Fast time travel, this goddess is so crazy

Chapter 336 336. Saw-mouth Gourd
Thinking of this possibility, Mrs. Zhao immediately ran to the kitchen in fright, and pulled out a few mushrooms she had picked on the mountain from the basket. After digging them out, she counted them carefully. There were eleven mushrooms in total. Nothing more, nothing less, all here.

Realizing that her precious grandchildren were not eating poisonous mushrooms, Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, put the wild pork in her hand on the stove, and walked out.

"My third daughter-in-law, Li Lijuan, where did you die?"

"Didn't you see that all three children were like this?"

"Aren't you coming out to take care of it?"

Granny Zhao scolded and yelled, and walked up to the youngest Qin Sanbao, enduring the stench and nausea, and picked him up from the pile of excrement and urine.

Qin Sanbao didn't have the strength to cry anymore, his intestines were almost pulled out, and he lay limply in Granny Zhao's arms.

Qin Lao San in the room was sulking, and when he heard Mrs. Zhao's shout, he shouted angrily.

"Mom, don't worry about them, let them do it, it's better to do it to death!"

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, there was something wrong. His three sons were the most precious to her three sons. Why did she say such vicious words today?But she didn't have time to ask more, seeing the three buns and grandchildren pale, looking weak and weak, they insisted on supporting their own old bones and carried them all to their room.

After tidying up, Mrs. Zhao was so exhausted that she was out of breath. Looking at Qin Dabao lying in the quilt, Mrs. Zhao was in the mood to ask.

"Dabao, what's going on here? What did you eat, and why are you pulling so hard?"

Qin Dabao couldn't help being disgusted and guilty when he thought of the yellow jelly that was pulled all over the yard by the three of them. Facing his grandma's questioning, he didn't dare to lift his head, so he could only pretend to hum, trying to get away with it.

Seeing that he was humming so much, Mrs. Zhao turned her head and asked Qin Erbao again.

"Second treasure, tell me, what's going on? Is your fourth aunt coming to harm you again?"

How could Qin Erbao dare to say things that Qin Dabao didn't dare to say? He buried his head on the pillow and remained silent.

Granny Zhao became anxious when she saw one or two of them and didn't say anything.

"Are you saying that you want grandma to die in a hurry?"

"Who caused my precious grandson to become like this? I'll settle the score with them!"

"Don't be afraid, tell grandma, grandma will settle accounts with them!"

"Da Bao, Er Bao, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing that the two big ones were dead or alive, Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to ask Qin Sanbao warmly.

"Sambo, tell grandma."

"Grandma loves you the most. You can't be like your elder brother and second brother. The saw-mouthed gourd can't pry its mouth open."

"Sambo, don't worry and say it boldly, grandma will seek justice for you."

On the one hand, Qin Sanbao faced the grandmother who loved him the most, and on the other hand, he faced the two elder brothers who had threatened him beforehand. In addition, because he had slipped his mouth before, the three brothers were almost given away by his father. Kill him, this time, he didn't say anything.

The old lady Zhao asked for a long time, but the three brothers didn't say a word, they just lay there and kept humming. The old lady Zhao's lips trembled in anger, and in a fit of anger, she got up and went to Qin's third child's room.

"Third, what's going on with Dabao and the others?"

"Don't say a word, it's really pissing off!"

Mrs. Zhao was angry and impatient, how much time had passed, and she started to pull so hard again. She was so young, she was afraid that she would hurt her body.

　I am very grateful to Mao Zixie, Jia Xing, Teacher Xu Ni, Xiao Kei and others for voting for their support several times. I am very grateful. I don’t know if it is because of a high fever that burned my brain, and I can’t write when I write. It’s a thousand miles away from the previous state of fluent writing and frequent thoughts. I feel my head is muddled, I don’t have any good ideas at all, and my body is still not recovering. I don’t know when it will be full. It’s suffering .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)