Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

Shang Qing led the children into the bamboo forest, looked around to make sure there was no movement, then helped Xi'er down with one hand and squatted down to dig bamboo shoots.

The children next to her imitated her, finding a bamboo shoot on the ground, putting down their baskets, and digging away the mud underneath little by little.

After all, he was just a child, and he couldn't control his strength, so he broke it in a few strokes.

Lao Zong, standing nearby, was surprised and couldn't help but glance a few more times at Gu Pan'er, whose strength was extraordinary.

The child was simply too careless and didn't notice the obvious gaze, but that doesn't mean Shang Qing didn't notice.

He subtly moved closer to Gu Pan'er, guiding the child to avoid the bamboo shoots while simultaneously blocking her view with his body.

Lao Zong wasn't stupid. Seeing the obvious movement, he immediately looked away and focused on chopping bamboo with his dull machete.

The bamboo grove was neglected, and many bamboo branches were tangled together. Sometimes, even if you cut one down, you couldn't make it fall.

He had no choice but to cut down all the bamboo stalks of similar height together.

"Step back, the bamboo is about to fall over."

Several children who were still digging bamboo shoots heard the shout and immediately gathered around their mother, watching helplessly as the bamboo fell down.

"Wife, is this enough? If not, I'll go over there and chop some more?"

"This is enough, but I'd still need your help to cut it open."

Lao Zong nodded as he looked at the bamboo in front of him, which was almost as thick as Shang Qing's two arms. He reached out and pulled the bundle of bamboo aside, then began to chop it.

Once he was sure he wasn't staring at his daughter any longer, Shang Qing handed the child he was carrying on his back to his second daughter, and continued digging with the stronger Gu Pan'er.

After digging out three or four bamboo shoots, the daughter was able to control her strength and not break the shoots, so they split up and continued their work.

When Shang Qing finished filling the basket he had brought and stood up, just as he was about to call Pan'er to go back and rest, he noticed a green head hanging behind the child.

Bamboo Leaf Green?

How could there be such a snake here?

Thinking of the dense, undisturbed forest here, she felt that this situation was quite normal.

In order not to frighten the child and cause the snake to bite in fright, Shang Qing could only squat down and pick up the wooden stick next to him to pry it away.

But just as she made her move, Gu Nian'er, who had been holding her child and hadn't seen the two of them for a long time, also noticed the green venomous snake and couldn't help but let out a scream.

Shang Qing and Gu Pan'er were both startled and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

The next moment, she felt a gust of wind rush past her and heard Lao Zong's soft exclamation.

"Sorry, we're still a step too late."

What's a step too late?

Shang Qing suddenly realized what he had said and immediately rushed forward to hug the frightened Gu Pan'er, searching for her wounds.

Finally, they found two small, bleeding holes on that bony arm.

"Mother, am I going to die? I haven't seen Father yet, I don't want to die."

"Don't worry, Pan'er, your mother will never let you die."

As Shang Qing spoke, he used a sickle he was using to cut bamboo to tear his clothes and rip off a strip of cloth to tie to the wound.

Seeing the arm that was tightly bound until it turned slightly white, she didn't know what to do next, and could only look at Lao Zong beside her with red eyes.

"Do you have any way to treat snake venom? Pan'er can't die."

The other party didn't know what to do either, so he squatted down and wiped the sickle clean with his clothes, but felt it wasn't clean enough, so he washed it with the water bottle next to him, and then cleanly cut open the wound.