Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Chapter 342 Niu Xiaojun falls from the tree

Xiao Sanzi was shouting again. Han Zhaozhao sighed. With that noise, any small animal would be scared away. The trap he had dug today would be in vain.

Han Zhaozhao went under the persimmon tree and stretched out his hands ready, "Okay, throw it, and throw it accurately!"

Xiao Sanzi picked several ripe persimmons, broke off the leaves, and threw them to her carefully.

Han Zhaozhao found the right spot, reached out his hand, and caught the persimmon.

Naturally ripened persimmons are transparent, like red agate, crystal clear, and the flesh inside has turned into sweet juice.

Han Zhaozhao wiped the white frost off the skin, bit a little, and sucked hard. A stream of persimmon juice like honey flowed into his mouth. "So sweet! Xiao Sanzi, there are two red ones to the left of you, pick them and throw them down."

Xiao Sanzi held on to the tree trunk and looked sideways, and found three more, which he picked all.

I was about to get down from the tree, but when I looked up, I saw that there were several more on the treetops above my head.

"Zhao Zhao, the ones on the top of the tree are bigger and redder. Wait a minute, I'll go up and pick them."

Han Zhaozhao looked up, but it was in the wrong position. The scene was blocked by layers of branches and leaves, and he could not see it at all under the tree.

She turned to the other side and vaguely saw one, which was indeed big and red.

"Don't go up there. The branch is too thin for you to hold up with your weight. It's too dangerous."

Xiao Sanzi listened to the advice and estimated the situation. He found it was indeed dangerous and slid down the tree in a few whooshes.

"You are light. If you climbed up the tree, you would definitely be able to pick it. What a pity. If you don't pick it today, it will turn sour and fall off in two days."

He still felt a little regretful and looked back several times.

"Xiao Sanzi, Zhao Zhao, it's time to eat!"

Everyone took out a pack of flatbreads, I took out a bag of steamed buns, and she took out a pile of mixed flour cakes. The old lady not only contributed three-grain flour steamed buns, but also brought several kinds of pickles.

Niu Xiaoyun saw that each family had gathered their food and drinks, sat around and started to share the food, so she quickly called out to the two of them.

"I'm coming!"

The persimmons they picked were placed on the tarpaulin. There were more than a dozen of them, so there was just enough for each person to have one. This could be considered as after-meal fruit.

The red persimmons in autumn taste cool and are particularly sweet. After drinking the juice, you peel off the thin persimmon skin, and inside are unripe persimmon seeds. When you chew them in your mouth, they have a special crunchy texture, and everyone likes them very much.

Niu Xiaojun and Niu Xiaomin were not full, so they ran to climb the tree to pick red persimmons.

"Be careful, the branches of the persimmon tree are quite brittle, so don't try to reach what you can't reach."

The old lady was worried that the older boys had lost their sense of propriety, so she kept giving them instructions.

"Got it. You? Wait for the persimmons!"

Niu Xiaojun seldom participated in such group activities. He was very enthusiastic and ignored the old man's advice.

As the saying goes: If you don’t listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences!

Even though the third boy Han Zhaozhao can climb trees as fast as a monkey, he can't handle it when facing these two older guys.

After climbing up the tree, the thick trunk could still bear their weight of 100 kilograms. The trunk was as thick as a wrist, so the third boy Han Zhaozhao could play and slide on it. But as soon as they put one foot on it, there was a "crack" and the branch broke and the person fell off. Niu Xiaojun fell from the tree!

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it okay?"

"Hurry up and take a look. Where did you fall? Are your bones okay?"

Several families didn't even have time to pick walnuts and immediately gathered around Niu Xiaojun, talking in a worried and anxious manner.

"Don't move! Let me check first!" Han Zhaozhao found a few kudzu roots and was cutting the seedlings to prepare for digging when an accident happened.

She was the last one to run over, as she was the farthest away. When she arrived, Uncle Niu was just trying to help Niu Xiaojun stand up and walk a few steps.

"It's okay. I checked and your brother Xiaojun has no broken skin or bleeding. Try to stand up. If he can walk and stand, then there's nothing wrong."

Han Zhaozhao quickly stopped them and told Niu Xiaojun to stay where he was. She squeezed over and squatted in front of Niu Xiaojun, and started to touch him.

"Which landed first, the feet or the feet?"

Seeing Han Zhaozhao's serious face, Niu Xiaomin actively answered: "My feet landed first. Don't worry, I feel fine!"

"Does your ankle hurt?" Han Zhaozhao touched his ankle.

"It doesn't hurt much. Hey, hey, don't move. It hurts, it hurts! It hurts if you move!"

"It's nothing serious, my ankle is dislocated, just give it a massage and rest and it will be fine soon."

"Does your knee hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much, it's just a little sore now!"

"Does it hurt here?" Han Zhaozhao checked his lumbar spine.

"It doesn't hurt!"

Han Zhaozhao touched other parts of his body and found no broken bones, just an apricot-sized bump on his forehead where a branch had hit him.

"Does your head hurt? Do you feel nauseous or dizzy now? Are you confused?"

Niu Xiaojun closed his eyes and felt it, then shook his head: "No pain, no nausea, and no confusion!"

Han Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief, "You are smart enough to know that your feet land first. If your head or waist landed first, you would be in big trouble today!" Han Zhaozhao exerted force with his hands, and with a slight "click", Niu Xiaomin's ankle joint was repositioned.

"Of course I am. I am not stupid. As soon as the branches cracked, I knew something bad was going to happen. I prepared in advance... ah... it hurts... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Niu Xiaojun was about to brag when he suddenly changed his tune due to the pain.

"Okay, it's okay now, everyone give me a hand!" Han Zhaozhao clapped his hands and stood up. Then he asked everyone to help Niu Xiaojun up and arranged for him to sit aside to rest.

"It's so scary! He fell from more than four meters high, but he didn't even get a break. God bless him." The old lady clasped her hands together and muttered to herself.

Aunt Qian, Aunt Shufen, and Qi Mudan all breathed a sigh of relief, patting their chests and muttering, "Thank goodness, at least she didn't fall!"

"Oh my god, you scared me. My heart is still pounding! I hope you're okay. I hope you're okay."

The three brothers and sisters of the Niu family all circled around Niu Xiaojun, "Brother, are you really okay? If you still feel any pain, don't hide it. We will send you down the mountain to the hospital now."

"It's okay, it's really okay. Look, I'm fine everywhere!" Niu Xiaojun moved his arms and legs, smiling like a fool.

To be honest, he was the most scared just now, and was worried that his legs were broken. Now that his arms and legs are fine, he finally feels relieved.

Only Uncle Niu realized it later and started to curse: "You are a brainless person. Your grandmother Han has warned you again and again, but you didn't listen to a word of it.

With your size, you dare to climb such a thin branch? If I don’t fall, who will I fall…”

Once he relaxed, he started talking more. This usually taciturn old man now became more talkative than an old lady.

Niu Xiaojun was scolded like a quail, shrinking his neck and shutting his mouth, obediently accepting the "care" from his biological father.

Fearing that they would be affected, Niu Xiaomin and his two siblings exchanged glances, quickly retreated, and slipped away to pick up walnuts.