Wang Zhongyu's departure is much more influential than Song Fusheng.

After all, Song Fusheng's family of three likes to wear strange looks from the moment they look at each other, and Song Fusheng also takes it off as soon as it is hot, which makes everyone numb early. But Wang Zhongyu is different.

Gao Tietou rubbed the beads of sweat on his head with the sleeve of his clothes, and deliberately looked back at the location of the peach blossom, far away from him, no matter what, he also took it off.

The brothers of the Gao family took off, and their clothes were put on the cart, and then many children who were ready to move excused themselves.

Huzi, Dalang, Erlang, and so on.

It turns out that humans don't actually want to wear clothes.

Too bonding.

Song Fusheng originally wanted to persuade the eldest brother, the second brother and the brother-in-law to untie the waist rope to cool down, but Song Fucai, as the eldest brother, glanced at the second brother and sister and the third brother and sister, pull it down quickly, when you are the eldest uncle, no matter how hot you are, you have to take care of your face.

Song Fuxi saw that the eldest brother didn't take it off, and he forgot it. After all, he is also Qian Peiying's second uncle.

Tian Xifa is taking care of peach blossoms. The girl is so old, you say that he is a father, how bad it is to take off his shirts, and then he escapes from the famine, in the eyes of the girl, he must also be a father. If your son Huzi wants to take it off, take it off.

The women are not allowed to do it, not only sweating on their faces, but also having to keep their hands on the road while burying their heads in the road.

What kind of work?

Isn't it that the women are reluctant to throw away their clothes and broken luggage rolls, Song Fuling mentioned it casually before leaving:

"The clothes are cut into a large piece of cloth, and the cloth is cut out of the hole just as the eye can see, and the nose is willing to open the opening.

When there are many mosquitoes in the next day, put a set on the face, and tie a rope around the neck to tighten the pullover cloth.

It's no different from my mask.

Everyone has a block, and in case of a sandy day, it can also block the sand.

It doesn't take up much space for a single person, so now you can use it as a basket or simply as a sweat towel to wipe your face. ”

Song Fuling talked nonsense and came up with ideas, but she didn't expect these women to listen to them.

Those who have scissors are in a hurry while poking holes in their old clothes.

Song Fusheng was at the front of the team, walking and walking, his back suddenly stiffened, and a warm liquid came from behind.

At this time, he was carrying a travel bag in front of him, a large basket behind him, and at the bottom of the basket were stacked with a moisture-proof mat and his coat, as well as a few miscellaneous things, on which sat Qian Mishou.

Qian Mishou began to be confused from taking the medicine, and he didn't say anything when he set off, sleeping in the basket all the way, with a big towel covered by Song Poria on his head to shade the sun. It is estimated that this is a dazed sleep, or it may be that I drank too much egg soup and spilled out of the urine directly.

Song Fusheng stiffened his spine luck.

Yes, I finally washed and changed the shorts by the river to make myself look more exquisite, this kid was ruined by a bubble of urine, and he smelled ashamed.

The most annoying thing is that Qian Mishou woke up after causing trouble, rubbed his eyes with his little hands, leaned out from the basket and hugged Song Fusheng's neck, and said softly: "It's over, I'm urinating." ”

Song Fusheng resigned himself to his fate and said: "Let's pee, is it better?" ”

"Well, uncle, I'm thirsty."

Song Fusheng untied Qian Mishou's water bladder, shook it before unscrewing the lid, and handed it to his back after shaking it.

Qian Mishou took it, and was stunned after taking a sip.

The child wanted to say something out loud in surprise, but he urgently covered his mouth with his little hand, like a thief, and the little brain melon looked around before lying in Song Fusheng's ear and saying, "Sweet, uncle is sweet." ”

Song Fusheng smiled: "Haven't you ever drunk it?" ”

"Uh, I've drunk it," Qian Mishou said uncertainly, "Is it cow's milk?" ”

Ah, Song Fusheng forgot, in the past, the little guy sitting in the basket behind him, who was also a child of a wealthy family, called slaves and maids, and drank milk. Alas, in the past.

As soon as he was stunned, the little guy shouted out and waved his little hand: "Sister, aunt." He fed the water bladder to Song Fusheng's mouth again: "Uncle drink, drink quickly, sweet mouth, Mi Shou can't drink it." ”

Song Fusheng was frightened and hurried "Shhh!" ”

I can't drink a fart, so I can get it quickly, and I'm worried about it.

The little milk powder he took out was not enough for the children of the family.

Just as he was about to tell the baby a few words, don't make noise, don't talk outside, Gao Tietou shouted at the front:

"Third uncle, look at it, is that the carriage you saw in your treasure? This carriage is so magnanimous. But why hasn't the car left yet? Your treasure is really amazing, we have come so far to meet it. ”