Farmer's Cannon Fodder: Listen to me, the whole family, change the plot

"Anzhu! Anzhu!! Anzhu!!!"

Master Qiu patted Song Daan's face and called out to his disciple.

[Stop shouting, the doctor will be here soon. You slapped my uncle's face until it turned red. Ah! My uncle's handsome face!]

Song Rending, who was lying beside Song Daan, couldn't help sucking her fingers. She looked at Song Daan's slightly red face with pity, and in her heart she was calling out to Master Qiu to stop.

After shouting in his heart for a while, Song Rending suddenly felt a little stupid.

[Why should I scream in my heart? No one can hear me. I should scream at him!]

As Song Rending thought so, he stopped staring at Song Daan and instead looked at Master Qiu who was patting Song Daan's face in a hurry.

“Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Poof~”

A series of "ah ah" attacks, followed by a "puff" sound at the end.

Every time this happened, Song Rending couldn't help but complain, wondering which living god wrote this story where a four or five-month-old baby who was reborn can speak.

She swore on her baby body that her current body functions and language system were only enough for her to utter some very simple onomatopeia words.

It’s not that she didn’t work hard enough, it’s just that the conditions didn’t allow it!

Fortunately, her series of "ah"s and "pu"s successfully attracted Mr. Qiu's attention.

Master Qiu had not yet retracted his hand that had slapped Song Daan on the face, and his eyes turned to look at the little kid Song Rending.

A pink, chubby, and fleshy little baby stared at him with its big round eyes and made some sounds, as if trying to attract his attention.

"Whose little baby is this?" Mr. Qiu asked Song Rending with a smile.

Of course, he didn't expect a baby who was only a few months old to answer his questions.

Because he immediately turned around and asked Song Liwen next to him: "Is this your brother or your sister?"

In this era, both men and women have to grow their hair, and just from the way a baby is dressed, it is really hard to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.

Especially the children of the Song family, most of them are pretty.

"This is my little sister, Rendong." Song Liwen replied.

He actually blurted it out.

After all, just now Master Qiu looked as if he was mourning for his uncle, and in the blink of an eye, he suddenly asked this question. But his ears were still listening, so the answer came out without hesitation.

"Honeysuckle, what a good name." Master Qiu took his hand off Song Daan's face, stroked his long beard, and said, "Honeysuckle has a fragrance as pure as roses, filling thousands of villages with its scent. It does not wither in winter, so it can be called honeysuckle. It can also be called honeysuckle if it brings good fortune and longevity. It is a good name."

Master Qiu has always been eccentric, and Song Liwen is used to it, but he never thought that his little sister's name could be explained in this way.

After all, as far as he knew, the reason why his younger sister was named Honeysuckle was because Honeysuckle also refers to honeysuckle. Grandpa thought it was nice to name a girl "flower", but it was a bit vulgar to have the word "flower" in the name directly, so he named her this way.

Even his eldest sister Jin Xue was named Jin Xue because Jin Xue is another name for osmanthus.

This is just to take advantage of the opportunity to call the girl a beautiful name, so that it can have a different explanation when it comes to Master Qiu's mouth.

Song Liwen just felt that he really had to study.

Reading is useful, reading can help you understand things.

It was not known whether Master Qiu was tired of patting Song Daan's face and calling his name, and thought that the doctor would be here soon and that he, as a master, could not cure the fainting condition, or whether it was because Song Rending had successfully attracted his full attention. After repeating to Song Liwen that Song Rending's name was well-chosen, he turned around and started teasing the child.

"Little Rinde, can you speak now? Do you want to learn to read from me?" Mr. Qiu looked at Song Rinde with a smile.

Neither Old Lady Song nor Li Taohua stopped them.

Although neither of them had ever been to school and could barely read a few words, they still benefited from reading and knowing how to read in the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, they did not have the idea that girls could not read and write. If there were no private schools for girls in this town, they would have wanted to send Song Jinxue to learn to read and write long ago.

Now, although Song Rending is young, he is not a child at heart. It is a good thing that Master Qiu is interested in teaching him.

Unfortunately, when Song Rendong looked at Master Qiu, whose face was wrinkled with laughter, the contents scrolling in his mind were:

[Ah, it's over. He's Master Haohao, but I think he looks like a weird grandpa and a human trafficker.]

[Should I pay attention to him? He's a lonely old man. In his previous life, after his eldest brother and third uncle met with accidents, he fled to the countryside alone and never appeared again.]

[To be honest, he is a really good master. ]

"Beep!"

After a lot of effort, Song Rending finally uttered two words. The sound she wanted to utter was "okay", but in the end it was "du da".

But it's listenable enough.

And Master Qiu also understood it miraculously.

"You want to learn, don't you, little honeysuckle?"

Master Qiu was not married and had no children of his own, so he did not dare to pick up the limp Song Rending.

Song Rending just wanted to lie down next to her handsome third uncle. She didn't want to move unless someone touched her.

Therefore, the old man and the young man started talking to each other like this with Song Daan in between them.

Of course, it was mainly Master Qiu who was speaking, and Song Rending’s main focus was to provide emotional value, so that every word of Master Qiu was meaningful and could get a response from her that was not a complete sentence.

The doctor came over at this time, and Song Daan, who had been unconscious on the bed for a long time, also woke up slowly at this time.

In fact, according to the amount of drugs that Chen Wei gave him, Song Daan should have woken up when Master Chen arrived at the dormitory.

But Song Daan was carried back by his nephew Song Liwen.

After all, Song Liwen was a head shorter than him. Even if he used enough strength, he could not completely guarantee that Song Daan would not bump into anything when he carried him.

Nothing went wrong when he carried Song Daan out of Chen Wei's dormitory, but when he carried Song Daan into their own dormitory, without anyone noticing, Song Daan's head hit the door of their dormitory hard.

Coincidentally, at that time, Li Taohua, who had entered the room first, knocked over a stool in the room, distracting Song Liwen's attention. Song Liwen only heard the "bang" sound caused by the stool falling to the ground, and was completely unaware that he had hit his uncle's head against the door.

Therefore, Song Daan was unconscious for such a long time because he drank the drug and suffered a brain injury.

"Hiss." Before the doctor had time to check on Song Daan, he woke up on his own. He opened his eyes and saw Mr. Qiu's chin. He also felt something soft pressing on his stomach. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"