A car accident, our family of three crossed

"What the aunts said is right. He should really learn a lesson." Song Ning echoed, "It is said that even if you teach someone a hundred times, you won't be able to do it. But if you teach someone through experience, you will be able to do it once. Only if he suffers a lesson, he will remember not to touch this thing next time."

After saying this, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Everyone looked at her. She covered her mouth, waved her hands, and said, "Sorry, sorry, I know I shouldn't laugh at this time, and I don't want to laugh, but I really can't help it."

We were in a hurry when we came just now and we were all worried. Now we know that the child is just going to suffer a little and it's not a big deal, so we have put our worries aside and are relaxed.

It would have been fine if Song Ning didn't laugh, but when she did, everyone couldn't help but laugh one by one.

Even Mr. and Mrs. He were both angry and amused at this moment.

"You little bastard, do you really think your head is made of iron?" Aunt He poked He Jinbao's head lightly in annoyance, causing the boy to cry loudly in pain.

His whole body was burning with pain from the stings, but not only did the adults not comfort him, they even laughed at him.

Amid the adults' laughter, He Jinbao suddenly felt even more aggrieved and started crying even louder.

After laughing, Xiao He finally remembered to ask Qing Shuang, "Miss Qing Shuang, is there any way to relieve the pain? It's not a good idea to keep suffering like this."

When the two old men heard Xiao He ask this, they immediately looked at Qing Shuang eagerly. They were so anxious that they didn't even think of asking such a basic question.

Qingshuang told them about several common herbs found in the fields and asked them to pick them, crush them, and apply the juice to the wounds to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

At the same time, they were also told some things they need to pay attention to in their diet.

After receiving the treatment plan, they did not stay any longer and took the child home impatiently so that they could collect herbs early to apply to the child's wound.

In just one afternoon, the heroic story of He Jinbao, who poked a beehive and got stung all over his head, spread throughout Shangtang Village.

When Mr. Liu heard about this, he heard it from his wife after school.

He looked annoyed and slapped himself lightly on the face. How come he never knew that his mouth was so smart and whatever he said came true.

Master Liu sat at home for a while, then stood up and said, "Well, I'll go see the child."

"Dad, let me go with you!" Liu Yi quickly stood up and wanted to follow.

"You two wait a moment." Seeing this, Mrs. Liu hurriedly called the father and son to stop, then went back to the house to pack two cakes and some candies and handed them to them, "Take them, how can you go empty-handed."

Master Liu slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain, I didn't think of this, but Madam is thoughtful."

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes at him unhappily, "If you want to go, go quickly! If you're late, it won't be suitable to catch up with other people's dinner time."

So the father and son took the cakes and candies wrapped in oil paper and went out.

When they were almost at He Dazhu's house, they happened to meet the village headman who was also planning to go to He Dazhu's house to take a look at the child. Then they walked towards He Dazhu's house together.

When I arrived at He Dazhui's house, I first asked the two old men in the yard about the situation.

"I've already consulted Miss Qingshuang. It's nothing serious. I just have to endure some pain. Fortunately, Miss Qingshuang taught us how to collect herbs and apply them to the wound, which can relieve some of the pain."

The head of the village snorted coldly after hearing this, "Humph! Why would he poke a hornet's nest when there was nothing wrong with him? This kid deserves it, and he should be made to suffer."

Master Liu persuaded the head of the village for a few words, and then he suggested going into the house to see the child.

When a few people entered the room and saw that He Jinbao was not in a miserable state, they almost couldn't help laughing on the spot.

"It's stung like this, are you really okay?"

"Don't worry, Master Liu. Miss Qingshuang said that it just looks scary, but it's actually nothing serious. It will be fine in a few days."

"Master Liu, are you here to see me? Wuuuuu..." He Jinbao was lying on the kang. When he saw Master Liu coming to see him, he burst into tears again.

Li Zheng was standing by and scolded angrily, "Don't you have the ability to poke a beehive? Why are you crying now?"

"Wuwuwu, Grandpa Lizheng, it hurts..."

"You are just indebted."

Liu Yi took out the paper bag containing cakes and candies, walked up to him and comforted him, "He Jinbao, don't cry. Look, I brought you cakes and candies."

When she heard that there was something delicious to eat, He Jinbao immediately forgot about crying. She sniffed and looked at the paper bag in Liu Yi's hand with tearful eyes.

Liu Yi handed the paper bag to Aunt He who was standing by and said to He Jinbao, "When you feel pain, eat a piece of candy and the pain will go away."

He Jinbao watched the paper bag being transferred from Liu Yi's hand to his grandmother's hand, and pursed his lips, "Grandma, I want some candy."

"Okay! I'll peel it for you!" Aunt He peeled a candy and put it into his mouth.

"So sweet and delicious." He Jinbao held the candy in his mouth and forgot the pain for a moment, and even laughed.

"It's true, whoever gives milk is the mother!" The head of the village shook his head and sighed.

They came over because they knew the child was stung by a bee, so they came to take a look. Now that people have seen it and know it's nothing serious, they left with peace of mind.

As soon as they walked out of the door, they couldn't hold back their laughter anymore. It wasn't that they had no sympathy, but seeing the child's face swollen like a steamed bun was really funny, and the whole face was full of laughter.

He Dazhui came back from the mountain in the evening. Before he even reached the door of his house, he had already heard that his rebellious son had poked a beehive and was stung all over his head and face.

He was really speechless. This kid never kept quiet for even a quarter of an hour.

When he left at noon, he specifically asked the elderly people at home to keep an eye on the child and not let him run around alone.

Who would have thought that just as he left, this kid would make such a big noise.

He hurried back home, and when he saw his son's miserable condition, even as a father, he laughed unkindly on the spot.

He Jinbao cried the entire afternoon today. Now he was too lazy to cry anymore. He just pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

The next day, because the children who lived near He Jinbao's house were shouting in the elementary school, the news of He Jinbao poking a beehive spread throughout the elementary school.

"Do you know? He Jinbao poked a beehive and was stung by a bee."

"My grandma came home and told us that He Jinbao had been stung so much that his head turned into a pig's."

"Huh? What does it feel like to be stung like a pig's head?"