Chapter 160 There are demons in our mountains
As Xie had expected, she would give birth to the child quickly, and then feed him berries every few days, until he was five years old, and then take the child back.
It can finish five years' work in one year.
But now, with the baby in her belly, eating berries was of no use at all. She ate them for several days, and ended up vomiting even more miserably, with the baby showing no reaction at all.
I can only wait patiently for the child to come out.
But if the child doesn't come out, it will only cause trouble for others.
Xie Zao Zao was so exhausted that he felt like he had lost all desire to live, and he became increasingly thinner.
Xiao Xingsu was very anxious seeing her look. Xie Zaozao couldn't cook in this condition, but she had money to go to the village to buy food for Xiao Xingsu.
But Xiao Xingsu can eat it but she can’t, and she just wants to vomit now.
Little Xingsu saw it all and was worried. When he was taking money to buy food, he saw a young woman with a child at home, so he went over and asked, "Aunt, my mother is vomiting so badly, I feel so bad, is there anything you can do?"
Shao Qiaolan, the village chief's daughter-in-law, was a kind-hearted person. When she heard that Xie Zaozao was vomiting badly, she took some honey from her home and held it in one hand, and with the other hand, she took Xiao Xingsu and went to Xie Zaozao's house.
Shao Qiaolan had a good impression of the mother and son. They were both beautiful and well-mannered. When she first arrived in the village, she gave big gifts to the village chief and villagers.
Unlike other outsiders who always ask around or cause trouble in order to fit in with the village, this mother and son don't do that. They just stay in the house all day long. According to their neighbors, the mother just plays with the child and lets him vomit every day, and there is nothing else she does.
It is normal for young women to vomit when they are pregnant, and Shao Qiaolan understands this very well.
As she walked towards Xie Zaozao's house, she softly asked Xiao Xingsu questions, "Did your mother just vomit? Did she eat anything? Or is there anything she wants to eat?"
Little Xingsu thought about it carefully and said in a baby voice, "I get retching in the morning. I eat some porridge during the day, but I throw it all up. In the middle of the night, I get really hungry and want to eat meat. I can eat a lot, but I still throw up."
The cute little master Yuxue has a pair of big, clear and bright eyes. Although he walks slowly and softly, he pretends to be a little adult and speaks in a serious manner.
Shao Qiaolan thought for a long time before she remembered a word her man had said, "generous."
This child is quite generous.
Shao Qiaolan thought of her two young daughters and looked at Xiao Xingsu with a little more affection: "Good child, it's amazing that you remember it so clearly. Let's go quickly."
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Xie Zaozao lying over the basin, vomiting so weakly that I was completely exhausted. I hurried over to help her up and carried her to the bed.
"Why are you vomiting so much?"
Xie Zaozao wanted to answer, but when she opened her mouth, she slumped down on the bed, feeling listless and unwilling to move. Little Xingsu came over and rubbed Xie Zaozao's head, "Mom, are you feeling better?"
Xie Zao Zao waved his hand and didn't want to talk.
Shao Qiaolan brought some honey soaked in water to her and comforted her softly, "When I was pregnant with Dabao, I also vomited a lot. My husband went to the mountains to find honey to drink. Coincidentally, I vomited everything else, but the honey was fine."
Xie Zao Zao drank a few mouthfuls of honey water and suddenly felt her stomach much more comfortable. She took the bowl of honey water and drank it in one breath. She slept well for the first time that night.
Early the next morning, when little Xingsu was still half asleep, Xie Zao Zao had already picked him up and tossed him around in the air for a few rounds. He yawned, used the momentum to step on the wall a few times, landed steadily, and fell into the quilt again.
When Xie Zao Zao was folding the quilt, he picked it up and hung it on the wall, muttering, "This nail should be hammered higher."
The child has grown taller, and when he is hung up, his feet are about to touch the ground.
Little Xingsu rubbed his eyes and said in a baby voice, "I'll listen to mother."
Xie packed up his things early, took out a rope from the space, tied the child and his own wrists tightly, and headed towards the mountains.
That day, all the bears and bees in Brassica Mountain suffered.
All that could be heard were continuous screams, and from time to time, a woman's laughter could be heard.
Three days later, early in the morning, Shao Qiaolan was carrying a bucket to the stream to fetch water. When she opened the door, she saw a bear standing not far from her door, followed by three little bears.
When the bear saw Shao Qiaolan, instead of pouncing on her, it let out a wail and ran away with its cub, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the next two days, the village was plagued by bears and bees, and small animals in the mountains also rushed out one after another. As the New Year was approaching, the men in the village would go into the mountains to hunt. However, this time, they didn't even have to go into the mountains to hunt. When they opened the door, they saw wild boars and rabbits running together on the village roads.
Everyone went hunting, and every family stored a lot of meat.
But the village chief frowned: "Something must be wrong when things are abnormal. Something must have happened in this mountain to make all the living things run out."
If there was a problem with the barrier, it would be a big deal. The village chief thought about it and decided to write a letter to the Fu family. The New Year is coming soon. If something goes wrong, what will happen? It would be better to let the Fu family's mystic take a look. If everything is fine, the villagers can also celebrate the New Year with peace of mind.
The village chief's letter had just been sent out when Xie Zao Zao returned from the mountains with little Xingsu.
She used to be pale and breathless, vomiting without saying a word, but now her face is glowing, her complexion is very good, and the space is full of honey.
She is now confident that she can get through the morning sickness smoothly.
The Chinese New Year was approaching. This was her first New Year in this world, and she had a child to spend it with. Xie decided to make good arrangements early on.
She took some game she had hunted in the mountains to the village and sold it. She also bought a lot of snacks and food that the children liked, and also bought a small charcoal stove.
"You can roast honey-glazed meat. The meat is roasted until it's sizzling with oil, and then brushed with sauce and honey—"
Little Xingsu clapped his hands happily: "I want to eat this, mommy will make it for me."
On New Year's Eve, snowflakes were falling from the sky again. The animals that were running around in the village disappeared again because of the return of Xie Zaozao and her son.
Every household went home early to rest, and every household started frying meat and making a sumptuous meal to reward their hard work over the past year.
Under the flying snowflakes, lights were on in every household, and the snow-covered ground became warmer with these orange and yellow lights.
The village chief's house is particularly lively today because someone from the Fu family will come to stay in the village to investigate the strange phenomena in the village these days.
Under the command of the village chief, a pig was slaughtered and the pork was divided into pieces. The largest part was thrown into a big iron pot and stewed until it was soft and fragrant.
The rest were fried, stir-fried, and deep-fried to fill the table. The children played happily in the snow, and from time to time they would swallow their saliva at the delicious food on the table. When they could no longer resist the temptation, they would go to the kitchen to get a steaming bun and eat it with some oil residue.
Amidst the laughter and cheers, someone arrived.
A man in white shirt, with cold and handsome eyebrows and eyes, tall and slender figure, stood in the wind and snow. His cold temperament almost blended with the wind and snow, and there was a harmonious beauty.
The village chief was shocked: "But is it Mr. Fu Yanzhi?"
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