The shrew of time travel

Chapter 36

In the small courtyard of the Mu family, Mu Si wiped the sweat off his brow, and finally cleaned up Mu Xiu'e.

"Sier, thank you..."

Mu Xiu'e's voice choked with sobs, her life was picked up by Si'er.

Although her name was not clearly written on the deed of sale, Mu Xiu'e knew in her heart that Mu Si was still young, so no matter how she counted, she couldn't be counted on her.

"Look at you, are you crying again? Sis, you're still in confinement, and you'll get sick if you keep crying like this."

Mu Si saw Mu Xiu'e was in tears again in a blink of an eye, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

"I won't cry, I won't cry..., I am, I am happy. When I was in Yujiawan, I never thought that I could come back alive... I came back... I came back, and I died immediately Yes, I am also satisfied..."

She is a dying person, what is wrong with her, this sister...

"Nonsense! You don't even think about what you say about life and death. If you die, what will Fu'er do? He is so thin and small, you are useless as a mother, who can you expect to support him? Little Brother, I went to find a doctor, this is a flesh injury, you don’t hurt your muscles or bones, you can get better if you take care of it, go to sleep again, be obedient.”

Mu Si had a serious face, and he really didn't want to hear her frustrating words.

It's just that she knows in her heart that, judging from today's situation, Yu Dahammer is really not a merciful master.

Now I can only hope that he is afraid that Mu Xiu'e will not be able to chop firewood, so he will be more gentle.

The fist clenched unconsciously, if Mu Xiu'e could live, it would be fine.

If not, they will definitely make them pay in blood!
"Okay...ok...don't die, can't die, for Fu'er, for Fuer's sake..."

When Fu'er was mentioned, Mu Xiu'e really became more energetic, and she glanced in Fu'er's direction.

The little man the size of a brick was wrapped in swaddling clothes and was sleeping soundly.

It’s okay to fall asleep...It’s also uncomfortable to wake up...I don’t know how Fu’er is going these days...Did I eat and sleep well...

Just thinking about it like this made Mu Xiu'e's tears flow down her face again.

"Go to sleep, you will have the strength to hug Fu'er after you rest."

Knowing that she couldn't bear to part with her son again, Mu Si gently comforted her twice, and helped Mu Xiu'e tuck the quilt again.

Mu Xiu'e was already physically weak, and she had to hold on after talking on the phone just now. After a while, she was already sound asleep.

Only then did Mu Si bring out the water.

At this time, Mrs. Xiaomu had already steamed egg custard and was walking into the house.

Glancing at the bowl of egg custard, Mu Si's heart sank.

"Mother, eggs are hair. Eldest sister has sores all over her body. She is afraid that this egg custard is so bad that she can't eat it."

"Ah, I was confused! Girl, it's good that you remember. This, how can this be good?"

Xiaomu's face was annoyed, and he also made a mistake.

Still the same sentence, a clever woman can hardly cook without rice.

"Mom, I bought two catties of rice at noon. Go and make some porridge. Make it soft and add a pinch of salt. The elder sister will be strong after eating it. If the elder sister does not produce milk, even Fu'er will have to eat it." Drink rice soup, this egg custard... let's forget it first."

Everything Mu Si said made sense, and everything was arranged properly.

Mrs. Xiaomu responded quickly.

"Hey, hey, I'm going now, I'm going here."

"Hey! Mom, I'm going to fish for two fishes in the river right now, and I'll be back soon. If my little brother comes back first, you'll have to worry about it first."

"it is good……"

Xiaomu's mouth was full of bitterness, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Look at the doctor, that also costs money...

Mu Si saw that Xiao Mu's face was troubled, but he didn't want to speak again.

Now there is still one tael of silver and 160 cash lying in Mu Si's sleeve pocket, which can be said to be a huge sum of money.

It's just that the money is a trivial matter, the source of the money is the problem...

(End of this chapter)