It was past eight o'clock in the evening.

Qian Mishou held Song Fusheng's big hand tightly, and staggered to follow Song Fusheng's side with his calf.

While walking, by the light of the torches, he looked up at Song Fusheng from time to time, thinking:

Uncle, why didn't you mention what you wanted to carry for me? Hurry up, I'm going to be unable to walk.

Song Fusheng had already discovered that Qian Mishou was just pretending to be stupid when he was looking at him at a glance.

I thought: Mi Shou, can you hold on for a while, try to be self-reliant.

It's not that your uncle doesn't want to carry you, it's that your uncle can't walk anymore and is going to be scrapped.

At the same time, Mrs. Ma probed for the fifth time and looked at Song Fuling, who was paralyzed in the mule cart.

Song Fuling found that her grandmother was expecting her to take the initiative to get out of the car, Ma Yu crossed her two arms, shook her head again, and clearly refused.

Mrs. Ma really couldn't hold on, and she couldn't force her little granddaughter down, so she could only shout in a hurry: "That cow shopkeeper, cow shopkeeper?" Can you get a spot in the car? ”

The cow shopkeeper first waved his whip and whipped it the mule that refused to move slowly, and then leaned over and looked back, and said with a bitter face:

"Old lady, I have already left under the car, and the mule can no longer walk, and can no longer bear the weight on it, for it will die of exhaustion when it looks at it."

After hearing this, Mrs. Ma almost sat on the ground in despair.

Just when Mrs. Ma's legs trembled and she was really about to fall to the ground, Song Fuling took a deep breath and mustered up the courage of her whole body before shouting: "Milk, you come up, I'll go down." ”

"Huh? Hey, it's coming! ”

The mule cart stopped, Mrs. Ma climbed into the carriage, Song Fuling went down, and the two switched places sideways.

However, Song Fuling cried again when she got out of the car sideways, and she had already cried twice in one day.

Tugging on the sleeve of her milk coat, she cried reluctantly: "Milk, do you know? Actually, I really, really didn't want to go down. ”

Mrs. Ma broke her little granddaughter's hand to grab her sleeve, and wanted to say, if you wait for the milk to rest for half a ring, it will be half a ring, and the milk will be poured back for you.

But?

Alas, it's not that she is ruthless and doesn't care for the child, it's just that the little granddaughter's ass is too heavy, and she won't go down when she comes up, and she shakes like a rattle when she calls her brain. She walked under the car for a long time, and for a few hours, oh my God, she almost didn't kill her.

Mrs. Ma's lips moved, and in the end she didn't say anything, and said in her heart: I don't guarantee it first, but I will discuss it later.

And this time Song Fuling cried, accompanied by many companions.

For example, in the second mule cart, Song Jinbao in the car was playing and crying: "I'm asleep, I'm asleep, don't call me." ”

Song Fu was so happy that he almost stopped the trolley and came over to beat him: "Get out of here for me and let your second sister go up." Your second sister's leg is broken, can you understand something! ”

Zhu was not happy, the more she scolded her baby son, the more upset she became, and she twisted Erya's ears and scolded in a whisper: "How can you still fall down when you walk, look at your father scolding Jinbao, are you satisfied?" ”

Erya had tears on her face, what was she satisfied with? She didn't want to fall, she didn't listen to the call, and she didn't move, and the soles of her feet fell as soon as they were mixed.

Mrs. Tian and Song Jinbao were in the same car. Seeing Song Jinbao crying and making trouble, Erya also wiped her tears outside the car, Song Fuxi kept scolding the child, and said helplessly: "I'll go down and let Erya come up." ”

Song Yinfeng felt sorry for her mother-in-law: "Mother, you just changed the peach blossoms, and you have been walking for a long time, so you can sit for a while if you can't stand it." ”

Mrs. Tian waved her hand: "There's nothing I can't stand it, let the baby come up, I can still go." ”