Qiu Xia had dinner early and fed the chickens, ducks and sheep at home.

After cleaning up the housework, Qiuxia is about to clean up the balls.

In the twilight, Qiuqiu lay in the shade of the old apricot tree, his eyes slightly closed, and his body curled up in a ball.

All day, Qiuxia didn't give it food and water, and in such a hot late spring weather, Qiuqiu was already a little tired.

Qiu Xia took a hoe and walked gently towards the ball. The reason why I take a hoe is because the length of the hoe is appropriate, the size is suitable, and most of the hoes are made of cypress wood with a certain degree of flexibility, and I am not afraid of breaking it too hard.

Qiuqiu didn't know if he had fainted or fallen asleep, unaware of the impending danger, and no longer had the vigilance he had in the past.

Qiu Xia sneered in her heart, you, a filial dog, will soon become a dead dog.

Qiu Xia stopped three steps away from the ball, adjusted her breathing, and calmed her mind. After all, it is a fatal thing, although it is a dog, Qiu Xia still has some apprehension in her heart.

Qiu Xia took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and rounded the hoe to hit the ball head.

With a snap, the hoe slammed into the hard muddy ground under the old apricot tree. The huge rebound force made Qiu Xia's arms feel numb.

Qiu Xia didn't hear the expected scream, opened her eyes, and a black figure swooped towards her, knocking her to the ground.

Qiu Xia was so frightened that she sat on the ground, Qiuqiu's mouth wide open, pink tongue, and sharp teeth shaking in front of her eyes.

Qiu Xia was so frightened that her soul was about to fly out of her body, and she hurriedly stepped back with both hands and feet.

Qiuqiu rushed forward angrily, roaring loudly, and the droplets in his mouth splashed on Qiu Xia's face.

It turned out that Qiuqiu had already known that Qiuxia was going to clean it up, so it pretended to sleep to deceive Qiuxia, and when Qiuxia's hoe was knocked down, it jumped to the side.

Qiu Xia stood up with a hoe, gasping for breath, frightened.

"Dead thing, it's really cunning enough, it scares the old lady to death."

Qiu Xia settled down and chased the ball with a hoe. The ball was tied by a rope, and he couldn't bite Qiuxia when he wanted to, and he couldn't run away when he wanted to run, so he was chased by Qiuxia and circled around the old apricot tree.

Although Qiuqiu is spiritual, it is just a dog, where can it compare to the viciousness and insidiousness of the human heart.

After a few turns, the rope around Qiuqiu's neck became shorter and shorter, and finally he was completely trapped under the tree.

"You damn filial dog, where do I see you going?" Qiu Xia raised the hoe in her hand and hit Qiuqiu's head hard.

Qiuqiu let out a miserable scream, and the cry was painful and sad, echoing over Cheche Mountain.

A wound was cut on Qiuqiu's head, and blood was gushing out.

But Qiuqiu didn't scream and beg for mercy, it still stared at Qiuxia angrily and viciously, making her heart furious and her hands and feet cold. That anger, that ferocity, really like a wild wolf.

"Shoot you, shoot you." Qiu Xia kept shouting, and the hoe in her hand rained down on Qiuqiu's body.

The ball dodged and jumped, but the rope around its neck restrained it, and it couldn't dodge Qiuxia's furious attacks.

Heart-wrenching screams kept coming out of the ball's mouth.

The chickens clucked and clucked in a mess, and they sympathized with what happened to Qiuqiu. The ball drove away the yellow rat king, and the chickens were no longer harassed by the rats, and they were grateful to him.

The ducks quacked and ran around the yard, and the relentless blow frightened them. They protest en masse, Qiuqiu is also their partner, and they also resent Qiuxia's madness.

The three little lambs, bleating in horror, burrowed under the belly of the old ewe. Qiuqiu is such a good playmate, why does Qiuxia play it like this? The little lambs did not understand, and did not dare to understand, but they only crouched under the belly of the old ewe, and told their displeasures with their cries.

The chickens and dogs in this yard jumped and alarmed the entire Cheche Mountain, and everyone ran over to see what was going on in the house of the seven old men.

The first to hear the movement was Sanhua'er. It saw that the ball ball it had always loved was beaten to a bloody blur by Qiu Xia, and shouted at Qiu Xia angrily.

Sanhua'er is an adult female dog, her head is half the size of Qiuqiu, and her furious appearance scares Qiuxia. Qiu Xia waved the hoe in her hand and drove Sanhua'er.

Sanhua'er kicked on the ground with four feet, hunched over, erected hair, and shouted at Qiuxia unrelentingly.

Little Tintin ran in crying. She hugged the injured ball in distress, not caring that the blood from the ball ball stained her clothes.

"Badass, you wicked, you're a badass!" Little Ding Ding cried and scolded Qiuxia.

"Our dog, it's none of your business if I kill it!" Qiu Xia was very angry that Xiao Ding Ding was protecting the ball like this.

"If you dare to kill it, if you want to kill it, I will fight with you. Badass, wicked! Little Tintin raised his fist at Qiuxia.

"You said you, how can you be an adult who can't get along with a dog, and you are so ruthless. Your heart is so dark. Xiaoqing also came, and she squatted down in distress and untied the rope around Qiuqiu's neck.

"It's biting me, I can't hit it!" Qiu Xia didn't expect that her doing this would arouse public anger, so she had to find a reason for herself.

"It's biting you, where is it, I'll see!" Xiaoqing was not afraid of Qiuxia, and came over to question her.

Qiu Xia took a few steps back, where could she find the wound!

"Sister Xiaoqing, will Qiuqiu die?" The second baby reached out and stroked the blood-stained hair of the ball and asked Xiaoqing. Qiuqiu is such a cute dog, why does Qiuxia have to hit it like this?

"Sanhua'er, bite her. Bite this mother-in-law to death. Liu Stuffundun commanded Sanhua'er at the door. The stupid Liu Stuffundun was also angry, Qiuqiu was his good partner, and he often played with Sanhua'er with him.

Sanhua'er really jumped up and wanted to bite Qiuxia. Qiu Xia was so frightened that she hid in the house, closed the door and didn't dare to show up.

"Sister, let's take Qiuqiu home, or it will die." Little Tintin picked up the bloody ball and walked home.

Xiaoqing followed Xiao Ding Ding home. People also dispersed.

Everyone was talking about Qiu Xia's ruthless heart, carrying the seven old men behind her back to make such a ruthless hand to a dog who couldn't speak. The whole village, except for Liu Yishui, Yagou and Little Pepper, everyone likes Qiuqiu very much. What a spiritual dog it is!

Xiao Ding Ding took Qiuqiu home, and Xiaoqing called hot water to clean Qiuqiu's wounds.

"Hey, this woman, it's really not a good thing, how can you be so cruel to a dog!" Wang Silin couldn't bear to see it, "Xiaoqing, you wash its wounds, and disinfect it with the wine that your aunt brought over last time." Also, the yellow wattle leaves outside the fence can stop the bleeding if they are crushed. ”

Little Ding Ding listened to his grandfather's words, ran outside the door and came back with a large handful of yellow wattle leaves.

Qiuqiu lay quietly on his stomach and asked Xiaoqing to clean his wound and disinfect it.

Little Ding Ding applied the crumpled yellow wattle leaves to Qiuqiu's wound.

"Qiuqiu, does it hurt? If it hurts, you cry out, and when you cry, it doesn't hurt? ”

"Fools, dogs don't cry." Xiao Dingding's words made Xiao Qing's nose sour.

"Sister, if Seventh Grandpa doesn't want Qiuqiu, we'll raise it."

"No, Grandpa Seventh likes Qiuqiu so much."

"However, I think Grandpa Seventh prefers Qiuxia's evil mother-in-law."

"Qiuqiu, you eat a little, and it won't hurt when you're full." Xiaoqing brought leftovers for Qiuqiu to eat.

Qiuqiu was so hungry that he devoured it.

"Sister, Qiuqiu can still eat, Qiuqiu won't die." Little Tintin was happy.