Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Why didn't Old Lady Leng come? She had decided at home that Ding Guihua was crazy, but she must not pay attention to a madman. She was just a mourner and a spendthrift, but now she has an extra layer of magical power. Who dares to offend her?

But the old man refused to believe it. He felt that he had seen through Ding Guihua's true nature more than ten years ago. He couldn't bear this humiliation and came to her house. He didn't expect that his former daughter-in-law would not only go crazy crying and wasting money, but also learned to drink and get drunk. She could even make a 40-centimeter-long rolling pin leave afterimages!

The big fat dog was still guarding by the side, and the drunkard threw the rolling pin away with a "whoosh". Before the old man could stand up from the ground, the big fat dog ran away like the wind and fetched the weapon back, and took advantage of any opportunity to push it forward. The drunkard continued to work with both hands, and the weapon returned to her hands.

"e＝e＝e＝(>д<)?Ahhh!" As soon as Mr. Leng stood up, he was targeted by the charge. The drunkard's rolling pin chased him and the old man ran away. He was crazy, really crazy!

Is it the intention of bringing the whole family to a former daughter-in-law like this to help her sober up?

"Mom!" With a call, Ding Guihua, who was still dancing like a fire wheel on her chest, stopped moving. Zhenbang Lediandian helped to pull her trouser legs to guide her. Leng Yanqiu closed the gate again, helped Ding Guihua into the house, and stuffed her shoes into the quilt.

He must be really drunk. He didn't even think of putting on a cotton jacket when he left the greenhouse. He isn't cold now because he has been exercising. His cheeks are flushed.

After the noise, Ding Guihua calmed down again, fell asleep in three seconds without even opening her eyelids.

It's just a bottle of red wine, it shouldn't be that serious.

But they drink and create an army of thousands.

The rolling pin, which did not stick to its original job but charged into battle in other fields and was willing to be broken into pieces, is still in Ding Guihua's hand. Hold it, and you can use it when you have nightmares.

But her other hand, the left hand that was trying in vain to follow the rolling pin and grab the air, was now dark red.

Leng Yanqiu bent down to observe. The small Qiankun bag hanging around her neck fell down. Ding Guihua's left hand was hit by the rolling pin in her right hand or by the wall. There were cracked wounds on the joints of two fingers and on the back of her hand, and bright red blood was still oozing out.

This must be dealt with, even though the drunkard felt no pain and was sleeping soundly.

It was rare for a daughter to take such thoughtful care of Ding Guihua. She wiped it gently, disinfected it, sprinkled medicine on it, bandaged it, and even tied a book around her entire hand to prevent her from scratching and further expanding the wound on her finger joints.

After finishing the process, Leng Yanqiu couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. If she had known that alcohol had such an effect, why would she still be thinking about brainwashing her mother every day?

However, no matter whether it was because "alcohol makes cowards brave" or because Ding Guihua could really stand up, Leng Yanqiu felt satisfied. He rewarded her with a pot of jasmine tea and placed it on the thermal pad in case she was thirsty when she woke up.

We will harvest a batch of jasmine tomorrow, and the flower and plant dryer bought by Brother Wang will come in handy again.

And the New Year greetings text message she edited has not been sent.

The days pass in a rush, one year ends and another begins.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was a burst of firecrackers from early morning. The village was exceptionally lively, with adults and children wandering around in the alleys. Familiar and unfamiliar people, close and distant, all greeted each other with smiles and said "Happy New Year" to each other.

There are more etiquettes to follow when visiting each household to pay New Year's greetings. In Ma Liu Village, kowtow is still a popular custom. People kneel down one after another with a "gudong" and kowtow to the elderly elders and ancestral tablets of the family.

The neighboring house of Grandpa Dalong is more bustling. He is of a higher generation, so people from all over the village will come and take a walk around and say "gudong".

In comparison, the mother and daughter living in the east end of the village were too low-class. Groups of children flocked in and found the gate still closed. They speculated whether there had been a funeral in the family in the past three years, but there were clearly red couplets posted on both sides of the gate.

The east end of the village has always been quiet, as if it is independent of the entire village.

Ding Guihua slept very soundly. Leng Yanqiu had already cooked the dumplings but she was still asleep. Her breathing was even and long, and the coming and going of a man and a dog could not wake her up.

It’s great that I can eat as much as I want today, eating dumplings like anyone else.

It’s not that the owner wants to give up control over its food, but that the confused owner can’t find its dog food. Not only dog ​​food, but all the other snacks that were casually packed in the Qiankun bag are gone.

In other words, the Qiankun bag disappeared.

The dog ate one dumpling at a time, enjoying the delicious taste. It was like dog food.

Leng Yanqiu's eyelids twitched. This guy had finished two large plates of dumplings but was still begging for more as if he hadn't eaten for eight days. Could it be that he knew of my plan to go to the city to find a pet store that was open to buy another batch of dog food?

As for the sudden arrival and disappearance of the Qiankun bag, she was puzzled but there was nothing she could do. She had just searched every corner of the house and the greenhouse carefully, but couldn't find it at all.

"The dumplings are too salty. You can't eat them anymore." Leng Yanqiu drove Zhenbang out of the back room, kept the dumplings warm for Ding Guihua, and locked the door carefully so as not to fool Zhenbang's attitude.

I originally wanted to take Ding Guihua to the city to play today, since we both have some free time. But seeing that Ding Guihua was sleeping so comfortably, I couldn't bear to wake her up.

Eat well and sleep well to grow meat, right? Brother Wang casually said that his mother was as dark and thin as a monkey, which was a bit heartbreaking.

Should we purchase some more cosmetics and makeup products for Comrade Guihua?

The bottle of red wine we drank yesterday was also given by Brother Wang and his wife. This kind of strategic equipment must also be replenished.

She happily rode her tricycle into the city, but the gate at the east end of the village was still locked. Oh, it was locked from outside the yard now, and no matter how great the skills were, it was not enough to open the lock.

Therefore, Zhenbang could only concentrate on studying the lock hanging in the back room. He pressed it with his paw, but it wouldn't open. He patted it, but it wouldn't open. He bit it, but it wouldn't open...

The noise made by Zhenbang must have been quite loud and lasted for a long time. But even so, Ding Guihua did not wake up.

It wasn't just because of the drunkenness or exhaustion. Ding Guihua felt that she could hear the sounds outside, but she was trapped in a foggy space. As if she was in a nightmare, her limbs were stiff and she dared not move.

She has never been a brave person, and she has never stayed in an unchanging dream for so long. There is always fog in front of her eyes, still and suffocating.

Finally, she made a sound, and her calves felt weak again.

"Qiu'er——"

There was no response, but she could hear her daughter whispering to Awesome.

"Qiu'er——"

She raised her voice, but her daughter was locking the door and quietly opening it.

Ding Guihua was very anxious. She couldn't stay here and couldn't be afraid anymore. She used both hands to clear the fog, only to find that her left hand was a little awkward. There was even a book tied to it?

"Qiu'er, Qiu'er!" Ding Guihua continued to shout, not caring about the problem of tying the books, waving her hands, slapping and tearing at the fog.

That fog really deserves a beating!