Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Qian no longer talks to song qiuer and amu about letting amu go out and work together with song Dazhuang to make money. In fact, since that day, Qian has never passed song qiuer's Chaifang, and even the small yard in front of the Chaifang no longer goes in. Every day song qiuer and amu's food is sent by song Baoer.

Although song bao'er and song Dazhuang are curious about what happened to song qiu'er and Qian's family, no one asks. It's just that every time song bao'er comes, he stealthily puts things down and runs away like a thief, for fear that song qiu'er and a mu will find themselves.

In the past few days, song qiuer found that his days in the Song family were unexpectedly calm. On this day, song qiuer finally decided to start amu's acupuncture treatment.

"Amu, do you want to recall the past?" Song qiuer asked softly.

"Yes." Amu did not want to reply.

Although amu seems to be confused now, he still wants to find his past in his heart, but song qiuer has a lot of troubles. Amu doesn't want song qiuer to worry about himself any more.

Song qiuer takes out his silver needle and whispers to amu: "I want to give you a needle. Maybe you will have a little pain, but don't be afraid. When the pain is over, you will remember the past."

Maybe song qiuer's words are magical. Amu feels that his headache, which has lasted for several days, has gradually dissipated in Song qiuer's words and become his own past.

This scene makes amu yearn for, and says to song qiuer, "I'm not afraid."

"Ah Mu is brave." Song qiuer smiles and praises, and slowly takes out the silver needle.

Song qiuer has long considered where to put the needle. Looking at amu's face, song qiuer calms down and slowly inserts his silver needle into amu's acupoints.

With song qiuer's needle, Mu's expression is changing little by little.

At first, a Mu's face was a little confused, a little confused, then gradually twisted because of the pain, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As time went by, the needles on amu's head became more and more dense, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more dense. Finally, he began to sweat drop by drop.

A Mu's lips were closed, and his lower lip was obviously being bitten. He seemed to be enduring great pain.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." song qiuer comforted, but couldn't help a mu bear the pain, "do you think of anything?"

"Someone... A lot of people..." amu said vaguely.

A lot of people? Song qiuer doesn't understand what ah Mu thinks of. He can only patiently look at ah mu.

The needle can only stay on amu's head for a quarter of an hour. Song qiuer holds amu's hand tightly and puts a handkerchief in amu's mouth, which has been prepared for a long time, to ease his pain.

But a Mu's expression is not relaxed at all, let song qiuer don't know what picture he thought of.

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, after song qiuer pulled out all the silver needles on amu's head, Amu fell straight on the bed without warning!

Song qiuer puts away the silver needle, carefully wipes the sweat on amu's head, sighs gently, and turns to go out to decoct medicine for amu.

Sure enough, the congestion in amu's head can't be dissipated for a while. Song qiuer knows that amu has to suffer more, so he can only quietly prepare some drugs that can relieve his pain.

The next day, before dawn, song qiuer is in the kitchen boiling medicine for amu, but he doesn't want to see Qian who should not appear at this time. Qian sees song qiuer in the kitchen and turns around to leave.

"Auntie." Song qiuer calls a way, "aunt but want to prepare breakfast?"

Hearing song qiuer calling himself, Qian turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't want song qiuer to increase his voice and shout, "aunt."

Qian had no choice but to turn around and say, "I read the wrong time."

Seeing Qian's appearance, song qiuer suddenly feels that something is wrong, but he really doesn't know what's wrong with Qian's action. He can only perfunctorily let Qian leave.

Amu's situation is similar to what he expected, but it's not optimistic. Song qiuer puts all his energy on amu. He really doesn't want to think about why Qian's family is not right.

"Ah mu, drink this bowl of medicine." Song qiuer returns to the room with a bowl of medicine and sends it to amu.

The medicine is very black and has a strong taste. Song qiuer knows it's very bitter without smelling it. I thought that with amu's childlike temperament, he would not drink the medicine obediently. Song qiuer had already prepared many sweets, but he didn't want amu to take the bowl and drink it without frowning.

"Bitter or not?" Song qiuer asked softly.

Mu nodded: "bitter."

At this time, song qiuer saw a Mu's grievance in his eyes again. As in the past, song qiuer touched a Mu's hairy head: "a mu is a man."

"It's bitter, but it's better to drink the medicine. It's the man who dares to drink it all at once." A mu tilts his head and says to song qiuer, as if song qiuer is the one who is sick and drinks medicine, and a mu is the one who is deceiving people.

Between the words, song qiuer feels that a Mu's words seem very familiar. He tilts his head and thinks for a moment before remembering that this is what the next lady said when she used to cheat her grandson to drink medicine.

"Good, man." Song qiuer said with a smile that when he put away the bowl, he gave a sugar to amu.

A Mu's condition can't be too relaxed. Song qiuer leaves a mu at home and goes to the mountain to collect medicine again.

"She's out?" Qian asked song bao'er who came in from outside.

"Out." Song bao'er whispered.

Qian personally went forward to lock the latch of the front door of the house, took a rope from the wood room and handed it to song bao'er: "go."

"Niang..." song bao'er hesitated to look at the rope in his hand, looked at the direction of the Chaifang and said, "do we really want to do this?"

"Or when do you want to be bothered by these two people?" Qian lowered his voice and scolded fiercely, "these two people eat and drink for free every day at home, and still bask in those messy medicines at home. In case they poison us one day, what should we do?"

Song bao'er thought of the words song qiu'er threatened himself when he was drying the medicine that day. He gritted his teeth and followed Qian to the Chaifang.

At this moment, a mu is sorting out the herbs song qiuer usually collects in the Chaifang. Song qiuer has been tidying up his acre, never letting others have the chance to talk. Every time he cleans up, song qiuer's mood will be better.

A mu is suffering from the pain in his head, thinking how happy song qiuer will be when he comes home to see the wood room cleaned up by him. He doesn't know that a mother and daughter are walking towards him with thick and long hemp rope!

All of a sudden! A mu in front of a dark, the head is covered by sacks, the line of sight is blocked, what all can't see!