Chapter 60 Planting Uncle in the Soil
“Don’t… don’t shout…”
A low, dry voice came into Xiao Taozhi's ears intermittently from behind him, like dry branches on the ground in winter, as if they were about to break at any time.
Suddenly.
A cold hand gently gripped Xiao Taozhi's slender, white neck. The little fellow shivered from the cold, his face wrinkled immediately, and his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to move.
"Woo... Uncle Monster, please don't eat Zhizhi... Zhizhi is not tasty... Zhizhi is stupid... Uncle will become stupid if he eats Zhizhi... Woo woo..."
Tears as big as beans were about to fall from the corners of little Taozhi's eyes. She covered her eyes tightly with her two small hands, not daring to look at the man behind her, and her little mouth twitched non-stop.
"Shut up!"
Zou Chi let go of Xiao Taozhi, pressed his temple helplessly, and interrupted in an extremely impatient tone.
If this child keeps making noise, he might be killed by her before he bleeds to death!
Xiao Taozhi suddenly lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground without warning.
“Woo…”
My butt hurts!
The little guy rubbed his little butt pitifully, and when he opened his eyelids, he saw the man covered in blood in front of him.
It turns out it’s not a monster…
The little guy opened his dark deer eyes, his eyeballs rolling rapidly as he looked up and down at the man curiously.
"If you look again...I'll dig out your beads!"
A low and hoarse voice escaped from Zou Chi's throat, his chest suddenly shook violently twice, accompanied by a muffled cough, and Zou Chi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The little girl shrank back in fear, hugging herself with her trembling body, staring warily at the dangerous man in front of her.
After a while, Zou Chi seemed to have no strength left. He leaned against the thick tree trunk, his eyes slightly closed, and suddenly he became motionless.
“Uncle…Uncle…”
Xiao Taozhi called out cautiously.
She was afraid of waking Zou Chi up, and the man would strangle her again like he did just now, but she was even more afraid that the man would never wake up, and then no one would be able to take her out.
The little guy bravely moved closer and took a closer look at the man.
This uncle seems to be seriously injured, bleeding a lot...
Xiao Taozhi took out a handful of Band-Aids from her furry little yellow duck cross-body bag, and gently lifted the man's blood-stained sleeve with her small hands. A hideous scar was clearly visible, and blood was still oozing out.
The little guy frowned, wiped the blood off the wound with a tissue, pouted his mouth and snored softly, then covered the wound with a Band-Aid.
The wound was very long, and Xiao Taozhi had to put all the Band-Aids on it neatly before it could cover the wound.
Xiao Taozhi picked up the garbage, wrapped it in paper and stuffed it into her small backpack, then she raised her little finger that was slightly stained with mud and quietly put it under Zou Chi's nose to probe.
When they were in the Fanluo Rain Forest, Grandpa Willow had given her some basic knowledge about human beings.
Grandpa said that humans need to breathe just like plants, but humans breathe through their noses. If they don’t breathe, they will die.
Huh?
Little Taozhi withdrew his hand and scratched his head curiously.
Why do I feel angry sometimes and not angry sometimes?
So is this uncle dead or alive? Or is he not dead yet?
Little Taozhi gently pushed Zou Chi's shoulder, frowned, and asked, "Uncle, are you dead?"
Zou Chi: “…”
"If you don't speak, it means you're dead!"
“…”
What should we do when someone dies?
Grandpa Willow didn't tell her.
Then...
Bury it with soil!
After the plants die in winter, they will go into the embrace of Mother Earth, and then sleep long enough, and then they will take root again and sprout, and then grow out!
Xiao Zhizhi used her two tender little claws to dig the soil laboriously, and then sprinkled the dug soil on Zou Chi.
They did this for a long time before a sparse layer of mud was spread on Zou Chi's body.
The little girl was exhausted. She plopped down on the ground, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and muttered to the unconscious Zou Chi: "Uncle, go to sleep sweetly. Zhizhi will plant you in the soil. When you wake up, you will sprout again!"
Zou Chi: “…”
Sudden.
A cold, hard object pressed against the back of Xiao Taozhi's head, causing her big, round head to hurt a little.
"Don't move!"
The deep and rough male voice went straight into little Taozhi's ears, scaring the little guy so much that he immediately hugged his head tightly with his two little paws to protect the small peach branch above his head.
The branches of the little peach tree were trembling. I don't know when, but the originally bare branches had sprouted some green buds.
"Woo... Zhizhi, don't move... Don't hit Zhizhi's head with a stone..."
Xiao Yucheng frowned slightly.
What is this little bean sprout babble about?
The man lowered his eyes slightly, then pushed away Xiao Taozhi who was blocking his way, quickly moved to Zou Chi's side, held his breath, and tried to feel Zou Chi's breath.
Fortunately, although it's a little weak, it's still breathing...
Xiao Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a miniature blood-clotting gun and roughly stopped Zou Chi's bleeding.
The moment Zou Chi's sleeves were lifted, Xiao Yucheng's stern face froze.
What are these colorful things that are stuck to my arms as densely as centipedes?
Is it a new invention used to torture people?
Thinking of this, Xiao Yucheng's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sword, shooting fiercely at Xiao Taozhi. He lifted Zou Chi's arm and asked with gritted teeth: "What is this?!"
Little Taozhi shrank her head in fear before stammering, "Band-Aid..."
Xiao Yucheng's mouth twitched.
Who the hell uses a Band-Aid like that?!
"Then where did all this dirt on him come from?"
Xiao Yucheng's brows were almost twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
Could it be that this little bean sprout thought Zou Chi was dead and wanted to bury him?
Little Taozhi didn't dare look at Xiao Yucheng with her dark eyes. She wiped the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Zhizhi wanted to save this uncle...so she planted him in the soil...When he sprouts, he will come back to life...Wuwuwu..."
The little girl bit her rosy lips to prevent the golden beans from falling, but the more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and finally she sobbed and cried.
Why does Zhizhi still get scolded by the blame uncle even though she did a good deed?
Little Taozhi was very sad, and her golden beans fell down with a clatter.
Xiao Yucheng clenched his fists hard to suppress the anger in his heart and did not curse at Xiao Taozhi.
Does this bean sprout have an underdeveloped cerebellum?
Did he treat his brother like a weed?
Still working on the land!!
Fuck!!
Xiao Yucheng speechlessly tore off the Band-Aids on Zou Chi's arms one by one and threw them on the ground.
Suddenly, a small, white and tender fist appeared next to Xiao Yucheng's tall body.
It was obvious that the owner of the little fist was a little scared, his little hands trembling uncontrollably, but he still bravely held the thing in front of him, and said in a milky voice without much confidence: "Uncle... Uncle... you dropped the garbage..."
(End of this chapter)
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