Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Mu Shuanglin told everything, then looked at Pei Xiaohai eagerly: "Miss, will you help?"

How can there be such stupid and annoying people in this world?

"Would you please stop talking to me? I'm feeling a bit sick!"

Pei Xiaohai expressed his true feelings, and then vomited.

Mu Shuanglin: ...

"Miss, you may have caught a cold."

He was right. Pei Xiaohai cleaned up what she vomited and went back to the house. She was still a little dizzy the next day. It was not until Aunt Yu thought her face was a little too red and touched her head that people realized she had a fever.

Pei Zhu took out a dose of medicine from her home and asked Aunt Yu to make it for her. After drinking it, she covered herself with the quilt and took a nap. She was well again in the afternoon.

Cuimei thought that she got sick because she took a shower and ate half-cold and half-hot rice yesterday. She was afraid that she would say something, so she insisted that it was because she stayed outside for too long and was exposed to the wind.

Pei Zhu was a little regretful that she shouldn't have let anyone bathe her, but after hearing Cui Mei's words, she no longer regretted it. She poked Pei Xiaohai's forehead and said, "This time, let's see if you listen to me. You are not allowed to go anywhere for the next few days. Just stay at home and practice your skills when you feel better."

Pei Zhu put all the embroidery threads in a basket and stuffed it into her hand. Pointing to a pile of cloth inside, she said, "I've already outlined the edges for you. Finish embroidering all of this before the snow melts, and you'll be able to develop some interest. If you still can't do it, you're a fool who can't enjoy life. Just wait for the hard labor in the future."

Little Pei fell ill. Not only did he not get to eat what he wanted, but he also had such a troublesome thing. He felt terrible.

After lying there listlessly for the whole day, the one who was most anxious was Mu Shuanglin.

"What should I do? If you can't get out, how are you going to tell my wife and son?"

He sighed and wiped his tears. The room became colder and colder, and even lighting three charcoal braziers was of no use.

Cuimei and Aunt Yu searched for a long time but couldn't find where the leak was.

I remember the wailing when the body was buried this morning.

Aunt Yu frowned: "Is there something unclean?"

What a guess.

Mu Shuanglin stood by the bed and urged Pei Xiaohai to tell the Liu family about this.

Pei Xiaohai glared at him, covered his head with the quilt, and ignored everyone.

Tell them? Unless she's crazy, she'll be scolded if she doesn't tell them, and she'll probably never be able to leave the house again if she tells them.

Pei Xiaohai had just agreed with Waiya yesterday that they would no longer meet at the shack. He would go to her house to find her and they would go out together. But it became difficult for him to turn around and leave.

That’s good, it’s better than making an appointment but not being able to show up.

Pei Xiaohai stayed at home seriously for several days. She only went out after Mu Shuanglin's seventh day of death. It was the hottest time of the day at noon, and Pei Zhu only allowed her to play for half an hour. As soon as she went out, Pei Xiaohai wanted to run to Liu Waizui's house, but when she saw Mu Shuanglin with a sad face next to her, she decided to send him away first.

The shed next to the Mu family's shack has been removed, and there is no trace of anyone's death. Everything is covered by the heavy snow, except for the sadness.

Pei Xiaohai was also unlucky. When she went there, Mu Dalang was hiding behind a tree wiping his tears, with blood dripping from his hands.

Mu Shuanglin felt heartbroken when he saw it, and sighed, "My wife is the same. She insisted that this tree was bad and it was killing me. She asked Dalang to cut it down. Why bother him in such a cold weather? When I was alive, I never asked him to do this alone. He even hurt his hand."

"Oh, yes, it's so miserable." Seeing Mu Dalang so sad, Pei Xiaohai felt a little happy and agreed casually with a big smile on his face.

Mu Shuanglin said nothing.

The strange thing was that Mu Dalang didn't say anything when he saw her. He just turned his head away, looking like he didn't want to be seen. Pei Xiaohai ran over, stared at his face and asked him:

"Where's your mother? I need her help."

Mu Dalang: ...

"What do you want to do?"

His tone of voice was still that bad.

Pei Xiaohai: "I want to tell her something important."

"My mother already knows about the burial clothes," Mu Dalang said, unable to bear it any longer. "What else do you want to say? I haven't offended you in the slightest, so why are you staring at me? Even if my mother scolded you a few times, wouldn't you have scolded her back? You're not done yet, are you?"

He kept yelling, and his father kept bowing and apologizing, "Miss, please don't bother with this brat. It's my fault for not being able to discipline him, and he has developed such a bad temper. His mother always stopped me when she wanted to discipline him, and she always told him that this is my son... A thousand mistakes are all my fault. Please bear with me and be kind enough to tell them what happened."

Pei Xiaohai: ...This feels really awkward.

"I won't argue with you today," Pei Xiaohai kept smiling. "I've already discussed your affairs, but not your father's. If I weren't kind-hearted, you'd never know in your lifetime!"

Mu Dalang murmured in confusion: "My father? What's wrong with my father?"

Mu Dalang took Pei Xiaohai to find Mu Guadanfu with a doubtful look. She was sitting on the bed picking beans, putting the big and plump ones in one pile and the shriveled and damaged ones in another pile. Maybe she was picking seeds?

Pei Xiaohai was a little annoyed with her, but didn't really care. Seeing that she was also not very welcoming to Pei Xiaohai, she forced a smile and asked her to sit down.

Little Pei didn't sit down either. He stood and spoke rapidly, then said, "That's probably it. No need to ask how I know. You can find the deed and you'll know whether it's true or not."

At this point, Pei Xiaohai felt a little regretful.

She should have looked for it first. What if she couldn't find it?

do not care!

"Anyway, I've already told you all. It's none of my business anymore. I'm leaving now!"

"Wait!" Widow Mu stood up. The beans rolled all over the floor, but she didn't even try to pick them up. Instead, she clutched Pei Xiaohai's arm tightly, as if she wanted to ask something. "You..."

He mentioned "you" and then stopped, seeming helpless, like a child.

Finally, she found her voice again, grabbed Pei Xiaohai and walked out: "You, you go, you come with us, if you talk nonsense, you'll see what I will do..."

how?

What could she do to a rich man's daughter?

Widow Mu had calmed down a little, although not much, but she remembered that after the spring, she still wanted to ask her son to go to the Liu family to work, so she said nothing, but just held the child Pei under her arm and walked towards the pile of rocks and soil.

Mu Shuanglin then advised: "What are you doing? Why are you taking her with you? I know I'm sorry for you, but if people see you like this, they'll think you're trying to kidnap the child. Just put her down..."

He was so anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Little Pei was a little scared at first, but then he calmed down.

"Let's go, just put me down and I'll walk by myself!"