My royal husband has a little field

Chapter 993
"If I didn't feel sorry for Qiangzi's child and would send some rice cereal to feed him every now and then, it would be no wonder that Qiangzi didn't starve to death."

"Oh...don't talk about it, our lives are miserable, and there is such a mess."

"Oh... that boy Liang Zi is useless, look at him now.

I know how to giggle every day, I can't even crawl, I can't sit up, I'm like a waste. "

"That child is really bad, so we will raise him well. It is his life to count how old he can live.

At any rate, she followed our family and has a fate with us, so we can't confuse our conscience..."

The more I say it, the more sad it becomes. Only the contrast between the two grandchildren can hurt.

If Liang Zi was a normal child who could grow up safely, they would not pin their hopes on a healthy Qiang Zi.

"Okay, stop talking, let's go quickly. I don't know who sent Qiangzi's child to."

"There is only one family in the village next door, and the head of his family seems to be called Lao Laitou.

Both husband and wife are quite fat, and their families are in good condition. They have been together for more than ten years without a child. "

Wang suddenly said, "Oh! It's that one! I know that one!
Isn't it just the one near Zhaodi's house, just a little below Huangpingba. "

"Calling the girl? Which calling girl?"

"Who else could it be, from the Chi family, the fourth daughter-in-law and the second sister?" Wang said, "You don't know yet, Zhaodi girl lives a little below Huangpingba, where there are paddy fields, and there are not many families. .”

"Yo, it's true!" Qi Jiabao thought about it carefully, and suddenly became worried, "Let's just go to that old Laitou's house, so we won't let Zhaodi girl see it."

"What else can we do? It's impossible not to ask for someone. We don't want Qiangzi's child anymore." Wang said with a heartbroken heart.

Now getting Qiangzi back is their only motivation, she doesn't care if others see it or not.

"Yes, then let's go quickly."

Huangpingba.

Coming up from the long paddy fields, we walked through a narrow path between two families, and then went up a half-slope with shallow grass, and faced a simple small yard.

The fence is made of woven bamboo strips, and a row of water celery and a few crops of short shallots are planted at the foot.

There were several old gray quilts drying on the fence, with several large and small patches sewn on them.

The color of the quilt is very bright, but it has been used for too many years, and the color has deteriorated, so that the newly sewn patches are particularly conspicuous.

A table, a few benches, and the broken bottles and jars in the kitchen were left in the yard.

Taking advantage of the sunny day today, Chi Zhaodi moved all the small furniture out of the house to wash and dry.

However, it was still too cold, the sun showing its face was slightly warm, and it was impossible to fight against the freezing morning.

Because she was always reluctant to boil water with firewood, Chi Zhaodi used cold water for everything except washing.

The cold water was piercing to the bone, and it hurt like a pinprick.

She had frostbite on her hands one by one, and her ten fingers were swollen like carrots, she couldn't bear to look at her directly.

Including washing and drying the furniture today, Chi Zhaodi also endured the biting cold, put her hands in the ice water and scrubbed the rag.

Every time the water was wrung out, Chi Zhaodi was so cold that he gasped.

Life is always so hard, but Chi Zhaodi thought that it would be okay for her to suffer a little more.

(End of this chapter)