Song Lizheng took someone to check it, afraid of losing things. He also lectured the four night watchmen, saying that you are so unsuccessful, are you so worthy of the gluttony that everyone has put together?

Keep your eyes open and look closely, don't notice when the torch is extinguished.

The women coaxed their children one after another, telling them to go back to sleep quickly, and they had to continue to hurry at dawn. The mouth kept muttering the ancient golden songs of coaxing the baby, and I couldn't be scared when I touched the hair.

Qian Peiying was also coaxing Qian Mishou, holding the child in her arms and patting her back gently.

She knew in her heart that the child's reaction could be so big, on the one hand, she was sleepy.

On the other hand, those two bricks have a heavy weight in Qian Mishou's small heart. In the baby's heart, that is the task given to him by his grandfather, and the only thing must be guarded.

Therefore, this child has been carrying it all the time from meeting him to the present.

Give her the bricks, that's all for her aunt's face, and then for Poria cocos. My uncle couldn't believe it, he didn't let him touch it, he didn't feel at ease.

Song Fuling lifted the mask above her head, poured some hot water and brought it to Qian Mishou: "Come, drink, don't cry, you're crying and smoking." ”

Qian Mishou took a sip of saliva, glanced at Song Poria after taking a sip, and his eyelids drooped.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Fuling again, "Sister, pay attention in the future." ”

This is what it means that after some consideration, you can continue to sleep on your pillow.

Song Fuling hurriedly nodded gratefully: "Then thank you Mi Shou, I will be more careful in the future, and I will definitely not let people touch it." After speaking, he glanced at Qian Peiying.

Both of them knew that they could be trying to steal glutinous rice bricks, it should be for something else.

But I don't dare to say it, this kid has identified the brick, so don't stimulate him to cry in the middle of the night.

Song Fuling glanced at the thermos pot she put aside, and her eyes flashed.

And Song Fusheng re-bandaged Sizhuang's wounds as soon as possible, and he was a little worried. The medicine he gave to Si Zhuang before escaping was almost gone, but the wound was not good. The medicine will be able to last another day, if it doesn't work after that, where can I catch a desert escape doctor with medicine on him. Myrrh is also good, myrrh, herbs were used in ancient times, as long as the doctor knew it.

Gao Tietou didn't sleep immediately, and leaned over and asked, "Third uncle, does the fourth strong brother know martial arts?" Can you let him teach us at the break? ”

"Ask him yourself."

After speaking, Song Fusheng got up to visit the pair of thieves who were beaten.

I really didn't expect that the pair of brothers had killed each other, the younger brother slapped the elder brother's big mouth to admit his mistake, the elder brother kicked the younger brother a few times and said why are you beating me, and the two of them were bleeding from the nose and mouth that the brother-in-law had already beaten.

Song Fusheng had no intention of watching this farce, so he had to rest quickly.

He said get out, don't let me see you again, don't dare to worry about our things, as long as I see you again, see you nearby, and my legs will be discounted.

The thief brothers were let go.

And the refugees who were woken up nearby basically looked at it, and they were almost inseparable from the children's crying, and they only had one thought in their hearts:

Don't look at the crowd of those people, it is estimated that it is superficial.

Except for the mules and cows, which can kill and eat meat, there is no food.

Otherwise, how could there be such a big movement because of a long-haired glutinous rice brick, shouting and killing.

Whoa, it seems that it is not as good as them.

Continue on the road at dawn.

But after only half a morning, Qian Mishou suddenly fell ill without warning, his face was flushed, and he started to get hot. When I touched it, my forehead was hot.

Song Fusheng was carrying Qian Mishou on his back, and the child was lying on his back.