Yo, grandpa is here

After tossing and tossing for half a night, Tuesday Bao finally got rid of his fever.

Mrs. Zhou kept saying God's blessing, and rushed in to see the child.

From the child's name, one could tell that this should be the second child she gave birth to, and the first one was not supported, so she had to be extra careful about the rest.

Qingqing didn't say goodbye to her, and followed Buliyuexia for a walk, slowly walking home.

I was a little sleepy just now, but now that the cold wind blows, I feel refreshed.

Her injured right arm was fixed with cloth and wooden boards, Buli looked at her shadow, the corners of her mouth drooped.

These days, she is always hurting.

Qingqing didn't pay attention to his self-blaming expression for the time being, and said to herself:

"Tomorrow, I will lead Mrs. Zhou around the village and let her see the atmosphere of our village. I don't think she is that kind of elm-headed. When she can distinguish what is good from what is bad, she will naturally help us persuade Shi Zhou raised the tune—won't you leave?"

Seeing that his eyes were straight, Qingqing stretched out her hand and waved in front of him.

Mrs. Zhou saw that Qingqing and his wife were mingling with the villagers, talking and laughing, it was very lively.

The topic has also been moved from "remedies for transshipment" to "secrets for having children".

"Now is not the season for planting beans." Buli frowned.

"Is it really that smart?"

"Grandpa Zu, we brought this." The second aunt lifted the cloth covering the basket she was carrying.

In the past, everyone was bullied by other villages. They didn't have enough food and clothing to keep warm. Whether they could survive was a problem, so there was no way to laugh.

She had never seen such a united village. If Yu's two ancestors were villains, the villagers would not love them so much.

Everyone in the village thought that it was the grandma of the clan doing something to pray for the village, but it was backfired.

"Oh grandma, I'd rather believe it. This is a method passed down from our ancestors, and it works well." The second aunt was afraid that Qingqing would not believe it, so she hurriedly stood up and explained.

But Qingqing is very interested in this topic.

"It's enough to hold three pieces?" Buli picked up the bowl and asked seriously.

But yesterday, Qingqing sacrificed her life to save her son, and Buli took people to bring her son's fever back to work for half a day, which has changed Mrs. Zhou's opinion.

There is a bowl inside, filled with red beans and mung beans.

Now seeing that Buli and his wife have a harmonious relationship with the villagers, and the villagers they met along the way are all kind, Madam Zhou already has a judgment in her heart.

The second aunt originally wanted to introduce a good place to Qingqing, but she talked about her own sadness. Once this topic started, the others couldn't continue chatting.

Shake your head and shake your head.

Bringing this up, Buvi is obviously guilty.

"Grandma, if you are going to the city this time, you should pass by the Guanyin Temple and pay your respects. The Guanyin lady there is very good at praying for a child. My natal siblings have not been able to conceive a child for several years, and immediately gave birth to a fat boy after the worship."

The fact that the family grandmother was smashed by a pillar in the ancestral hall spread like wildfire in the village.

The second aunt cleared her throat, even for a thick-skinned woman like her, she would feel apprehensive talking to a cold man like the patriarch.

I don't know how the laughing grandmother of the family gets along with him on weekdays. Standing here and talking to him, I feel as if my whole body is going to freeze.

After being conquered by Qingqing, the second aunt became a fan of Qingqing, and she transformed into Qingqing's number one "fan head" in the village.

Qingqing waved her hand, turned her head and said with a smile: "You don't really believe it, do you?"

"Grandpa Zu, we all know about Grandma Zu, how is her arm?" Second Aunt asked.

"Pfft." Laughter never left behind, Qingqing didn't know when she came out, she listened to everyone's conversation.

She stayed home and, like herself, was a staunch atheist.

The second aunt endured the fear of Buli, and told the good idea they came up with through brainstorming.

It's useless to pray for anything, he's drinking the refuge soup, even if Qingqing prays for flowers, it's impossible to conceive.

Several women pushed and shoved, and finally sent the second aunt to act as a representative.

"It's okay." He was just thinking, go back and make some food for Qingqing.

His family Qingqing's recent luck is not so good.

"Is something wrong?" Buli asked.

Now everyone has something to do every day, and they still earn money from time to time. The surrounding villages no longer dare to bully them, and it is also face-saving to go out.

"Oh? Then, recently, have you made some and put them under your kang mat? Maybe something good will happen recently."

Standing in front of Buli for a while, she felt a twitch in her heart. Seeing that Buli's thick eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, the second aunt and the others were also worried, for fear that he would scold everyone for talking too much.

"Has it always been like this in your village?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

The second aunt and others rushed to salute her.

"Isn't it! It's easy to say goodbye to anyone! If my dead ghost is not gone, I want to say goodbye, hey."

"Take her into the city today to have a look." Buli also talked more when he mentioned Qingqing.

Qingqing glanced at this man, she had seen all their men before.

Seeing that Buli didn't reject the "remedy for better luck" they thought, the second aunt couldn't stop talking.

When she was tied up, she thought that there must be a group of villains living in this village.

So early in the morning, Buli was surrounded by the second aunt and several women.

"It's not planted, it's for the grandma of the clan. You go back and seal it into a bag with a red cloth, put three red beans and three mung beans in it, and let the grandma carry it close to your body after sewing it. After six days, put the red bag Take it out and stuff it under the kang mat, and all bad things in the future will be transferred to the red bag."

Yao Yao led Mrs. Zhou over, just in time to see this scene.

"It wasn't like this before. Before the two ancestors came back, the village was lifeless every day. How could it be so happy now?"

After listening to Yao Yao's words, Mrs. Zhou was thoughtful.

After so many years of separation between husband and wife, isn't it a good thing that the "dead" husband can come back.

"Hey, I've bet on several of them, and I haven't seen any good things—but I can't say that there are no good things. Don't we have such good backers from our two ancestors." Qing flattered her.

"You guys are alright, it doesn't matter if it's a son or a daughter, they all have children, and I'm all alone." The second aunt didn't know what was wrong today, she couldn't stop the topic, and the more she talked, the more uncomfortable she became.

Mrs. Zhou came over, and when she heard what Second Aunt said, her already shaken thoughts became more and more intense. Qingqing originally wanted to persuade Second Aunt, but when she saw Mrs. Zhou coming, her words changed as soon as she spoke.

"In these years, you didn't have a man, so you've had a hard time, right?" Qingqing wouldn't have said this kind of words that add fuel to the fire and arouse people's sorrows, but they were meant for Mrs. Zhou.

When the other women heard this, they couldn't help but their noses became sore, and they talked about the hardships of these years.

If the women opened the chatter box and poured bitter water, it would be an unstoppable rhythm. Mrs. Zhou couldn't help wiping her tears when she heard it, and sympathized with these poor women.