Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 117 0117 The house is running away!
"Mei Xiang, our house is made of bricks and tiles, unlike a thatched house that can leave as soon as it is washed away, so it will be fine." With trembling lips, Zhao prayed that her house would be preserved.

The Su family stared at the flood without blinking. After a while, a large piece of roof suddenly floated over. Some villagers recognized it with sharp eyes.

"Ah, isn't this large area the tiled roof of the Su family!"

"What? My house was swept away by the flood!" Mrs. Su finally came back to her senses, rubbed her old yellow eyes and took a closer look. What was floating in the flood was the roof of her new house that hadn't lived in the heat yet!
There are several large wooden cabinets floating beside the roof, all of which are new furniture made for the new house.

"God damn it, my house is gone!" Granny Su howled, sat down on the ground, rolled her eyes, and passed out.

Mrs. Su fainted, and the Su family was in a hurry, clamoring for Dr. Wu.

Dr. Wu was in Zhang Mu's tree house when he was called to see Mrs. Su.

"It's nothing, I'm angry." Dr. Wu didn't have a good face towards the Su family, "The old lady is very angry, please relax your mind at ordinary times, don't always think that everyone will harm her, otherwise, sooner or later you will be angry with yourself die."

There were villagers watching the excitement nearby, who had long been displeased with the Su family, and said, "That's right! Mrs. Su told me not to go up the mountain during the day. If I had listened to her, I would have been washed away by the flood."

"Yeah, it's a good thing we believed in the village head. If we believed in this old woman, we would die."

Mrs. Zhao yelled viciously: "Don't even talk about it, my mother has fainted and you still say, I wish my mother would die, why are you so bad-hearted!"

The village chief also came, looking at the Su family and shaking his head.

When there was a natural disaster, no one could spare no effort to help. The Su family set up a tent and lived there. Several adults were busy serving the fainted old lady Su, and the two youngest children were crying from hunger.

Dr. Wu looked at the two dolls pitifully, and said to Mrs. Chen: "Why don't you give the dolls to me, and I will have hot food."

Mrs. Chen knew Dr. Wu, and Dr. Wu had a good reputation in the village.

Seeing the child crying pitifully, Mrs. Chen couldn't bear it as a mother, but it would be so messy that she couldn't care about the child, so she agreed, saying: "Then trouble Uncle Wu."

Saying that, Chen knelt down and said to the two dolls: "Golden Douyindou, you go with Grandpa Wu, you must be obedient."

Jindou and Yindou are twins, Jindou is the elder brother and Yindou is the younger sister.

Jin Dou took his younger sister's hand and wiped away tears: "Mom, I will definitely take good care of my younger sister."

Mrs. Chen touched her son's small face and handed the child to Dr. Wu.

Dr. Wu told Mrs. Chen the location of Zhang Mu's wooden house in a low voice, and said, "That house is not mine. I'll put on an old face and take it back for your two dolls. Don't tell your family. When the flood subsides, I'll give it to you." You send the doll back. Your second sister-in-law and A Li's niece are also there, so don't worry if you leave the doll to me."

Mrs. Chen had a clear mind, and said in a low voice: "I won't talk nonsense, please don't worry Dr. Wu, and I will definitely come to the door to thank you later."

Doctor Wu took the gold beans and silver beans to the tree house, and Mrs. Zhao saw her, and Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes: "You just took the baby away to outsiders?"

Mrs. Chen glanced at Mrs. Zhao, but said nothing.

That's what Mrs. Zhao said, and it's not her own baby. She wished that the two little babies who were in the way were away, so as not to worry the crying people, so she turned her head and immediately went to take care of her daughter Su Meixiang, thinking in her heart that thanks to Su Shimao In the city, otherwise, she would have to suffer. Her son, a scholar, couldn't bear this crime.

(End of this chapter)