I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Ji Xiaobei jumped up and found that he really had a fever!

The lights in Lin's house also came on.

Ji Xiaobei moved the table out of the room, placed it against the wall, and climbed over by stepping on the table.

Aunt Song's lips turned pale, and she trembled as she said, "I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. After I woke up, I couldn't wake him up no matter how hard I tried. His head was burning hot..."

Ji Xiaobei touched it and it was over, he could even make eggs!

"Auntie, wet the towel and put it on his forehead. Go get a bowl of warm water tomorrow." Ji Xiaobei said.

After sending the two people away, Ji Xiaobei took out some glucose from the refrigerator and fed him two sticks of it. He also stuffed an anti-inflammatory pill and an antipyretic pill into his mouth.

She asked Aunt Song to help him up and gave him a bowl of water.

The door in the yard was knocked. Ming'er went to open it and found that it was Lin.

Mrs. Lin also calmed down at this time and kept comforting Aunt Song.

The village is not big, and Aunt Song's shouting over the wall just now woke up everyone in the village who was still awake.

People were whispering in their beds:

——"Listen, Song Laohei is in trouble, Aunt Song's voice has changed..."

"Isn't the evening nice?"

"It's a last gasp. Look at the black blood flowing out. It won't heal. What do you think? Am I right?"

The next day, just after daybreak, the news spread among those who got up early to go to the fields.

Song Laohei is no longer able to do it!

——Are you going to die?

——Yes, I heard Aunt Song crying and calling Ji Xiaobei last night.

——Oh my God, will Ji Xiaobei pay with his life?

——It's not that he has to pay with his life, it's just a matter of money, it can be solved by paying more money, Ji Xiaobei has plenty of money

——Isn’t that also her husband’s? Can she spend it as she pleases…

After a while, the rumor had become:

Song Laohei had died, and Aunt Song cried for half the night.

Ji Xiaobei couldn't afford to pay the compensation, and her in-laws didn't agree to take the money out.

Lin threatened to hang himself...

(The rural aunt’s mouth can blow the living to death and the dead to life!)

Erya's mother took a few maids and went directly to Aunt Song's house.

Sure enough, the door was closed!

A few old women were chattering at the door.

Someone banged on the door again.

Ji Xiaobei was sleeping in the west wing when she heard someone banging on the door. She thought it was her own house, but when she listened again, it turned out to be Aunt Song's house.

Last night she gave Song Laohei some medicine, and within the time it took him to eat a meal, he broke out in sweat, and his fever went away in less than an hour.

He woke up and started a verbal argument with Aunt Song.

Ji Xiaobei and Lin saw that he was fine, so they went home to sleep.

She lay on the kang in a daze, listening to the noise coming from Aunt Song's house next door.

"Aunt Song, don't be sad. The dead cannot be resurrected. Open the door and don't commit suicide. Think about the children..."

"Sister Song, please open the door quickly. We are here to see you. If you are sad, just tell us that Lao Hei is dead. But you still have us. We, the elder sisters, will help you no matter what!"

"Her aunt..."

bang bang bang...

The door of Aunt Song's house was about to be smashed down by a group of old women.

Hearing that the style of the painting was not right, Ji Xiaobei jumped up.

Song Laohei was dead, so that was impossible. When they came back, he drank three bowls of brown sugar water and ate the two white steamed buns that Ji Xiaobei had taken away.

How could he die so soon?

Did he treat that midnight meal as a meal for the journey?

Before Ji Xiaobei had put on his shoes, he heard the shouting coming from Aunt Song's house again.

"Which old woman who has nothing to do but eat a lot comes to my house so early in the morning to mourn?

My man is alive and well, I will tear your dog mouths into pieces!" Aunt Song walked out of the room angrily with a rolling pin in hand.

There’s something good to watch!

Ji Xiaobei ran towards the table placed at the foot of the wall.

Fortunately, I didn’t move out last night!

She stood on the table, which had wobbly legs, and rested her arms on the wall, watching the show with great interest.

The stone was about to come up, but was kicked away by Ji Xiaobei.

When he came up, the table fell apart!

"Aunt Song, we know you are sad, you can't go crazy.

Poor thing, she was ruined like this in one night..." Erya's mother had been brewing up her emotions all the way and forced out a few tears.

"Bah! Erya's mother, you are the one who is being abused!" Aunt Song, with her hair disheveled, spat at Erya's mother.

Erya's mother jumped suddenly and dodged.

The other women also took a few steps back.

Oh my god! No, Song Laohei is dead, and his wife is really crazy!

"Aunt Song, what are you doing? You are just a bitch. We are helping you to arrange for Lao Hei so that he can die sooner. What's your attitude?"

Erya's kind-hearted mother was so angry that she jumped up and down and scolded her.

"Er Ya's mother, I don't want you to take care of everything. Go home and take care of your husband. Let him go on his journey as soon as possible..." Aunt Song was so anxious that she threw a rolling pin at them.

At this time, the door opened and Song Laohei stood at the door holding the door frame.

"Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? Can't we sleep?" he shouted at the top of his voice.

The old women at the door were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they ran away crying, holding their heads.

Erya's mother's legs went weak and she fell down in front of Aunt Song's house.

"Lao Hei, why did you come out!" Aunt Song went over to help him.

With just this sentence, Erya's mother, who was collapsed at the door, rolled her eyes and fainted.

Ji Xiaobei leaned on the wall, laughing so hard that he could hardly hold back his laughter.

Erya’s mother, you are really awesome!

Many people heard that Song Laohei had died, and they rushed to their house.

Unexpectedly, at the door of his house, he saw Erya's mother fainted and a shoe dropped by someone unknown.

A group of people were confused and rushed over, pinching Erya's mother's philtrum with all their might.

Erya's mother woke up slowly and pointed at Song Laohei's house.

"Lao Hei, he's faking it, he's pretending to be dead..." After saying this, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted again.

Aunt Song helped the man out of the yard.

"What are you doing?" Song Laohei shouted with a dark face.

"Ah, Song Laohei, he's faking it, he's dead... Mom, run..."

In the panic, someone stepped over Eryaniang and ran away.

Ji Xiaobei was giggling, and she pulled off a piece of the earthen bricks on the wall, which fell into Aunt Song's yard with a plop.

Aunt Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Song Laohei: Damn, am I back from the dead?

Ji Li was jogging over here. The village had been bombed, so he came to see what was going on.

When I looked up, I saw Song Laohei standing at the door with a bright look on his face.

He rubbed his chest twice urgently and asked tremblingly: "Old Black, you are not dead?"

Song Laohei patted his chest and assured: "Uncle Lizheng, come over and feel me, my whole body is warm, I am really not dead!