The legitimate daughter in trouble became a mute wife of a peasant family

When Mrs. Qin heard that it was her son's voice, she was so frightened that she threw down her backpack, got up and rushed.

When other members of the Mo family saw this, they also rushed over.

The cry was so shrill, could it be that he encountered a ferocious beast or something?

It's over, it's over, how can a child fight against an aggressive beast?

Everyone rushed to the scene, holding wooden sticks picked up on the road, looking for wild animals everywhere. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were instantly shocked.

In a grassy depression, a nest of chickens were flapping their wings. Mrs. Qin was busy grabbing the chickens and tying their feet. Mo Jiaxing was helping. Su Nanxi seemed to be frightened and fell to the ground.

Seeing who was coming, Mrs. Qin lowered her voice and waved, "Hurry up and help!"

Everyone came to their senses, threw away their sticks, and ran over.

They know that whoever takes the things in the mountains belongs to whom. If someone comes over, they will be in a lot of trouble. It is important to catch them quickly and hide them back.

These people had a tacit understanding and didn't say anything. They tied up the chicken and stuffed it into the basket, spread a few layers of grass on it, and then went home.

Passing by the fields, I called back a few people who were working in the fields.

Some people asked strangely, but they all replied that Mo Qinghe was worried about being at home because he was not feeling well.

The people in the village had doubts, but they didn't delve too much into it. They were so busy that they soon forgot about it.

Mo Qinghe was knitting by himself at home. It was difficult to concentrate and he didn't knit much for a long time. Just when he was upset, the Mo family came back in force.

The first reaction was that something had happened, and he came back so early and was still so neat.

I was even more surprised when I saw them pouring out a few chickens from the basket on their backs.

Mrs. Qin asked her son, "Jia Xing, is this a trap set by you?"

Mo Jiaxing shook his head and pointed to Su Nanxi in the corner, "It was the third aunt who made the cloth. I was just helping."

Everyone looked at Su Nanxi, not quite believing it.

Mo Jiaxing is not greedy for merit, "It's really the third aunt who set it up. Don't you know what I can do?"

oh! That's true!

The way everyone looked at Su Nanxi instantly changed. Su Nanxi couldn't understand it, but she just felt that they were no longer unfamiliar with her.

Mo Yunmei curled her lips and muttered, "Hey! It's just a coincidence. I really believe she can do it."

Su Nanxi waved his hand and gestured, indicating that they should place the chickens first.

The adults understood and picked up the chicken quickly.

The children looked at Su Nanxi with joy, but they wanted to get closer but didn't dare.

Mo Jiaxing went over first, "Third Aunt, I will be with you next time."

Su Nanxi smiled and nodded.

When the other children saw this, they were no longer afraid and rushed over, "I want it too, I want it too."

Su Nanxi didn't know what to do now. When he saw the carrot head squeezing over, he raised his hand and didn't know where to put it.

It was the first time for the children to get close to her. Although she didn't know them very well, she couldn't bear to extinguish the light in their eyes. In the end, they touched their heads to express their approval.

A group of children cheered and jumped around her for a while before running away.

Finally saw Mo Qinghe.

Su Nanxi ran over, put down his backpack, took out four eggs from a pile of leaves inside, placed them in front of Mo Qinghe, and gestured again.

Mo Qinghe looked at the eggs, "Do you want to boil them for me?"

Su Nanxi nodded.

Mo Qinghe raised his eyes and looked at her, "Eggs are rare, are you sure you'll give them to me?"

Ouch! There are so many eggs, but I just don’t dare to take out too many at once!

Mo Qinghe's eyes flashed, "Don't you want to eat?"

Ouch! She eats it every day!

Su Nanxi simply went to Mrs. Mo with the eggs and asked her to kill the chickens and eat them, leaving the eggs for Mo Qinghe to eat.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they heard Mrs. Mo talking about killing the chicken. They couldn't remember the last time they ate meat!

The chicken caught this time was very big, with long legs and beautiful hair. At first glance, it was no ordinary chicken.

Mrs. Mo said she would kill one to eat, keep the other five and sell them for some money, and keep the eggs for Mo Qinghe to eat. Everyone had no objection.

Su Nanxi, a person who had difficulty communicating, couldn't help, so he stopped making trouble. He brought a bowl of water to Mo Qinghe and sat down to wait for it to be eaten.

Sitting bored, she took the basket and took out the leaves inside, pretending to take things out, but in fact she was putting things out from the space.

I didn't dare to put too much, so I just put three or four peaches, the smallest ones.

"Did you pick it on the mountain?" Mo Qinghe asked as he took the peach.

Su Nanxi nodded while chewing.

Seeing that she was happily chewing on it, Mo Qinghe also took a bite. The sweet peach juice instantly filled his entire mouth, stimulating his taste buds. He couldn't help but take another bite. Well, this was the most delicious and sweet peach he had ever tasted!

Everyone else was watching the chicken, and no one paid attention to these two people.

After chewing the peach, Su Nanxi wiped Mo Qinghe's hands with a wet cloth, then sat under the eaves and looked sideways at him weaving.

Mo Qinghe felt uncomfortable seeing her. He didn't expect that Su Nanxi would wipe his hands!

Since he can no longer walk, he only washes his hands before eating and after using the toilet. He rarely scrubs his hands at other times, and no one helps him scrub them.

Su Nanxi's body temperature still seemed to remain on his fingertips, which were as hot as her eyes. He felt that his hands were no longer his own.

You can't eat too much, your brain won't work!

Su Nanxi didn't notice anything unusual about him. She was attracted by Mo Qinghe's fingers.

These hands were so beautiful, with long and distinct joints, and round and clean nails. They turned left and right and danced between the bamboo strips. For a moment, she felt like elves were flying.

Seeing that Su Nanxi was fascinated, Mo Qinghe gradually let go after receiving his approval, his fingers becoming more and more flexible.

There was a noise, followed by cries.

Su Nanxi jumped up in fright and looked for the sound. He saw several people carrying Old Mo back in a hurry and placing him on the ground in the yard. Old Mrs. Mo rushed over and cried.

Su Nanxi looked back at Mo Qinghe. He stopped what he was doing and looked towards the yard, his face serious.

She couldn't speak and couldn't help, but that didn't stop her from running to find out what was going on.

From what these people said, she probably knew what was going on.

Old Man Mo couldn't sit still. Seeing that it was still early, he went to the fields again. He was chased by a frightened calf and fell down the field. The calf fell down for some reason and pressed Old Man Mo down. The villagers came and found that old man Mo was dying, and they quickly carried him back.

Su Nanxi squeezed forward to see Old Man Mo again. Seeing that the man's face was not good, his heart was pounding. He didn't know what to do for a while.

Someone shouted, "Go and ask for the doctor! He is dying!"

Su Nanxi quickly stepped aside and retreated to Mo Qinghe.

"Bring a bowl of water to Dad to drink!"

Mo Qinghe suddenly spoke, but Su Nanxi didn't react.

Mo Qinghe repeated it.

The tone is firm and decisive.

Su Nanxi gestured to confirm, and Mo Qinghe nodded firmly.

Without any time to think, Su Nanxi obeyed, rushed into the kitchen and got a bowl, turned his back to the door, pretended to scoop water, and secretly poured out a bowl of spiritual spring water.

He took it out, and when no one was paying attention, he squeezed in and made a move.

It happened that Mrs. Mo was holding Mr. Mo's head and crying. She didn't need to hold him up anymore and just started feeding him.

"Who are you?! You're going to drink Uncle Mo to death!"