There is a treasure in the 60's family [MTL]

Chapter 11 Visions

No one would believe the words of a five-year-old.

"Zhuzhu, don't talk nonsense, Guifang, take the child back." , some people who like Song Baozhu are afraid that if she continues to talk nonsense like this, she will provoke more people to be angry, so she hurriedly persuaded Wang Guifang.

Song Baozhu was anxious, "Second brother, let me down."

Song Zhinan belched, and as soon as he bent over, Song Baozhu slipped off him flexibly. She ran to Song Deling's side and grabbed his hand: "Second cousin, I'm serious, I really have a way to kill those bugs."

Song Deling looked at Song Baozhu and looked at him eagerly with a pair of big bright eyes. He reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a smile at her: "Baozhu, Uncle Cousin knows that you are a good boy, you want to do the big guy a favor, just wait for you to grow up, everyone will be busy tonight, you ask your brother to send you back to sleep obediently." 

He motioned to Song Zhinan to carry Song Baozhu over and shouted to the villagers: "Let's go, everyone light the torches, and strive to take back the crops tonight and tomorrow."

Song Baozhu was so anxious that she stomped her feet, why didn't she believe her!

"Fifth brother, fifth brother...", Song Baozhu shouted Song Zhizhong repeatedly.

Song Zhizhong held a sickle in his hand and ran over anxiously: "What's wrong with the orb?"

"Fifth brother, go and get the materials we found this morning." , Song Baozhu is useless no matter how anxious she is, she has short calves, so she can only hope for Song Zhizhong.

"I'm here, I'm going to harvest the crops soon, I can't afford to delay." , Song Zhizhong was embarrassed.

Song Baozhu asked him to go quickly: "Fifth brother, I can really kill those bugs, you can just take the materials and know, go quickly, otherwise I'll be angry!"

"Okay." , Song Zhizhong was afraid that Song Baozhu would be angry, so he turned around and ran fast.

Song Zhinan didn't know what they were talking about, so he picked up Song Baozhu: "Baozhu, can the second brother send you back to sleep?"

Song Baozhu shook his head: "I can't sleep." When she woke up, the uncle and uncle in the village would harvest all the crops, and even if she killed all the insects, those crops would not come back, so she pestered Song Zhinan to go to the field.

Song Zhinan couldn't, so he had to take Song Baozhu with him, and as soon as he arrived in the field, Song Zhizhong came over with a large bouquet of flowers and plants.

"Here, Zhuzhu, the materials you want." , Song Zhizhong piled these things in front of Song Baozhu.

Song Baozhu squatted down and rummaged through and picked up, and grabbed Song Zhizhong, who was about to go to the ground, "Fifth brother, you help me mash these kinds of water."

"What's the use of that?" , Song Zhizhong was full of questions, but he still diligently did what his sister said. Seeing this, Qian Xiao'e, who was not far away, anxiously pulled Song Zhidong's clothes: "Zhidong, you go and call the fifth brother to come over to harvest the crops, this is a record of work, we have one less grain if we miss him!"

Song Zhidong bent down to cut wheat in a sullen voice: "Let him be, he can't harvest any grain, and there is not much without him."

Qian Xiao'e was angry and anxious when she heard this: "Zhidong, you don't know that when there is a shortage of food, even a sweet potato can save people's lives, our child is about to be born, even if there is an extra mouthful of food at home, it is different!" How could the fifth brother accompany Baozhu to mess around so much!

She really couldn't understand why the Song family favored Song Baozhu so much and accompanied her to mess around. 

She was scared to death when she was in the threshing field just now, for fear that Song Baozhu would talk nonsense again, and when the time came, people would attribute the cause of the insect infestation to their Song family, so how would they live in this village, maybe it would affect the child in her belly.

I used to think that my sister-in-law was very cute, but now Qian Xiao'e only thinks that Song Baozhu is spoiled and lawless, who is such a big girl in the village is not busy working at home, only Song Baozhu is still hugged by her family every day, and she is not allowed to help her when the oil bottle is poured, so if it goes on like this, see who will marry her in the future.

"Baozhu, she is very sensible and well-behaved, she won't mess around, the fifth brother should come over in a while, you sit down first, don't worry." , Song Zhidong disagreed with Qian Xiao'e and said that Song Baozhu was messing around, but thinking that his wife was pregnant, she was easy to be in a bad mood, so he went to help her: "Xiao'e, otherwise you can go back to rest with Baozhu in a while, don't be tired when you are pregnant."

"No, the fifth brother doesn't go down to the ground to earn work, if I go back, what else can we get?" Did the child give birth to drink the northwest wind! She picked up her sickle and bent over to cut the wheat with swift movements. 

This is the first time she has spoken to Song Zhidong in such a tough tone when she got married, and she couldn't stop complaining about the Song family and Song Zhidong in her heart.

Song Zhidong couldn't, so he could only keep an eye on her while cutting wheat.

Others also saw that the Song family actually let a laborer accompany their little daughter to smash grass and play on the edge of the field without earning work, some people didn't care, and some frowned disapprovingly.

However, if the Song family has one less work, they will have less food, and these people didn't say anything, but someone gloated and said to Wang Guifang: "Guifang, your girl is really expensive, so adults still have to play with their brother who can earn work."

Wang Guifang's eyes glared: "I'm willing, use you to manage!" The

man pursed his lips and stopped talking, and now he is cross, and there is a time when you cry when the food is less.

Everyone was in a hurry to take back the crops, some were digging potatoes and sweet potatoes, some were breaking corn, and only a few people noticed the movements of Song Baozhu and Song Zhizhong.

"Zhuzhu, is that so?" , Song Zhizhong chiseled a few kinds of grass and flowers picked out by Song Baozhu, and listened to Song Baozhu's words to mix these juices into a mess and chisel, Song Baozhu seems to be quite particular, the same grass is not more than one.

"Alright." Song Baozhu finally asked Song Zhizhong to crush a kind of red fruit and put it into the grass liquid in the stone nest before, only to see that the moment he put it in, the red fruit melted instantly, and then began to smoke, and then an indescribable smell emanated, becoming more and more intense.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing and vibrating sound in the field, and then I saw that in the ground closest to Song Baozhu and Song Zhizhong, those insects that were originally lying on the crops and were willing to gnaw suddenly crawled in this direction, and even the roots of the crops in the field poured out.

It's a piece of black pressing, and it's scary to look at.

Song Zhizhong was startled, picked up Song Baozhu and ran.

I saw that the black and crushed insects seemed to be very restless, and they climbed faster and faster, and they scrambled to climb to the stone nest, as if there was a fatal attraction to them.

As the smell of the stone nest became stronger and stronger, the insects in the distance also crawled there, and gradually, the stone that had been carved out of the nest had been wrapped in layers of insects, and it looked like a big black ball from a distance.

This vision caught everyone's attention.

"Village chief, look at these bugs!" , The villager closest to Song Deling pulled him and pointed to the ground in horror to show Song Deling.

I saw a lot of insects crawling out of the soil and spinning in a circle in a restless circle. And farther away, all the bugs were crawling in one direction.

"What's going on?" Song Deling looked ahead in horror.

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