The King of Quick Transmigration took the wrong cannon fodder script!

Six-year-old Xiao Liu and five-year-old Xiao Qi are also whimpering and clinging to Father Youa.

Humming, humming, just one meaning, they also want that dundun called a stool
In her family, although the most favored of the second generation are Mrs. You and the youngest pair of twins, oh, no, now there is also a young lady You who just lost her mother.

Father You still loves his young sons very much.

The family has no selfish wealth, so what kind of concubine should be divided.

Isn't it just to make a few low stools according to the existing appearance?
Father Youa waved his hand, he must satisfy the children!
As for the high dining tables and high stools that my daughter wants, of course I can also make them, and it will be quite face-saving to put them in the dowry later.

The little ones were happy and showed off in front of the older brothers.

The second and third brothers said: It’s not rare, we can do it ourselves, and make as many as we want!

Mrs. You spread her hands: Forget it, let’s just do it, it’s finally started a trend, trying to change the bad habit of kneeling in the whole family as quickly as possible!
The evening meal was carried out while Mrs. You sat cross-legged on a straw mat and two little ones sat on a children's chair, with a mouthful of millet porridge and a mouthful of pickles.

The second mother of her family, who is very experienced in cooking, even burned the big wild boar bone that was stewed until it fell off the bone yesterday, and then beat it for a long time.

Finally, I used the bone marrow knocked out from the bones to cook a large pot of millet porridge.

With the oily aroma of the bone marrow as the base, the millet porridge tonight is three points more delicious than before.

Adults and children alike sucked and slipped quite vigorously.

There is no entertainment equipment in the "Great Pit", and almost every household starts eating evening meals before the sun sets.

Then I gargle with red salt powder casually, scrub and scrub my body, and I can go to bed and fall asleep as soon as it gets dark.

Mrs. You lay on her wooden bed, crossing her legs and sighing: Tsk tsk tsk, let’s talk about how a series of children are born. It’s because the creators don’t have the pressure to raise children, and they have plenty of time to make babies!
The children lack sleep, and they fall asleep at the end of the day. Usually, thunder can't wake them up.

After dawn on the second day, the eye feces rubbing the corners of her eyes were suffocated by urine, and Mrs. You, who went to the hut once, realized something was wrong after realizing it.

Why is something wrong!
It's not like in her yard, it's unbelievably quiet!
Usually at this time, Er Niang, who is in charge of the spoon, has already been busy in the kitchen, cooking millet porridge for the whole family of a dozen or so people.

Her mother has always been a person who doesn't sleep late.

At this point, she was either waiting for her father to wash up, or yelling in the yard, urging the older boys to get up and chop firewood and go to the bottom of the pit to fetch water.

After pricking up my ears and listening for a while, there was indeed no one in the kitchen or the main room.

It was just dawn, the crow-blue sky turned white, and there was neither a rooster crowing nor a dog barking.

In the small courtyard, it was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

At this moment, her heart seemed to be beaten with a snare drum, once, again, again.

One time is heavier, one time is more urgent.

After enduring and enduring, Mrs. You no longer had the calmness she used to, and she stood under the eaves and yelled loudly.

"Daddy, Daddy! Are you up yet?"

"Aniang, Aniang! I'm hungry!"

"Second Niang, Third Niang! Where are you? If you hear me, let me know!"

Still no one responded.

Panicked to the extreme, Mrs. You placed her trembling hands on the main room where her parents were resting.

Habitually, he knocked on the door first, but there was no movement.

"Then I'll push the door open!" After she finished speaking, she immediately pushed hard with her hands.

There is no wooden door with a lock at all, and it opens with a push!

In a bedroom with a size of about [-] square meters, it can be seen that the bed is still a little messy, and it should be that they walked in a hurry.

After careful observation, there is no trace of damage from the outside to the inside.

Turning around, she noticed with sharp eyes that her father's longest and heaviest cold iron knife was gone!
Mentality, testing on the verge of collapse.

After leaving the main room and entering the side room, he finally found Mrs. You in Sanniang's bedroom.

The little sister clenched her fists with both hands and raised them above her head, still soundly asleep.

Touched the diaper under her butt, it was still dry.

Under what circumstances would the adults leave home with weapons in the middle of the night and leave their cubs less than ten days old?
My heart was beating wildly, almost to the point of my throat.

Fortunately, her voice was really not low, and within a quarter of an hour after she yelled, she woke up all her older brothers.

The bald boys squeezed from the bedroom in the east room to the door and poked their heads out.

"Sister? It's so early in the morning, why are you calling Father and Mother?" The eldest brother was puzzled.

"Did your wooden bed collapse again?" The third brother guessed wildly.

The second brother looked at sister's face, and asked cautiously: "Sister, what's the matter with you?"

When Aunt You saw her three younger brothers, she calmed down her violent heartbeat a little bit, and her anxiety did not show on her face: "I called my father and my mother, but I didn't answer, I'm afraid they won't be at home now, take a look at the little ones." Are you at home?"

The three people who were not fully awake were all awakened by her words!

The genius is bright, even if the parents are not at home?
In a hurry, the eldest brother and the second brother checked all the three east rooms where the younger brothers lived, and came back sweating profusely to report.

"Sister, the five younger brothers are still sleeping!" The elder brother's face, which had been naive all the time, turned serious.

Mrs. You squatted down with her arms folded, and pinched herself several times through her clothes.

She was barely clear-headed and summed it up for the moment: In other words, of the fifteen members of her family, none of the younger ones was bad, and only four adults disappeared inexplicably.

What to do?What to do?
I really want to fight the demon spirit!

In just a short while, countless possibilities popped up in her mind, and she almost broke into a cold sweat from fright.

After thinking about it, I feel that I still can't sit still.

Ignoring my stomach growling with hunger, I immediately started to make arrangements: "Second brother, third brother, take care of your home, and I will go to the entrance of the village with your eldest brother to inquire about it."

The eldest brother and the third brother are no different. These two are absolutely obedient and absolute executors.

Only the second brother tilted his head and thought for a while, and expressed different opinions: "Sister, you should stay at home and watch over the younger brothers! My eldest brother, my third brother, and I went out to look for them together. We can run fast, if there are any I have received the letters from Father and Mother, and I will let my third brother come back and tell you."

He just finished speaking, and before his elder sister agreed, he had already dragged his brother and brother together and ran out of the courtyard gate.

Leaving Mrs. You alone, staring at the sky, the ground, and herself.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour...

It felt like a long, long time had passed, her legs were sore, her eyes were swollen, and she had thought about all kinds of messy guesses before her good third brother ran back with sweat on his face and red face.