The village doctor knew that he really had no idea and no other way, so he lowered his voice and said: "The key to this matter is still Tang Youfu. As long as Tang Youfu is willing to come back, our village will take advantage and directly call a group of people to pick him up."
That's it, what a simple thing? But what if Tang Youfu doesn't want to come back? What's the use of us trying to reason? Even if he is brought back by force, he has legs, can he be tied up every day? Besides, how to pick him up? Knock him unconscious
Carrying it back? Then it will be a joke! No matter if you are a father or a son, everyone is a joke! You have to think about it yourself, right?"
Old Man Tang blinked: "Well, let me go and ask?"
"Yes," the village doctor sighed: "No matter how you ask, no matter who you ask, you have to talk to Tang Youfu and ask clearly."
Old Man Tang wanted to ask again what to do if Tang Youfu didn't want to come back? But he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
Mrs. Fan was washing her clothes in the courtyard while listening to the movements in the room. She listened to every word the two of them said.
Anyone who cares about a son like Tang Youfu who doesn't want his father would be better off strangling him to death as soon as he was born. It would be a shame to bring him back.
But a son can abandon his father. How can a father be willing to abandon his son?
There is really no way to reason about this kind of thing. Or our ancestors have a saying. When a father and his son are thieves, the custom is that the father can only guard outside. If the son is guarding, there may be some movement inside.
He left me and ran away.
While thinking about it like this, I suddenly heard my daughter snort.
Mrs. Fan stood up suddenly, wiped her hands on her clothes, and ran in, startling the two old men.
Mi Bao had already sat up in a daze, rubbing her eyes with her little hands. Madam Fan was afraid that her hands would be too cold and would freeze her, so she supported her back first and said softly: "Mi Bao'er?"
The village doctor was very happy when he turned around: "How did Mi Bao become a little hedgehog?"
Mibao slept all night and half of the day, and his hair was all up. With his small face like glutinous rice dumplings and big eyes like black grapes, he was so cute.
Mrs. Fan couldn't help but laugh. She bent her legs and sat on the edge of the kang. She put her daughter on her lap and pulled the quilt to wrap her up. "Yesterday, she was covered in dirt. I washed her hair and went to bed without doing anything."
She combed her fingers and combed her hair: "I didn't even notice that Mi Baoer had so much hair even if I didn't wash it."
Mi Bao paused for a moment.
In fact, no, this is the sequelae of using wood-type abilities. Every time you use wood-type abilities like crazy, your hair will increase, but it doesn't matter if you use it normally.
Mrs. Fan had already taken the little flower hat and put it on her head. She held her back and peed, and fed her half a cup of warm water while asking: "Is Mi Bao'er hungry?"
"Hungry," Mi Bao said with his heart pressed against his back as he nodded, his mouth watering, "I'm about to starve to death."
"Bah, bah, bah, don't say that word! Children's words are unbridled and the wind blows them away!!" Mrs. Fan said as she handed her daughter to her father-in-law to hold her: "I will bring you food."
The village doctor stretched out his hand, borrowed Old Man Tang's shoulder to feel her pulse, and asked, "Is Mi Baoer feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"My stomach feels bad," Mi Bao said listlessly, "I'm hungry."
The village doctor laughed twice: "Is it uncomfortable in other places?"
Mi Bao stood up and felt it: "It doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore."
Not only is it not uncomfortable, but I feel more energetic.
Although her powers were originally at the top level, they still needed to be "activated". This time, after taking the time to recover, she felt that her whole body was full of strength. She had the illusion that she was very powerful. Mi Bao couldn't help but expand and squeeze.
Clenching his fist: "Mi Bao has become so powerful that he can kill a wild boar with one punch."
puff!
The village doctor smiled unsteadily and stuffed her little fists back into the quilt: "OK, OK, OK, Mi Bao'er follows his father and is a doctor."
He tugged her little flower hat with both hands and said, "Our Mi Bao'er will be blessed if he survives the disaster."
Mi Bao knows how to reciprocate politely: "Thank you, uncle. My uncle treats illnesses and saves people, and he will have a lot of blessings in the future."
The village doctor laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, then my uncle will lend Mi Baoer some good words." Then he left.
Mrs. Fan also came in with a bowl.
Now that there was meat at home, Mrs. Fan opened a small stove for her and made a bowl of wontons. Mi Bao was really hungry and ate without raising his head.
Old man Tang sat on the small bench and watched his little granddaughter finish the bowl without blinking. Then he felt relieved and said, "It's good. Mi Bao'er will be fine if she wakes up."
He touched his head, then stood up and went out.
Mrs. Fan gave her daughter the soup and asked, "My dear, are you full?"
Mi Bao couldn't help but act coquettishly, and said next to his mother: "There is still a little time."
Mrs. Fan smiled and kissed her, then took a pig toenail and asked her to chew it.
The pig's trotters were stewed early in the morning and were very clean. They were still a little warm at the moment, but the wild boar meat was too strong. Even if it had been stewed for a long time, it was a bit difficult for Mibao to bite it, and his teeth were grinding bit by bit.
, while asking my mother: "Where is daddy?"
Mrs. Fan said: "Dad and uncle went to the county seat."
Mi Bao asked again: "Where's the big brother?"
"Big brother is going to the mountains."
"Where's the second brother?"
Mrs. Fan was not in a hurry and answered one by one: "Second brother has also gone to the mountain."
"Where's the third brother?"
"Third brother also went to the mountain."
After saying this, Mrs. Fan also became happy and looked up at her daughter.
Mibao is also wearing a little flower hat. This little flower hat was worn by her when she was one or two years old. It was already a little too small for her at that time, especially now that she has a lot of hair, which is a bit curly and fluffy, with a hair on top of her head.
The little flower hat is particularly fun.
Mrs. Fan smiled and said: "Our Mibao'er is so beautiful, just like the little girl in front of the Bodhisattva."
Mi Bao quickly praised back: "Mother is also good-looking, Mi Bao is just like my mother!"
Mrs. Fan couldn't stop laughing, and she kept talking. After scrubbing, she went to the big water tank to scoop out water.
Now the river has dried up, but Taoyuan Village is low-lying and there is still water in the well. But even so, everyone has to use it frugally. If you don't wash your clothes easily, even if you wash them, you have to use them sparingly.
Mibao followed closely, and when he saw his mother was about to scoop out water, he quickly filled the water tank.
Mrs. Fan had to bend down for the first ladle of water, and almost overflowed for the second ladle of water. She quickly subconsciously looked around to see if there was no one around, gave her an angry look, and then started rinsing.
She only used two basins of water, and then Mibao filled the water jar again.
Madam Fan hung her clothes to dry, and then she had her hands free to tie up Mibao's hair. She also tied up a small bag and a bunch of red rope, which was Nezha's head in later generations. Mibao sneaked into the house and took a mirror to look at it.
In the photo, with the little red mole and the little red coat, it looks so cute, earthy and cute.
Madam Fan called her outside: "Mi Bao'er, where have you gone?"
Mibao quickly put away the mirror, went out and sat on the threshold, accompanying his mother.
Mrs. Fan held the sewing dustpan and said to her with a smile: "Bao'er, you didn't get up this morning. You don't know how many groups of people came looking for you. I thought they were looking for your brother at first, but when I asked,
They were all looking for you, and I even told them that our Mibao might not be Fu Niu, maybe it was just a coincidence... but guess what?"
Mibao Putao's eyes widened and he was very supportive: "What's the matter?"
Mrs. Fan smiled and said: "In the end, they said that we are not doing it for luck, we just love to play with Mi Bao... You don't know, several children said this. Your Aunt Xu's Xia Sheng is already fifteen, and the eldest is the same size."
, What you said was serious, it made me laugh to death..."
Mi Bao's hand that was chewing the pig's toenail suddenly paused.
An idea flashed in her mind, and she finally understood the true meaning of her coming here!! Her innate mission!!