The child cannot drink milk, but Wei Zi still gets breast milk enlargement.
In the middle of the night, one was a child crying from hunger, and the other was a mother who had to get up to express her milk.
No matter how well-educated Wei Zi is, she still wants to accuse Feng Danyuan of being crazy. What kind of poison should she be fed!
"Clang--" Song's mother shook her hand, and the bowl of rice soup she had just cooked fell to the ground.
"Ah -" Cuicui was more direct, her legs were weak and she sat on the ground crying.
Wei Zi covered her clothes and wanted to hold her forehead.
She asked Feng Danyuan to ask his men to find a wet nurse, and Feng Su caught a wolf!
"There are no breastfeeding women or cows in the village, so wolf milk can be drunk." Feng Su squeezed a bowl of wolf milk on the spot and handed it to Wei Zi readily.
As expected, there are just as many subordinates as there are masters. The brain circuits are just as strange.
Wei Zi could only accept her fate and popularize science: "Wolf milk can be drunk. However, the children at home are weak, so it is best not to drink it. Firstly, the composition of wolf milk is different from breast milk, and ordinary babies cannot accept it; secondly, freshly squeezed wolf milk
Milk contains bacteria and if it is not sterilized at high temperature, adults, not to mention babies, will easily suffer from diarrhea after drinking it."
Ingredient? Bacteria? Feng Su couldn’t understand, but he understood what Wei Zi meant: the young master cannot drink wolf milk.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not believe it, but after seeing Wei Zi's superb medical skills, he began to admire her vaguely. Since she said she couldn't drink it, then she shouldn't drink it.
"Song Ma, go get some more rice soup." It would be more reliable to drink the rice oil on the rice soup, Wei Zi ordered calmly.
After finally feeding the baby and squeezing out the milk, Wei Zizheng was about to take a rest when a sound of "ah ah ah ah" came from outside.
His heart sank, and Wei Zi suddenly felt that something was not right.
Sure enough, Cuicui cried again: "Miss, there are so many...so many wolves!"
A bowl of undrinkable wolf's milk attracted a group of hungry wolves. Feng Danyuan's men are really geniuses!
Except for a brain, Wei Zi didn't have anything she wanted, and she didn't even have a body that could escape. She could only calm herself: "Cui Cui, Song Ma, throw everything that can be burned in the house at the door and burn it. Fire can't
Destroy!"
"Yes, miss."
Wei Zi carefully wrapped the child and held her tightly in her arms.
Only when the raging fire started burning did Wei Zi know how many wolves there were outside.
In the silent night, in the snow-covered villages, the wolves who had been hungry for most of the winter, heard the sad cries and screams.
Cuicui was so frightened that her legs went weak. Song Ma held a kitchen knife and stood guard at the door shivering.
Suddenly, several black shadows appeared in the yard.
"Wolf-wolf..." Cuicui was so frightened that she even forgot to cry.
"Go away!" Song's mother waved the kitchen knife, her mind went blank.
Wei Zi also panicked, not because of Cuicui and Song Ma, but because the fire outside the door was getting weaker and weaker.
"Cui Cui, Mother Song, take out the clothes and quilts and burn them!" she said loudly.
But Cuicui couldn't move, and Song's mother couldn't listen to Wei Zi's words. Wei Zi gritted her teeth, hugged the child and got out of bed, and threw the lamp on the table onto the bed with difficulty.
Before the fire started, the hungry wolf had already rushed in.
"Ah wu——"
Wei Zi instinctively lowered her head and used her body to protect the child in her arms. How bad was she? She didn't die from being buried alive, but she had to die from a wolf?
"Aww!"
A stream of warm blood fell on Wei Zi's face and body.
She looked up in astonishment and saw Feng Danyuan holding a long sword. His movements were sharp, almost one sword for each wolf. Before long, the three wolves that had rushed in had been killed.
