Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 707 0709 I will remember you well

After Ling Dang finished speaking, she turned to leave with the jar in her arms, but she heard Zhang Zhaocai chasing after her in two or three steps.

"Huh?" Ling Dang stopped, and turned to look at this brat who was half a head shorter than her.

Zhang Zhaocai's dirty face was flushed red, his fingers twisted his clothes, and he looked very cramped. He lowered his head and whispered: "Ling Dang, I, I ask you to help me find out about my mother, what are you asking about?" Is there any news?"

Ling Dang looked at Zhang Zhaocai, sighed, and shook his head: "I didn't ask for anything."

Zhang Zhaocai looked up, with a look of disappointment in his eyes. He bit his lips and nodded, his voice was as small as a mosquito, and said, "Well, then, thank you, Bell. I, I'm going home..."

After all, Zhang Zhaocai turned around and ran away, as if there was a ghost chasing him behind him, running like a rabbit, he threw off his shoe halfway, hopped on one leg to pick up the shoe, put it on in twos, and turned his head Glancing at the bell, he found that the bell was still looking at him. He was even more embarrassed, and ran home in one breath and got into the firewood room, holding the medicinal wine bottle that the bell gave him, his heart pounding.

At night, when Qin Sanniang and Zhang Zhuzi were both asleep, Zhang Zhaocai dared to go out secretly to scrub, and leaned on the haystack in the woodshed to rub himself with medicinal wine.

A puff of Chinese medicine-flavored medicinal wine was poured into the palm of his hand, rubbed it warm, and rubbed it on the bruised area. Zhang Zhaocai grinned in pain, but he still rubbed vigorously, because he had to bear the pain and rub the bruise hard before he could ok fast.

After applying the medicine, Zhang Zhaocai was sweating from the pain. He lay down wrapped in a torn quilt, took out the two little men hidden in his arms, and held them together with the bottle of medicinal wine.

Zhang Zhaocai gently touched the little figure that symbolizes the bell with his finger, and said softly: "Bing, thank you, I will remember your kindness."

Then he looked at the villain who symbolized the Tang family, with tears in his eyes unconsciously, and murmured: "Mom, why haven't you heard from me yet? When will you go home? I miss you so much..."

In a daze, Zhang Zhaocai fell into a dream and fell into a deep sleep, but he didn't find that on the roof of the firewood house, under the bright moon, stood a pretty little girl, looking at sleeping Zhang Zhaocai with complicated eyes, and sighed .

After returning from Zhang Zhaocai's house, Ling Dang felt depressed for no reason, sitting alone in the corridor watching the moon, heard footsteps behind him, without looking back, said: "What are you doing out here at night without sleeping?"

"Hehehe!" Li Yanhao jumped over with a smile, and sat side by side with Lingdang, with a face abruptly stretched out in front of Lingdang, with a bit of a mean smile: "Little Lingdang, you have something on your mind, are you in a bad mood?"

Ling Ding rolled his eyes at him, slapped Li Yanhao on the forehead, and pushed his big face away: "What about you bastard, come and take your man away."

"Bah, who is his man!" Li Yanhao rolled his eyes, and spat exaggeratedly: "You son of a bitch, huh!"

"Huh, Xiao Yun isn't here?" Ling Dang realized that Xiao Yun hadn't appeared all day.

"Well, I left early in the morning. I figured it was your master's secret mission. Anyway, he refused to tell me." Li Yanhao suddenly took something out of his arms and held it in front of Lingdang, saying: "Here, For you."

In Li Yanhao's hand was an exquisite and beautiful wooden box. Bell looked at the box, and looked at Li Yanhao with contempt on his face: "My lord, there are no rats, poisonous snakes and insects in this box, right? You use this thing to scare ordinary children." The girl is okay, if you scare me, forget it!"

(End of this chapter)