But he still came to the door, which means that Wang, Su Dalang and Su Erlang can't live their lives calmly. There is no other way. Counting the time, there is no self-healing phenomenon at this time, so there is not much left in their bodies.
It's a good piece of meat, but it's extremely itchy every day. It's really an unbearable torture.
Su Xiaolu smiled sarcastically and said, "Aren't you already well? Why do you still need to look for me?"
Su Xiaolu's sarcastic tone made Mr. Su feel ashamed. His old face was burning. If it had been in the past, he would have become angry with embarrassment.
But now, Mr. Su, with his face gradually turning red, continued to lower his tone: "Little deer girl, we brought everything upon ourselves. Please calm down, let them go, and spare their lives."
There was not much flesh on their bodies, and they couldn't stop itching. Scratching the scabbed abscesses every day was an excruciating torture that made them collapse.
The Wang family wanted to die, which shows how much torture it was.
They all know that living peacefully can lead to a better life, but it's useless if they can't calm down.
Because I couldn't calm down, I cursed even more.
Because Mr. Su was cured without cursing, the villagers believed that this was a punishment from God, retribution, and heavenly punishment.
The Su family is no longer welcome in the clan, and everyone in the village dislikes them and stays away from them.
Mr. Su sighed guiltily. He knew it was too late. Now, he didn't want to get involved with Su Sanlang's family. He just wanted to spend the rest of his life peacefully.
Mr. Wang had been married to him for many years, and he couldn't bear the thought of her seeking death because she couldn't bear the torture, so he thought about it before coming shamelessly.
Mr. Su lowered his tone, and Su Xiaolu remained silent.
"Little deer girl, even though we are hateful and detestable, it is still a human life. You are somewhat lucky to be able to get to where you are today. How come you are so evil because of us."
Seeing Su Xiaolu's silence, Mr. Su continued in a low voice. After speaking, he bent down and waited quietly for Su Xiaolu to speak.
Mrs. Wang and her two sons could hardly stand it any longer. If there was no solution, they might not be able to endure such painful torture for much longer.
Su Xiaolu looked at Mr. Su and said calmly: "I know a way to cure your symptoms. Just boil it with fecal water and rub it."
Mr. Su looked up at Su Xiaolu in surprise. He couldn't believe what he heard. Could such a ridiculous and funny method really relieve the itching poison?
But looking at Su Xiaolu's calm and cold eyes, there was no hint of playfulness in them, and Mr. Su was confused as to whether he believed it or not.
Su Xiaolu didn't care whether Mr. Su believed it or not, she closed the door and went home.
Mr. Su looked at the closed door, sighed and returned home.
Mrs. Wang couldn't get out of bed these days, she could only moan in pain on the bed. Her body exuded an indescribable smell.
Mr. Su couldn't expect her to still serve him.
Thinking about the method Su Xiaolu said, he sighed and finally decided to give it a try.
The smelly excrement water was boiled and used to scrub Wang.
Mrs. Wang was moved to tears: "Old man, thank you for being kind to me."
After being married for so many years, there was no way for her to enjoy it. Mr. Su had never taken care of her. She didn't expect that she could still enjoy such care at this time. Wang felt that she was willing to die.
After scrubbing with the smelly and unknown medicine, Wang felt much better. She said happily: "Old man, the itching is gone. It's really gone. It's not that uncomfortable anymore. This medicine is really amazing."
Mr. Su felt relieved when he saw that it was really useful, and he said nothing.
He just cooked porridge casually, but he had no appetite at all.
Mrs. Wang, on the other hand, held her nose and ate happily, with a bright smile on her old face covered with abscesses.
"You take your time, and I'll take the potion to the children."
Mr. Su told Mrs. Wang that as long as the medicine works, it doesn't matter what the medicine is.
Mr. Su went to deliver potion to Su Dalang and Su Erlang.
Stinks.
Mr. Su told Mrs. Li and Mrs. Zhou: "This is the medicine that can cure this itchy disease. You can take Su Dalang Erlang and scrub it."
Li covered her nose and said, "Dad, what kind of medicine is this? Why does it smell so weird?"
The smell was pungent, not like a potion at all, but more like something from a latrine.
Mr. Zhou was also a little disgusted and didn't want to mess with him at all.
Mr. Su frowned and said coldly: "Why do you ask Na Duo to do this? How can I harm my own son?"
Mr. Su was a little angry, and felt sad in his heart when he saw the attitude of Mr. Li and Mrs. Zhou.
His two sons are not dead yet, and the two daughters-in-law already have other thoughts.
Mr. Su got angry, and Mrs. Li and Mr. Zhou quickly took over, smiling ingratiatingly.
Li Shi smiled and said: "Dad, you misunderstood me. I am worried about Dalang's health. Dad said it is useful, so I will go and apply medicine to Dalang now."
Mrs. Zhou also smiled and said, "I'll go too."
Mr. Su took a deep breath and turned to go home.
After applying this medicine for two days, Wang and Su Dalang and Su Erlang recovered.
Things are getting better, and I can finally live a peaceful life.
But Wang's body always had a vague smell, and even Su Dalang and Su Erlang also left behind that smell.
I think they should stop taking the medicine, but the abscess has not healed yet, and the itching becomes unbearable if they don't apply the medicine.
If you want to be good, you can only stink.
When people in the village met him, they all covered their noses and left.
People say this is retribution.
Wang always said that Su Sanlang's family was responsible, but who would believe it?
With this vague stench, no one in the Su family can speak in the village.
Mr. Su became more and more silent. This was retribution, he believed it.
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Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.
At night, Su Xiaolu slept with her pillow on Su Xiaoling's arm. She sighed and said, "Sister, time flies so fast. It hasn't been long now. One year has passed."
In a few years, she will be approaching the age of twelve, and Su Xiaoling will also be eighteen years old.
Su Xiaoling pinched Su Xiaolu's cheek gently and said gently: "Yes, another year has passed."
Her father and mother are busy making choices about her marriage, and it will be decided no matter what this year after the Chinese New Year. The time she and Su Xiaolu spend sleeping together will become less and less.
She has grown up, and so has Su Xiaolu.
Sometimes I feel that time passes very slowly, but when I look back, twelve years have passed round and round.
"Little deer, let's grow up healthily in the new year."
Su Xiaoling turned her head and kissed Su Xiaolu, and said softly.
This was the first time she kissed Su Xiaolu on the forehead after she was awake.
Su Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then she rubbed Su Xiaoling's shoulder and said sweetly: "I swear to my most beautiful, gentlest and best third sister, I will definitely listen to her and grow up healthily."
