Zhang Sanzhu continued telling his storybook until he got to the part where Su Jiaoniang was crying at her grave and recited those verses. Only then did the two children's troubled expressions disappear.
The two children looked at each other and nodded in unison. In Xiao Futu's eyes, whatever his mother did or did was reasonable and justified.
In Changsheng's eyes, Su Jiaoniang herself was powerful. It was perfectly reasonable to attach all sorts of wonderful personas to her. The speaker believed it without a doubt, and the listener had no doubts.
After telling his story, Zhang Sanzhu looked at the two children.
He didn't seek comforting words from the child.
I just spoke my mind, and with an audience, I always have some expectations.
The two children brought him a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Have some water. You must be tired after talking for so long. You didn't sleep a wink last night. Why don't you go and get some sleep now? We will do our best to complete the task that Mother left behind."
Zhang Sanzhu shook his head; he was very worried about his two children.
He followed the child to poop and pee yesterday, so he had no time or opportunity to do anything bad.
As a result, he was caught by Su Jiaoniang that very night.
Even though he hadn't slept all night, he didn't notice the child had slipped out. Instead, he discovered that Su Jiaoniang was disciplining the child in the middle of the night.
Zhang Sanzhu leaned against the door frame, drowsy.
Xiao Changsheng shook his head slightly, then picked up a pen and paper and began to write down the poem he had just heard.
Fu Tu stared at San Zhu and asked, "Brother San Zhu, you can actually memorize all these poems. You have a good memory. Why don't you study?"
Sanzhu was stunned for a moment.
He never expected to hear such a question from the little Buddha.
Why don't they study? The Zhang family members are all blockheads; they can't understand anything even if they read. They might as well have learned a way to make money from a young age.
Moreover, he can't always remember things so well.
Perhaps it was because my feelings were too sincere, or perhaps I was too excited at the time, but in any case, I wrote down the poem in that instant. I guess it was because my feelings were so devoted that I had a deep impression of everything at that time.
If it were something else, it would be hard to say.
Fu Tu slowly pondered the poems he heard from the three pillars.
Suddenly, a figure flashed through his little mind.
It's a woman!
She was covered in blood, her eyes filled with resentment. Xiao Futu's heart clenched, and a heart-wrenching pain flashed through his mind. He collapsed to the ground.
Zhang Sanzhu, who was drowsy, was instantly awakened. He stared at Futu and quickly carried the person to the bed: "Are you alright? You mustn't be hurt. If something happens to you, how can I explain it to your mother?"
The little stupa convulsed on the ground, its face deathly pale.
However, Zhang Sanzhu's face was even worse than that of Futu, who was lying on the ground. His hands were trembling and his lips were quivering: "You, how are you? I'll take you to see Doctor Liu."
He picked up the little Buddha statue and was about to leave when the statue recovered as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard.
He grabbed Zhang Sanzhu's sleeve: "I'm fine, I'm going to write."
"no!"
Fearing something might happen to Xiao Futu, Zhang Sanzhu carried him directly to Doctor Liu's courtyard.
At that moment, Doctor Liu was preparing medicine when he saw the Buddha being held and asked, "What happened?"
Zhang Sanzhu placed the person on the bed and recounted the situation of Xiao Futu. Doctor Liu examined Xiao Futu thoroughly, staring at him with furrowed brows, before finally saying, "Is it hysteria?"
"???" Fu Tu was unfamiliar with hysteria.
But he had a feeling that in the instant the image flashed before his eyes, he seemed to see a woman's face, and she seemed to want to bite him to death.
It was just like yesterday when the Lu family's wolfhound tried to kill Changsheng.
"How can that be cured?" Zhang Sanzhu asked the question that had been on Futu's mind.
Dr. Liu shook his head: "There's no cure. He won't die, he'll just have occasional twitches, but you'll get used to it."
After saying that, he waved his hand, letting the two leave his courtyard. Watching Zhang Sanzhu carry the Buddha away, he looked at the little Buddha suspiciously. He always felt that there were too few herbs in his pharmacy, but the amount missing was too small.
Confuse!
As they left Doctor Liu's house, Futu jumped off Zhang Sanzhu's back. Zhang Sanzhu had carried him there in the summer heat, and his body reeked of sweat; it was quite unpleasant.
Now that I'm healthier and have more options, I naturally want to rely on myself to get around.
As he passed by his own homestead, he saw Lu Dashan coming to cause trouble.
Lu Dashan was carrying the headless body of his dog.
"You vicious, despicable woman! My dog was perfectly healthy, and you actually broke into my house and killed it! How could you be so cruel?" After Lu Dashan finished cursing, Lu Congrong, who was standing behind him, started to sob.
His narrow, long eyes were fixed on Su Jiaoniang.
It seems they want to peel a layer of skin off Su Jiaoniang.
When she opened her eyes in the morning, she was holding a bloody dog in her arms, her body crammed into the dog cage. After a whole night, her neck was stiff from the pain, and everything she saw and the places she was in were extremely frightening.
After a long pause, and with her father's deliberation, the person responsible for the trouble was identified as Su Jiaoniang.
Taking advantage of the large number of people here, she followed them over.
When the workers saw Lu Dashan, their movements slowed down.
To the villagers, Lu Dashan's actions seemed petty. Why did he have to keep an eye on a widow who had lost her husband and pick fights with her all the time?
Last time, the little pagoda was given to human traffickers; anyone would have severed ties with it.
It would have been fine if we hadn't kept in touch, but now we're getting involved again.
Lu Dashan pointed to the purplish-blue bruises on the back of Lu Congrong's neck and said, "If you have any complaints, you can take them out on me. What kind of behavior is this towards a child? Don't you know why I treat you like this?"
The three of them left the village overnight and didn't touch you at all. So where did Futu and Xiaoya come from?
boom!
One sound!
Su Jiaoniang felt like she'd been struck by lightning, and the people working around her were also stunned. They helped Su Jiaoniang mainly because she was Lu Wujiu's woman.
Even though Lu Wujiu is dead, his help to the villagers and the things he did back then cannot simply disappear...
But what if this child isn't Lu Wujiu's?
The workers looked at Su Jiaoniang with a judgmental gaze.
Even at this moment, Su Jiaoniang felt a chill run down her spine.
The original owner's memories clearly show...
Lu Dashan is such a good liar!
Su Jiaoniang looked coldly at Lu Dashan: "What did you say?"
Lu Dashan said with a smug look on his face, "Originally, I didn't want to say these things, leaving you no room to survive, but Congrong is my child, and I can't just stand by and watch her suffer!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Su Jiaoniang's temper finally flared up, and she grabbed Lu Dashan by the neck: "Say it again, is my child Lu Wujiu's?"
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