Why is it called a little wife, because this is his second wife, who is more than ten years younger than him.

Later, the little chicken baby's father found that no matter whether it was windy or rainy, or sunny and full moon, his little wife would run to the wheat field alone in the middle of the night and dance and sing. This thing is getting more and more wrong, and the little chicken baby and his father went around looking for the goddess, begging the great immortal, and coming to heal, but the god stick came several times, and the money was spent a lot, but it couldn't be cured.

Later, I didn't know who I heard from me, so I had to get a placenta of a firstborn baby, bake it with a crucible, dry it and grind it into powder, simmer it in the river water under the stele bridge, and drink it myself, so as to cure his little wife's madness. This is also hearsay, and no one can take it seriously.

Later, his little wife still kept three watches in the middle of the night, running out and dancing and singing, and the little chicken baby and his father really had no choice, so he simply let it go, until now.

However, now that I see the little chicken baby and his father, with a basket on his arm, it seems that he is walking in the direction of the stele bridge, did he listen to this hearsay nonsense? When I thought of this, I hurriedly ran out of my ancestral grave, wading through the peanut field, and did not care about the dense crickets jumping around, so I trotted along the dirt road on the edge of the field and chased after it.

I don't know what the little chick baby and his father are going to do, but why does he smile at me and nod his head when he turns, it's a strange thing, he has always felt that he didn't see my existence, why would he greet me when he turned?

I ran forward as fast as I could, and my eyes kept looking that way, I was afraid that the little chick and his father would suddenly disappear, because I had the experience of the guy who had just picked out his eyes as a bubble, and if he disappeared, I would be tired and panting and it would be worthless.

It took me a lot of effort to finally run to the edge of the East River in one go, and just as the little chicken baby and his father turned his head to me, smiled and nodded, I also turned and ran south. By this time I had already seen that he had already walked more than half of the way from the dirt road to the stone monument.

In other words, the little chicken baby is not blindly walking slowly, it is possible that when I ran over, he also increased his speed, so I just turned a corner, and he was almost to the stele bridge.

At the foot is the turbulent East River, the banks on both sides of the East River are a little high, and very steep, there are also some weeds growing on the bank, but they are not too high, some places are directly exposed, and the black soil petals are still a little shiny in the sun.

I didn't pay much attention to that, watching the little chick and his father keep walking forward, and I also trotted forward in the back. The East River was flowing gurgling, and when I reached the place of the stone tablet bridge, I felt that the river was suddenly much deeper, and the waves that the water was turning up slowly became invisible.

And at this moment, I saw this man with a gray and white handkerchief and a basket, walking straight down the river slope before reaching the deck of the stele bridge. Obediently, does this man look like he is going to jump into the river?

I stood on the edge of the river, did not dare to run any further, gasped for breath, and saw that the man was still the same as before, and walked down the slope of the river, and in a few steps, he stepped into the river with a tart.

The river was already deep when it came to the edge of the bridge, and the water that flowed from the north was still a little green under the cover of the green along the river, but when it came to this point, the water was so deep that it felt a little black.

I don't know what this man is going to do when he jumps into the water, but when I see that the river is flooding his waist at once, I suddenly panicked.

I don't think that's going to be the case. I looked at him without blinking, stood in the river, and walked in the direction of the water, in the direction of the stone tablet bridge. I saw the black and yellow silt rising from the bottom of the water, which was quickly washed down the river to the bottom of the stele bridge, and then was washed away without a trace.

And the man was about to go under the stele bridge, and the river was deeper, and I saw that the water was almost up to his shoulder, and then he lifted the basket and walked on slowly.

I didn't dare to continue to talk to the little chicken baby's father, I really don't know what he is going to do, because I have walked many times on this stone tablet bridge, but I can't know what is hidden or hidden under the bridge.

But this person, but along the river, step by step to the bottom of the stele bridge, seeing that he was about to drill under the bridge, at this time, I saw the man's head and basket exposed to the water, suddenly steep, the man's head was instantly submerged by the water, and the basket, but he was forced to lift up, the basket actually flew up, suddenly hit the bottom plate of the stele under the bridge, and then heard a sound, I don't know whether it is the sound of the basket hitting the stele, or something else. Anyway, as soon as I heard the sound coming, I saw the basket fall heavily.

Originally, I thought that this basket was thrown and hit the bottom of the stone tablet and fell down, but who knows, the little chicken baby who was submerged by the river, his father, suddenly burst out from under the water, and the splash on his head scattered, I saw that he was like some hero possessed in an instant, stretched out his hands, and caught the falling basket steadily.

Then, before he could sink down in the water, he saw him snort, stepped on the water violently, jumped up directly from the water, lifted the basket in his hand as soon as he turned it over, and then stepped on the water, and jumped to the riverside of the stone tablet bridge opposite the rock in three or two strokes.

I really can't imagine that this wilting and chirping person can still jump in the air when he is flooded by the water under the stone tablet bridge of the East River! I really couldn't have imagined, but something even more unexpected happened again.

The basket was in his hand, and when he stood on the riverside, I watched him pour river water on the ground all over his body, and then looked at the basket again, but what I didn't expect was that in his basket, I don't know when, there was a long black shiny worm thicker than my arm, and the long worm was coiled into a big plate, stretching out a huge triangular head, and spitting out a blood-red core for a while.

This black long worm didn't stick out its head to bite the little chicken baby daddy!

I saw him holding this basket in one hand, and with the other hand on his head, he tore off the gray handkerchief he had wrapped around his head, and in the sunlight, his big bald head, which had not even a single hair, was instantly exposed to my sight.