Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 272 Alai Disappeared

Thinking that I seemed to have eaten a piece, I poured it down, and asked: "Is this thing very powerful?"

Ma Dachu nodded, "This thing is very effective when you eat it for the first time, but the effect will not be so good in the future."

Song Yaomei walked over briskly, but she didn't pick a piece, but looked at the withered and disfigured three-color grass.

Who is going to destroy this thing?
The people who were weaving over there saw Song Yaomei coming, got up, and bowed to her, "Patriarch!"

Song Yaomei smiled and said: "Don't be polite, you and I are predestined, I can't afford to be the patriarch, but in the future, if you want, you can tell me about any difficulties."

"Thank you patriarch!"

With a uniform reply, Song Yaomei originally wanted to refute, but she didn't know what to say.

If they leave their identities clear now, then they will lose their backbone.

Since they were willing to call her like this, she had no choice but to comply.

She squatted on the ground again, checking those withered leaves.

If you look carefully, you can find that someone has sprinkled green liquid on it, but everything that has been sprinkled is not withered.

Something like sulfuric acid.

It smells a little pungent.

Casually, I picked up a little bit of soil on the ground and put it in my hand. I looked carefully. The quality of the soil was very good, but there was no special difference.

"Who usually takes care of this land?"

"Alay!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

It seems that someone with a heart wants to let the three-color grass disappear completely, even the smallest seedlings are not spared.

Perhaps it was God's blessing that there is still a small bead hidden in the fluffy soil.

Song Yaomei was happy in her heart, but she didn't show half of it on the face, she was afraid that there would be someone hidden by that person here.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Ma Dachu asked anxiously beside him.

Song Yaomei concealed her worry and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's find someone to bury this place with soil later!"

Even if something is planted in this place, it probably won't grow.

Seeing the cloth they wove not far away, Song Yaomei looked at Huaniang gratefully, "Huaniang, thank you!"

Hua Niang said: "It's okay, I'm idle anyway."

Thinking of the seven-color cloth, since I have come to Linglong Village, I naturally want to try it.

"Is there any silk thread? Does anyone else know how to dye cloth?"

"I will!" One of the women who is not tall stood up, she was very thick, Song Yaomei remembered her.

"Okay!" She frowned.

He took only a few people to the dyeing room, and the others stayed where they were.

Dyed the thread into different colors, and then hung it to dry, because I was afraid of running out of time, I simply added firewood underneath.

Song Yaomei took out the weaving method, read it carefully, and while waiting to do it, she and Hua Niang were discussing there.

The most important thing is the weaving machine.

When Song Yaomei put her hand on the patriarch's loom, she realized what the wisdom of an old man is.

In other words, this thing was brought over by a time-traveling senior, but the craftsmanship of this manufacturing can be regarded as exquisite.

And all these years, so many patriarchs have been using it, but there is no damage.

Then there is Huaniang weaving, of course everything is going well.

Hua Niang's craftsmanship is very good, and she can draw inferences from one example to another. Song Yaomei just tells what she sees, and she can weave it. Besides simple seven-color cloth, she can also weave different patterns on it.

Song Yaomei looked at the piece of cloth that had been woven, and felt that she had given Hua Niang a second look. The business of her cloth pile was decided.

Just when everyone was amazed at Hua Niang's craftsmanship, someone came over in a panic.

"Patriarch, a general came over and said he wanted to find Alai. He was coming this way."

"Didn't Alai leave with him?" Song Yaomei looked serious, but she glanced at Li Sanlang, and then went out.

Outside, a man wearing a general's clothes was drunk, holding a wine jar, and walked over in a blink of an eye.

He kept chanting, "Alai, Alai!"

"Bring a basin of water!"

"Here!" Not long after, a woman next to her came over with a basin of water.

Song Yaomei took it, and with a wave of her hand, the basin full of water was poured directly on the man's face.

His blurred eyes seemed to slowly gather at this moment, seeing the person in front of him.

Then he wiped the water off his face angrily, and raised the wine jar to take another sip.

"Are you planning to drink yourself to death?" Song Yaomei's voice was cold and clear, "Look at you now, what do you look like?"

He ignored him, and was about to turn around and leave. Song Yaomei took a step forward and questioned him, "She followed you. Now you can't find anyone. You should know where she is best, right?"

Song Yaomei's eyes were full of anger. Although it is said that people don't fight with officials these days, she is not afraid.

What's more, she still has so many responsibilities on her body now.

"Since you are incapable of protecting her, you are not her husband-in-law. We can't make you look like a man, but since I am the patriarch of this village, I will save her!"

Song Yaomei spoke every word with a loud voice.

He raised his eyes, and then said in extremely sarcastic words: "Sister-in-law? I thought our love was immortal, but she told me that she only regarded me as an elder brother."

"Brother, hehehe. Brother!" He turned around and drank another sip of wine, then walked away.

"She didn't go with you?"

No one answered Song Yaomei's question, but the words were like a mystery, filled with danger and fear, pervading the whole village.

Looking at his back, Song Yaomei said: "Ask everyone if they have seen A-lai? Even if there is a little information about her!"

After Ma Da listened roughly, he immediately went down to convey it.

Hua Niang asked from the side, "Will A-lai be in danger?"

Song Yaomei smiled and said: "Hua Niang, everything here depends on you now, please be more proficient in the weaving skills just now."

Then Hua Niang and others were left behind, and she was going to visit Yu Niang's place. She always felt that if she wanted to know where Alai was, the possibility of finding Yu Niang was the greatest.

Along the familiar road all the way to Yuniang's house, from a distance, the house still looks a bit gloomy.

"Yu Niang!" Song Yaomei opened the curtain and went in, she saw Yu Niang's small body sitting on a stool, teasing the fish in the basin with a piece of grass.

The fish was gray, small, and sucked the grass every now and then.

Knowing that Song Yaomei and the others were coming, she didn't react at all, and she was still teasing the fish in the basin.

Li Sanlang looked at the fish, but frowned.

"Yu Niang, how have you been recently?"

"Oh!" Maybe seeing someone caring about her, she raised her eyes to Song Yaomei and Li Sanlang, and then turned back to put the grass in her hand into the basin, only to see the three-inch-long grass. The child was eaten clean by the fish.

(End of this chapter)