"Fat girl, I was wrong!"

Song Fuling was startled, when did Song Jinbao jump beside her.

Song Jinbao grabbed the sleeve of Song Ling's clothes and said: "I will never talk back to the third aunt in the future, the third uncle and the third aunt will go wherever they say, and I will do whatever I want." Gritted his teeth again: "I won't mess around with the third aunt's food, she will give it to me, I will eat again, and I will definitely not rob it." ”

Song Fuling looked at the little boy with a pink curtain around her: "And then." ”

"Also? And then? ”

"Of course."

Song Jinbao was entangled and scratched his head: No, he didn't do anything else, so he scolded the third aunt a few words, and it was not intentional, the main reason was that the third aunt was too picky, and he was beaten by his father.

Song Fuling looked at him like that and reminded: "You can't fight with Qian Mishou all the way, he is younger than you." ”

In fact, I want to say a lot, such as don't only eat and drink in your eyes, think about your two sisters, the eldest and second, don't always rob them of food. After thinking about it, what to say to the children of what age, the second uncle and the second aunt do not have the eldest girl and the second aunt in their eyes.

"You repeat."

Song Jinbao not only repeated, but also played freely very well: "Don't fight, don't bully Qian Mishou, he is a younger brother, I want to be humble and don't rob him of food." That fat girl, I have my share of the dry rice, right? ”

Song Fuling nodded amusedly.

"It's two bowls, right?"

"Well, well, I've got to ......."

Song Jinbao hurriedly covered his ears and ran away, ran to his father and shouted: "I don't listen, I don't listen, it's just two bowls!" ”

Even if the adults ask, what are the two bowls? I didn't take it seriously when I knew the reason.

Kids, it's always good to have dreams.

Only Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying sighed in their hearts, usually his daughters make a wish, want to buy this, want that, they will always want to help realize their dreams, but this time the promise is too big!

These more than 20 people, how many meters have they been filled, take a step at a time, a toothache.

In this way, after walking for more than an hour, the sky was already a little bright, and the big guy walked over to the side of the mountain.

I saw the endless wasteland that Tian Xifa said, and there was a bigger mountain more than 100 kilometers away from the wasteland, and there were probably bandits on the mountain.

"Her father," Qian Peiying was inexplicably a little nervous: "You said that if there are really thieves on the mountain in the distance, can they see our hundred or so people now?" We're a pretty big team. ”

"No, don't be nervous," Song Fusheng patted the rainproof silk backpack on his body, and reminded in a small voice: "You should be a long-range mirror for them, just your husband and I have it, and now I have it all over the world, you know no." ”

"Then you have, what's the use of just seeing? You just have ten binoculars, they dare to kill, you dare to kill? ”

Song Fusheng: "......"

It can't be said that he is all nagging, he is not afraid to kill, he is mainly bound by modern laws.

The high butcher shouted: "Little three? ”

Yes, I was familiar with most of the night, and I changed from Song Tongsheng to a junior.

"Hey, Uncle Gao, you say!"

"Is there a hole in this mountain? I've never been here before, and I don't know if I can hold any of us in the cave. But no matter what, we have to go up the mountain, the big guy can't live in the wasteland, the target is big, and it won't be a target. ”

How does he know if there is a hole, Uncle Gao might as well ask his brother-in-law, Song Fusheng waved his hand: "Can you also go up, let's go up first, rest for a long day to see the weather!" ”

"Medium!" The high butcher replied loudly, turned around and beckoned his family again: "Get out of the car, the ox cart can't pull it, go up the mountain and put the children on your back!" ”

Qian Peiying also hurriedly turned around and waved her hand and called Song Fuling: "Girl? Hurry up, do you hear me? Follow me. ”

Song Fusheng glared at her, grabbed her arm and scolded in a low voice: "What are you hurrying up, tiger." It's dark and I can't see clearly, the tide in the mountains, and then the snake will bite you. Go and go, lead the girl to the big back and follow ......"

Before the words were spoken, he heard the sound of a thunderbolt, and Song Fusheng was suddenly knocked down by Song Poria like a small cannonball, and the father and daughter lay on the ground like a snail, and suddenly the dust flew, and the gauze on Song Fusheng's face was not filtered out, and he ate a mouthful of ashes.

"My God, San'er!"

Ma Shi had just gotten off the mule cart when she saw her old son being knocked down straight upright, and he fell so strongly, and with a bang, she was in pain.

Ma scolded when he pulled his throat: "Fat girl, you are blind, hit your father!" ”

Song Fusheng also wanted to say, girl, can you get down from your father, your acceleration almost didn't give me a fork.

Song Fuling thinks that it doesn't matter if anyone who does big things is wronged, they should sing when they are scolded, and when they get up from the ground, they whisper: "Dad, you are about to cry out in pain, so you don't have to take the lead to go up the mountain, this is a primeval forest, there are tigers." ”

"Oops!" Song Fusheng cooperated, and immediately covered his waist and hummed: "Oops, this kid is going to knock me to death." ”

When everyone heard it, this is terrible, saying that it is a big taboo to die in them, it seems that it is really hurt, otherwise who can curse themselves so much, it is not good that they hurt their bones, and they asked loudly how it is.

Song Lizheng also stepped forward and touched Song Fusheng's waist and calves indiscriminately, then stood up and said to everyone: "First one family out of two strong laborers, open the road in front, bring everything with the guys, don't touch the wolf, the tiger or something, if you do, you have to play with your life, remember to lead the way." ”

Tian Xifa volunteered: "I have been to this mountain with my father, everyone will come with me, if I don't remember badly, there is a cave on the side, see how many people can live in it." ”

"Zhong, let Xifa take the lead, you all follow," Song Lizheng nodded, and added: "It's really no trick, if the weather is not good, let's set up a tent with oilcloth, it's decided, you go first." ”

After arranging these, Song Lizheng turned to Song Fusheng and said, "Come, I'll support you, and we'll press the formation in the back." ”

"No, grandpa, really don't, you go to the front Zhang Luo."

Song Lizheng didn't do it, and said in his heart: What kind of mess is there in front of his legs and feet, those should be done by young people, in case something happens, he hasn't lived enough, or is it safe in the back.

Song Lizheng dragged Song Fusheng up.

Everyone began to climb the mountain again.

A dozen torches in front of him lit up in unison, and a dozen scythes opened the way, cutting away the waist-high weeds.

On the way up the mountain, due to Song Fusheng's "injury", Song Lizheng was old behind, and Song Fuling's uncle Tian Xifa became the temporary leader.

If there are weeds in front of the road, then needless to say, cut them all, and a slightly wider road must be cut, so that mules and ox carts can come over, so that the elderly and children can walk more conveniently.

But if there are small branches in the way, Tian Xifa will ask everyone to cut them down and give them to him to carry, because he has a charter in his heart: the cave is designated to be inhabitable, and once it rains, it is urgent to set up a tent and build a shelter, and these small branches can just bend out of the arch.