was shouted like this, and the Hu family was a thief again, and they wanted to run away immediately.

"I'm not afraid of you, it's a human or a ghost, I want to see it clearly."

Fu Beimo shouted to embolden himself, raising his hand to raise the lantern to shine on their faces.

Hu Ajing was blocked by Fu Beimo, for fear of being illuminated in the face, so she bent her elbow to block it.

"Fortunately, half of the crops have been destroyed, Ah Jing, what are you doing stupidly?" Qian patted his thigh and shouted to his daughter, "Run!" ”

Hearing the sound, Hu Ajing pushed Fu Beimo with the hand of the sickle.

The ridge was slippery, and Fu Beimo couldn't stand steadily.

At this moment, he was pushed, fell to the ground on his back, raised his arm, and was cut by a sickle.

Sizzle.

The sound of the fabric cracking was heard in the quiet of the night.

This was followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Hu Ajing knew that his sickle had cut someone, so he panicked, threw the sickle on the ground, and fled.

In order to destroy the crops as soon as possible, the scythes are sharpened tonight.

The sleeves are torn, and the flesh must be hurt.

Hu Ajing didn't dare to think about the extent of the injury, spread her legs, and ran faster and faster.

Fu Beimo's head was heavy, and when he got up covered in mud, the Hu family had already run away.

He picked up the lantern and saw a scythe on the ground, and picked it up by the way.

When he got home, he didn't dare to say that he went to the field because he wanted to know the way to the field.

He was afraid that if he said it, his sister-in-law would not praise him again.

Passing by the door of the east wing, he was stopped by Fu Nanyao: "Beimo, what's the matter with you, why are your hands dripping blood?" ”

Fu Beimo felt that his arm hurt, and when he looked down, blood was dripping down his fingers.

At the sight of the blood, he immediately cried.

Fu Nanyao yelled at him anxiously: "What are you crying about, tell me where you have been?" Why is it so dirty? ”

Fu Beimo cried: "I went out and fell, and this thing on the ground was cut." ”

He only wanted to say that the scythe had cut him, and he thought that the scythe had been picked up on the ground by himself, so he said this.

In Fu Nanyao's ears, it was his younger brother who fell on the dirt road, and there was a sickle on the ground, so he was cut.

Then he asked, "Cut by the sickle?" ”

Fu Beimo: "Hmm. ”

Not only Fu Nanyao thinks so, but Wan Niang also thinks so.

Hearing that Fu Beimo had an accident, Yan Funing came out of the room to see.

Seeing that his back was full of mud and his hands were still dripping blood, he advised: "Beimo, you have to wash your body, and you must not stain the wounds." ”

With that, go into the stove and prepare hot water.

Fortunately, if it is cold today, there is always hot water in the stove.

After Yan Funing scooped the hot water into the basin and mixed it with cold water, Fu Ciyi came to take it away.

Wan Niang couldn't see it, so she was even more anxious, she didn't know how badly her son was hurt.

Even the voice that was carrying the words began to tremble: "Beimo is dirty, go and wash it away." ”

Fu Beimo took off his coat while crying and walked towards the thatched house.

The man took a bath in the compartment of the thatched hut and flushed directly with a basin.

Fu Ciyi brought the water in, took Fu Beimo's clothes and came out: "I've seen it, there is a cut on the arm, fortunately, it only hurts the flesh and skin, and it's not a big deal." ”

After the words fell, he took dry clothes and sent them to Fu Beimo.

When Wan Niang heard her eldest son's words, she was a little relieved.

After a while, Fu Beimo washed it out, his sleeves rolled up, his injured arm exposed, and the wound was visibly oozing blood.

Although he didn't cry at the moment, tears still hung on his face.

The family came to the hall.

By the candlelight, Yan Funing took a closer look at his arm and said gently: "Fortunately, only the skin was injured, just bandage it." ”

Fu Beimo nodded.

Fu Ciyi said in a deep voice: "Don't run around after dark." ”

Quite majestic.

Fu Beimo cried again.

Yan Fu said softly: "Beimo is very brave, cry when it hurts, don't cry if it doesn't hurt, okay?" ”

Fu Beimo hiccuped: "Okay." ”

Yan Funing said "um", went back to the room and took the remaining strips of cloth that she used last time to bandage Fu Beimo.

Circle by circle wound around the wound, and in order not to hurt him, she wound it carefully.

Fu Ciyi stared at her movements, seeing that her fingers did not touch the skin of Fu Beimo's arm, and the inexplicable tightness dissipated a lot.

Suddenly, she lightly touched Beimo's wound through the strip of cloth and asked, "With such tightness, do you hurt?" ”

Before Fu Beimo could answer, Fu Ciyi suddenly said: "I'll tie it up." ”

This was said suddenly, causing Yan Fu to raise her eyes to look at him: "Are you sure?" ”

The bright beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking, and their eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance.

It's like saying: The last time you bandaged me, you tied it so tightly that you forgot?

Fu Ciyi raised his eyebrows slightly and was silent.

Fu Beimo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, sister-in-law, I don't hurt." ”

"It's good if it doesn't hurt, Beimo is a man and very brave!"

As she spoke, she bandaged him and tied a beautiful bow.

Hearing his sister-in-law's praise again, Fu Beimo finally stopped crying, and the tears on his face were wiped away.

"See" the youngest son finally stopped crying, and Wanniang's hanging heart also let go: "Beimo, it's not good to run around at night in the future, do you know?" ”

"Yes." Fu Beimo flicked the bow on his arm, and pointed to the dirty clothes thrown at the door, "The clothes are torn, and my sister-in-law sews them." ”

Yan Funing: "Uh, I don't know how to sew." ”

It's true, in modern times, she never sewed clothes.

Everyone in the family looked at her, even Wan Niang, and turned their faces in her direction.

Yan Funing smiled awkwardly.

She had sewed up the skin, and she got a perfect score in the course of surgical suturing techniques.

Fu Nanyao couldn't help but mutter: "The Yan family really pampered you, you don't even have to learn to be a female celebrity." ”

You must know that it is difficult for a woman who is not a popular woman to find a good mother-in-law.

And this woman actually married her brother.

I don't know what blessings this woman cultivated in her previous life?

Yan Funing was even more embarrassed, she touched the corner of her forehead embarrassedly.

Wan Niang played a round game: "It doesn't matter, no one is born to be popular." ”

Fu Beimo said loudly: "No, sister-in-law will, sister-in-law is very powerful, she can do anything!" ”

"She won't." Fu Nanyao said with disdain, turned his eyes to look at his younger brother, and looked proud, "I'll sew it for you, and I guarantee that the sewing is exquisite." ”

After the wounds were treated, several people went back to their rooms.

Yan Funing followed behind Fu Ciyi and walked step by step.

Seeing this, Fu Nanyao smiled lightly.

A woman who can't be popular is going to be disgusted by her brother.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the sound of a quarrel in the west wing.

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The next day is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Early in the morning, Fu Ciyi sat at the window and copied the book.

Without bothering him, Yan Funing planned to go to the town alone to sell winter bamboo shoots, and buy some ingredients for making rice balls by the way.

Fu Beimo picked up the basket very sensibly: "Sister-in-law, I'll help you." ”

"Your Arm ......"

"It doesn't hurt at all." He moved his wrist, "It really doesn't hurt!" ”

Only then did Yan Funing agree with him to help carry the basket to the entrance of the village.

The uncle and sister-in-law passed by the big tree in the village and heard someone saying that the crops had been destroyed.

Yan Fu listened carefully, and they seemed to be saying, "It's the land of Fu Wan's mother's house." ”