Song Mengping is actually not particularly interested in the affairs of the Zhou family, after all, whether it is Zhou Chunhua or Zhou Xinghua, they are much older than her, and the two parties have not played together. The reason why she cares is only for joy.

Therefore, feeling that she had conveyed everything that should be conveyed, Song Mengping's attention was on turning the flower rope.

Huanxi is also willing to accompany her, anyway, the game of turning the flower rope does not need to use any brains.

At noon, Song Mengping went back satisfied, but she was happy, and her face sank after she left.

Zhao Xiuhe......

When did she Yang Huanxi suffer such a loss?

Although it is not a loss to be serious, she just responds in her heart.

As the old farmers said, this rain is very heavy, even if it is occasionally smaller, it will soon become bigger. It is also because of this that although Song Weimin brought an umbrella, he was still drenched in rain when he came back.

Huanxi let him change into the clean clothes he had prepared a long time ago, and poured him a bowl of thick ginger water.

- It's not that she doesn't want to put brown sugar, but brown sugar is very rare in this era, so women who have confinement in the family will buy some, and they are usually reluctant to buy it and can't afford it.

is also because there is no brown sugar, Huanxi increased the amount of ginger several times, which made Song Weimin's face wrinkled together.

Not long after, Song Erzhu and Song Weiguo also came back, they were also wet, and they were choked by Jiang Shui and frowned after changing their clothes.

For the patches on the clothes, the three men in the family all expressed their admiration, even if they were not satisfied, but compared to Feng Shuhua, her craftsmanship was much better.

In fact, no one found a mood of joy and depression. It's not that they don't care about her, it's that she hides it too well.

If there is anything that joy is good at in addition to handicraft, it is to cover up emotions.

In her previous life, she never let her tyrant father find out her malice towards the mother and son, she was always the little pitiful who valued her family and wanted to get along with her family, but was always hurt.

The rain stopped for four days in a row, and Feng Shuhua planned to go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and fungus, which was very popular with the children, so the patriotic ones were very interested.

Huanxi said he didn't want to go, "It's too slippery on the mountain now, and I'm worried about wrestling." "This is true, after all, people who have been in a wheelchair for more than ten years, even if they can walk and run normally now, but there are still some taboos about muddy mountain roads after rain.

Even if you want to go, at least wait until you are completely familiar with these legs.

Hearing it in Feng Shuhua's ears, she thought she was worried about the condition of her ribs after wrestling - although the doctor said that Huanxi could heal in a month, but as the old saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt the muscles and bones, so after two months, everyone still thinks that Huanxi is injured.

"Little aunt, you can leave Fengzhen behind, it's inconvenient to take her up the mountain. Huanxi took the initiative.

Feng Shuhua was not polite to her, "Then you go to my house, the little guy is still asleep, and he originally planned to dig her up." ”

Huanxi nodded in agreement.

Not long after, Feng Shuhua took her three children up the mountain.

No matter how noisy Feng Zhen is on weekdays, she has a benefit, she sleeps a lot, she basically sleeps seventeen or eighteen hours a day, except for noon in the second half of the day, she is basically sleeping next to her, and she will only wake up when she is hungry.

Of course, as far as Huanxi is concerned, this situation is completely caused by her own lack of nutrition, so during this time, she always soaks several children in malt milk essence three times a day. Song Aiguo is still young, if Song Weimin is the people, maybe he will be able to find out that something is wrong.

Huanxi looked at Song Weimin's old textbook for an hour, and felt a little bored, she walked out of the back door, planning to pick some vegetables to prepare for lunch.

Pulled out a radish, happily looked at it and wanted to pull one, I didn't want to pick a radish this time, it was quite a waste of her strength, and when she finished pulling, she couldn't help but squat aside to rest.

I took out a bag of sugar hawthorn from my pocket, this was sent back by Song Bao's family, Song Erzhu went to the post office to pick it up in the rain yesterday afternoon, and stuffed a bag into her pocket early this morning.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good.

Huanxi was eating happily, when a hand suddenly stretched out next to him and snatched the sugar hawthorn over.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she turned her head, she saw a tiger-headed boy stuffing sugar hawthorn into his mouth like gobbling it up, as if sensing her gaze, and said vaguely: "Song Huanxi, what is this, I still want it, one bag is not enough!"

Huanxi raised his eyebrows, "Zhou Xiaobao?"

Zhou Xiaobao continued to eat sugar hawthorn, and said with a nonchalant face: "What do you want me to do?"

"You come with me. Huanxi snapped her fingers at him.

Zhou Xiaobao was a little unhappy, but thought that he could get more delicious food, so he followed.

found that Huanxi actually brought himself to the river, and Zhou Xiaobao, who had already eaten a bag of sugar hawthorn, said with an unhappy face: "You take me here......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xiaobao found that his body was out of balance, and he subconsciously wanted to grab something but didn't catch anything, and fell into the river with a plop.

"Help, I can't swim!" Zhou Xiaobao shouted while struggling.

He subconsciously looked at Huanxi, but found that this sister, who had always been demanding from him, was looking at him expressionlessly.

Zhou Xiaobao was only six years old, and he didn't understand what the other party's expression meant, but he instinctively felt scared.

The voice of a child is already sharp, and although the location is remote, there are always adults passing by.

It's just that when someone came, Zhou Xiaobao's struggle had already begun to become weak.

"Oh no, a child has fallen into the river!" someone yelled, and then there was the sound of footsteps.

Song Yanqing saw the girl standing by the river at a glance, and her face suddenly changed. It's just that before the bad speculation could ferment, she saw that the little girl seemed to be frightened, and turned her head to look at it, her expression was dazed and stunned.

"Are you...... Mengping's father?" Huanxi was a little surprised.

You must know that Song Mengping's father does not work in the production team, but takes a letter of introduction from the team to work outside, and usually only sees people during the Chinese New Year.

Huanxi was able to recognize Song Yanqing, but Song Yanqing couldn't recognize her, only heard the other party say the name of the youngest daughter, and guessed that it should be the youngest daughter's playmate.

But at this time, he couldn't take care of this, and jumped into the river with a plop.

Zhou Xiaobao would have sunk down, and Song Yanqing and a few adults who jumped down later took some effort to pull people up.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaobao's chest was still rising and falling when he was rescued, he sighed imperceptibly with joy, and a touch of pity crossed his eyes.