“I don’t want to eat dumplings!

Unless it contains minced Fubao!"

A Yuan said to Old Yang, who was sitting silently on the kang and watching her, that her expression had been different since she woke up.

She really wanted to beat Fu Bao into stuffing and throw him into the heavy rain to wash him clean. And this matter was urgent! Very urgent!

Old Madam Yang did not refute her, but just said carefully:

"If it worked, which we all would, it wouldn't take us long to chop her up.

But what if it fails, or if it succeeds, how can we ensure that no one finds out?

Everyone in the village knows that our two families don't get along.

Yang Xiaocao is a lunatic who only has eyes for her daughter. If anything happens to Fubao, she will probably report us to the government. Who can guarantee that we won't be found out?

It's not worth dying or being thrown in jail for something like this.

She is guilty and she deserves to die. We cannot and should not be punished.

Yuan, do you know?

If we went to the yamen, even if nothing was found out, we would still be suspected. At that time, everyone would think that Fubao was good and we were bad.

Anyone who kills someone will definitely be seen as a bad person by many people!

Do you want her to become a good person in the eyes of others? "

A Yuan lowered his head slightly, kept his eyes down and said nothing.

Old Yang took her into her arms and patted her gently:

"My little Yuan must be scared, but those things won't happen.

Xingzi will not die, and grandma will not die either. Grandma hasn’t seen Yuan grow up and get married, nor has she seen Yuan’s child. How can she die!

What's more, it would be a shame to be beaten to death by those messy things. Even though grandma is old, she was also very coquettish when she was young.

Grandma will definitely wait until she is as old as she can be, wear beautiful clothes, and have the whole family around her, and only then will she close her eyes after she has given her all the instructions she should have given her!"

"You will live a long and peaceful life."

Ah Yuan leaned against Old Madam Yang and lowered his head and whispered:

"It's the same for everyone. Fubao can't harm anyone, and everyone won't become a bad person.

In the future, I will eat a lot of delicious food, have a lot of fun, watch a lot of exciting things, and move to the county when I have money.

Buy a big house next to the market. There are many delicious foods there. I haven’t seen them all every time I go there. I must try them if I have the chance.

Our family is well fed now, and if these things weren’t happening, things would definitely be getting better and better.

The family will live happily together forever. When the time comes, I will write a tablet for my aunt so that she can be with us and listen to everyone's chats about the world of the living..."

A Yuan kept talking about the wishes he wanted to do most but had never said.

She talked a lot about what they would do together in the future, which seemed to include herself, but she hardly mentioned herself. Big tears wet old Yang's clothes.

When Mrs. Yang saw that she was crying as usual, she felt relieved.

He touched her little head, patted her back, and echoed:

"Yes, Fubao is nothing. What happens in the future is up to us!"

"Yeah! Everything will be fine!"

Yuan sniffed and nodded vigorously.

Old Yang was a little unsure, but she still agreed:

"Yes! Everything is fine."

Yuan rubbed his head against her and cried for a while. His voice gradually became quieter and after a while, he began to breathe steadily.

"Yuan?"

Old Mrs. Yang called her softly, and when she didn't answer, she knew she had fallen asleep, so she put her down, slowly took her clothes from her hands, covered her with a quilt, and walked out quietly.

As soon as I went out, I saw people lying against the walls and eavesdropping.

Old Yang cursed softly:

"Damn it, I've told you so many times, don't lie against the wall, don't lie against the wall, what a shame, your ears are stuffed with donkey hair!"

Her most beloved eldest son Fu Dabai retorted aggrievedly:

"That's just caring about you two!"

Old Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes and pointed to the big house, signaling everyone to go over there and talk.

The family always discussed things together. The children looked at each other and the rabbit asked in a low voice:

"Why not bring Yuan? She'll definitely want to hear it."

Zhao poked her head and whispered:

"You are stupid, didn't you see how scared Yuan was? He was so scared that he wanted to kill her, and his face looked weird.

She is already much more frightened than the rest of us. Even adults may not be able to bear it, let alone a little kid. Don't shock her further.

Bei Fubao is fine, but Yuan is driving him crazy again!"

Everyone nodded in agreement with her. It was obvious that something was wrong with Yuan, who showed no anger or hatred when Fubao was mentioned.

Fortunately, Mrs. Yang's persuasion seemed to be effective, and she finally cried. A child of this age will feel better if he cries out his bad mood.

In everyone's eyes, A Yuan has always been very sensible and knows what's important. Although he has always wanted to hit Fubao, he knows that he can't really do so, so he is very careful when he hits. Later, when he realized that he might be harmed, he no longer confronted Fubao.

Now that Old Mrs. Yang has told her the consequences, she probably won't think of killing anyone anymore.

The rabbits thought about it and felt that Yuan's giggling when he said he wanted to beat Fubao into stuffing was a bit scary. They were afraid that their sister would be stimulated and go crazy, so they nodded in agreement to show that they understood.

Everyone walked into the big house in silence. Fu Sanbai and Hu Tou Hu Nao, who had returned, followed them into the big house.

A Yuan, who was lying on the kang, silently opened his eyes, got up, opened the door a little bit, and looked through the crack. The doors and windows of the big house were all closed.

There was no one in the yard, only chickens clucking.

A Yuan walked out on tiptoe, closed the door, went straight to the kitchen, looked at the knife on the chopping board, and lifted it up to look at it.

I don’t think it’s a good idea. What can I use to cut vegetables without a kitchen knife?

A Yuan turned his eyes to the sickle in the corner. The rice had been harvested, so this sickle was of no use for the time being.

When Yuan went out, he closed the door as usual. Everyone in the big house was discussing something, but their voices were low and not very loud.

Yuan took another look, then went out and ran straight up the mountain.

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