Just when everyone was waiting for Xiao Zhao Yue's little hand to bend another finger and continue to say what they wanted to hear, preferably the most anticipated content, the half-raised little hand suddenly withdrew.

"Mother, pee."

“？”

In everyone's surprise, Zhao Yue's face turned red, and he shouted hurriedly, and his little hands went directly to the small quilt that was trying to lift.

Zhang Yihui, who was thinking about things, was slightly stunned, and then returned to her place, habitually pulling open the small quilt and skillfully opening the two thighs of her younger son.

It's a pity it's still late. The small finch peeking out of the open crotch pants spewed out a stream of rain and dew, but the wet area of the small cotton pants around the buttocks was also getting bigger.

Although Zhao Yue's brain is filled with adult thoughts, his too small body can't control many parts, and at the critical moment when he is pretending to be a god stick prophet, he peed his pants in full view.

"Hahaha......"

Guo Shi looked at the embarrassed little Zhao Yue, and suddenly laughed out loud, laughing very happily. In the laughter, his eyes glanced at Ning's slightly: "This is the demon you assert and stubbornly believe?" ”

The others were not slow to understand, they just forced themselves to laugh before, but with the Guo family taking the lead, many of them couldn't help it, and they laughed too.

Zhao Yue suddenly cried. At first, there were large tears flowing silently, and soon they became whining tears like rain, and the more they cried, the more sad they became.

Zhang first laughed and coaxed Zhao Yue to wipe his buttocks, changed into small cotton pants, and suddenly whimpered after changing.

Only then did she remember that she had forgotten to take her son's small clothes with her when she was so busy running for her life. This is going to my mother's house, and in the winter, when the young son pees, he has to be naked......

Now only she understands why her young son is so sad.

As a relative, you want to kill me regardless of family affection, but I still have to help you with family affection, and even try to save you. Whoever puts such a thing on his head will not be happy in his heart. Not to mention a little baby. My little Yue'er knows everything, how can she not be sad about such a cruel thing?

What she didn't know was that Zhao Yue was sad and embarrassed.

The soul is an adult, and it is too embarrassing to pee his pants in front of so many people, or the most dealine, most important, and most dependent or used, especially at this time. Zhao Yue has lived two lives, and he has never been so faceless. Hi!

The two of them were sad together.

Xiao Liu Tong, who was sleeping next to him, felt the call of the milk brother in his sleep, maybe he felt that this had to be supported, and he also opened his hazy eyes and cried with Wow. It was different from Zhao Yue's suppressed cry. He's howling. Children's voices go around the beams.

He vaguely felt the reason for Zhang's sadness. She was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, she was sad for what happened to her good sisters, and felt worthless for her good sisters' efforts for more than ten years, and she couldn't help crying.

The other elephants in the room were suddenly choked by the neck, and their laughter was suppressed, and their expressions became solemn and heavy, and they all turned their eyes to the Ning clan.

The old lady Ning, who was collectively questioned, scrutinized, and even criticized and complained with her eyes by the most important members of Zhao Zhuang, had a strong sense of self-esteem and wanted to save face, and her face was a little unbearable, and she couldn't help but regret it.

But with her strong will, she quickly ignored everyone's gaze, and once again firmly fixed her eyes on Zhao Yue, looking at it with a wary expression.

The main members of Zhao Zhuang once again understood the tenacious spirit of the old lady, and they didn't know whether to ridicule or be in awe. reminds me of the old lady's favorite eldest grandson, Zhao Gonglian. In an instant, everyone further understood why the old lady was so partial to her eldest grandson. These grandparents and grandchildren are too similar in terms of personality. That reluctance, I'm afraid that even Da Luo Jinxian can't stand it.

After changing into his little pants, Zhang picked up his young son who was crying profusely, sobbed and said, "Yue'er, no matter what others think of you, my mother believes you." Let's go. Back to Zhangzhuang, whatever you want to do, my mother will help you unconditionally. Even if she wants her mother to pay for her life, her mother is willing. ”

At this moment, this home, she really doesn't want to stay.

Zhuangzi, who is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, has a life that is not much better than that of the poor, and his ruthless relatives, what is there to be nostalgic for here? Back in Zhangzhuang, at least I'm still the eldest lady who is a good word.

Zhao Dayou's face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed.

Zhao Yue, who was crying bitterly, felt his mother's painful and resolute mood, and was excited: Something else, if I want my father and mother to divorce, why should I bother doing this?

"Mother,"

Zhao Yue wiped his tears with his small hands, and said strongly: "I can't go." If you don't start preparing hard now, wait for more than ten years from now that the northern savages will be overwhelming. Grandma, Dad, Aunt, Uncle Ma, Housekeeper, My Sister, Milk Brothers, All Ages...... None of them will survive. Zhaozhuang became a white field. The elder brother and the elder brother of Gongliang on the herdsmen will definitely defend the city, one commands the military and civilian resistance, and the other leads the logistics support, holding on for several months, and finally there is no food and grass inside and no rescuers outside, and the city of the plenum is ruined. The city's heads will be like blood gourds of all sizes......

At that time, only we are left in Shu, can we live without guilt? What's the point of living the days to come under the butcher's knife that the savages will cut at any time? ”

"Huh?"

In the midst of an exclamation, everyone was shocked.

Although Zhao Yue had said something about Quanzhuang's life before, except for Zhang Yihui, who firmly believed in his son, no one took it seriously. Ning even thinks that this is a demon and alarmist. When I hear it again now, it is difficult to calm down just thinking about the horrific scene.

After all, this is a treacherous frontier. The adults here have seen the ferocity of the Liao people when they commit crimes on the border every year, and it is not difficult to imagine the horror of a full-scale war.

Zhao Dayou, who was standing quietly behind his mother, suddenly breathed rapidly, and his eyes slowly lit up.

He is not stupid, and his emotional intelligence is not low, but he has always been in a harmonious family, too lacking in experience in dealing with family disputes, and suddenly caught in the fierce struggle between the old lady and wife, and there is superstitious interference, and he can't judge anything for a while, and he doesn't know who to believe and support whom, so he is at a loss.

At this time, he vaguely understood why his newborn son had a light of anger and hatred in his eyes. It shouldn't be hatred of family, it should be something, the divinity is not lost, the prophet is in danger, he doesn't like the world, he hates the enemy, but he can't speak, it's hard to tell his family. I didn't want to be noticed and misunderstood by the old lady.

The bloody eruption of the hero in his bones, and the responsibility of being the head of the family and the head of the village prompted Zhao Dayou to no longer be silent.

He no longer looked at his mother's face, walked directly to the bedside, met his wife's vigilant and sad gaze, and was sorry that he couldn't speak, so he nodded apologetically and said, "Yue'er is not only a mother. He is also my son. If there is a danger, it should be me, the father, who is the first to take the top. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and gently hugged Zhao Yue from his hesitant wife's arms, lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Yue's ear: "Son, my father was wrong and violated his original oath to you." Never again. Dad believes in you as much as your mother. I promise to be a good dad in the future. ”

Zhao Yue didn't squeak.

In his previous life, his father was grassroots and silent, but he did what he said and was responsible. Absolutely trustworthy.

Here, don't look at rhetoric, look at actions. As a scientist, I don't believe in emptiness, but in experimental practice. It doesn't matter what you say, what you do is. I don't believe you, even if you are my own father in this life.

Zhao Dayou didn't know what his young son was thinking.

He has a rough temperament, and directly asked the one who is most concerned and wants to know: "Yue'er, do you mean that Liaogou will invade the Great Song Dynasty on a large scale again in more than ten years?" ”

"Not a Khitan."

Zhao Yue shook his little head, "It's Jurchen." The Jurchens who were wantonly exploited and slaughtered by the Liao army. ”

“？”

Everyone looked at each other and didn't believe it.

Just those Jurchens who are so poor that they barely survive in the wild forests all day long? Is it possible that they want weapons without weapons, they want knowledge without knowledge, they have almost nothing, and the population is so small?

Being on the border and in contact with the Liao State, everyone still knows a little about the distant northern ethnic minorities that can almost be ignored.