of your hands." Slightly."

Mrs. Cen was convinced by her good-looking grandson, and she didn't stop after wiping her hands. She insisted on looking at the burnt back wall, sighing as she looked.

Cen Abao had an idea, and wrote crookedly on the black wall with a tree branch: Cen's family is safe and sound.

"Grandma, rich and noble families have screen walls with auspicious words engraved on them. No, our family also has them." Also more pleasing to the eye.

Eh?They seemed to hear footsteps, and they took a look, and it was Cen Laosan who came back.

"You're pretty fast, how are you? Have you been sent to the yamen? The pavilion chief didn't say anything, right?" Mrs. Cen asked worriedly. She thought they were yamen, and they were sent to the prison in a few days. people.

Third Cen sighed, "Dead."

"What!"

　Holding a small broken bowl, no money, no food, and more interaction with me.

　　Make a card, comment on it, vote for it, add a bookshelf, and recommend it to others.

　　But what's the matter, or I will get angry.

　　


(End of this chapter)