The weather is very hot, and people's hearts are also anxious.

Mrs. Ma waved her arm and beat Song Fuling's back: "How can you be so greedy, how can you be so greedy, dare to stuff it in your mouth if you don't recognize it, I'll let you stuff it." ”

Beat her granddaughter, after Mrs. Ma beat a few times, she was hot and tired and panting.

Song Fuling was beaten because her father's lying spirit went online in time, saying that she saw wild fruits when she went to the toilet, and she ate them when she was greedy, and her tongue turned black, so there was no need to make a fuss.

Listen, how careless is this reason made up, and it was beaten, right?

Song Fusheng didn't expect his old son to slam his fist after hearing this, frowned and stopped, and said:

"What are you doing, mother, what are you doing beating us? No matter how old you are, I haven't even hit her with a finger, who are you calling for! ”

Song Fuling was stopped behind by her father, and gently tugged the corner of Song Fusheng's clothes: "It's okay, Dad, don't make noise, my milk is frightened." ”

Qian Peiying also waved her hand to Song Fusheng: "Do whatever you have to do, go down to the river to wash and cool off after you are busy with Mishou, don't get mixed up here, go quickly." ”

Qian Peiying was able to speak like this because she saw Mrs. Ma so frightened that her hands trembled, she was not pretending to be fake at all, and her face changed in fright just now, and she thought that her daughter's tongue was black and poisoned.

Song Fusheng had a loud voice here, and all the nearby families looked over, shouting loudly and loudly to the old lady, and the old lady couldn't erase her face.

Besides, alas, it's also kind, and I really take Poria seriously.

And Song Fusheng listened to his daughter-in-law's words, and left to leave, but when he left, he turned around and muttered unhappily:

"I've always told you, girls are thin-skinned, don't scold in front of people.

You're always good, and now you're on it again.

Why do children eat wild fruits? Why do you dare to stuff it in your mouth if you don't recognize it?

Poor, thirsty, hungry, without food or drink.

It's us adults who can't do it, and the children are obedient enough one by one, what do you send to her if you have fire. ”

Qian Peiying could only wave her hand again and said, "Hurry up and leave yours, it's really grinding." ”

Song Fuling also stood in place in embarrassment, stirring her fingers and thinking:

If I hadn't really eaten ice cream just now, it was so sweet, so sweet, so refreshing, delicious, and the black tongue was caused by stealing it, and I almost had to bring my father's words to tears.

That's what it says.

Qian Peiying said to her daughter: "You also go, go to find peach blossoms and wash them." ”

"What about my brother?"

"Mi Shou doesn't have to worry about you."

Song Fuling turned around and was just about to leave, when Song Jinbao ran over: "Sister Fat girl, is the fruit sweet?" ”

"Ugh."

Song Jinbao's eyes lit up: "Where did you find the fruit?" ”

Mrs. Ma burst into flames, rushed over with a rice spoon, and grabbed Song Jinbao: "I'll let you have fruits, fruits and fruits!" ”

Song Fuling saw that her arms were rounded, and the rice spoon slapped Song Jinbao's ass again and again, and the shot was very firm, she felt a pain in her body, and ran away with her ass.

Zhu, who was cooking, was anxious and wanted to go over to stop her, but she was afraid that her mother-in-law would beat her together, but it happened that her man Song Fuxi came back with water, and hurriedly shouted: "Jinbao Dad, you hurry up and persuade your mother." ”

Song Fuxi glanced at the scene of his son being beaten: "What do you persuade, let my mother scatter fire." Alas! It's not easy to hold her out of the sick. ”

Zhu's eyes were in disbelief, were her man and Song Fusheng really brothers? Look at the other person's one, don't let me say it, protect it. Look at this again, let the old lady beat her son and spread fire. This is their only son.

Yes, sprinkle fire.

And on this day, several families beat the baby, and the children who beat were crying and shouting their mothers one by one, rolling all over the ground.

For this is the sorrow of the poor.

The poor would rather spoil their food than eat it and save it.

But it's too hot, and every family is faced with the situation that they can't hold the meat and eggs they have saved, and they have to eat them, so they can't let the meat stink and the eggs are hot enough to hatch chicks, right?

If you don't eat it, you have to throw it away.

Eat, like reluctance, not to mention the vast road ahead now, fleeing the famine.

Only innocent children are really happy. The more the children applauded, the more they stimulated the fragile minds of adults.