Chapter 250 Chapter 17 Seventh Girl?

But the flock quickly quieted down.A few chickens also cooed low, as if they were whispering among themselves. "Okay, take the child home. You don't have to wash the sheets every day." After the grandfather finished speaking, he raised the child's hand and shook it, with a look of love on his face.He always likes children very much, even if he doesn't hate crying and fussing children, even if the children urinate in his house unappreciatively, he still says it's a good thing for children to urinate at home. Although I can't understand how he loves children so much, I have to admit that child urine may be a good thing.

When my fourth grandma's wife was suffering from tuberculosis, she would often come to my house to beg my brother and I for urine.During that time, she came to my house early in the morning with a sea bowl, woke up my brother and I who were drowsy, and told us to pee in the sea bowl.Although we were very reluctant to be woken up by her, and sometimes we really didn't have the desire to excrete early in the morning, but because the fourth grandma brought us a few candies every time she came, we had to refrain from it. My mother said that the boy's urine had a very good therapeutic effect on her husband's tuberculosis.

I didn't believe it at the time.There were many folk remedies in the countryside at that time. For example, if a child had pus in his ear, he could pick up pigeon droppings, dry it, grind it into powder, and then fill it in the child's ear. The abscess would heal within a few days.Another example is that there was no cough medicine at that time. You can burn the bacon bones to ashes, and then drink it with water, which can relieve cough.There are many strange folk remedies, I don't believe it, but in the end they all cured people's ailments. These home remedies look dirty and can be gross when used.But people live healthy and healthy lives.Although people nowadays are much more advanced in medical treatment, they still suffer from all kinds of strange illnesses, and they still don't seem to be living more freely than people back then.

The young woman thanked her repeatedly and kept bowing while holding the baby. I thought to myself, after paying homage to brother-in-law just now, I haven't seen the actual effect yet, so why is she so grateful? Grandpa also said: "Don't thank me now. When the child really doesn't pee much at night, when I pass by here in the future, you can make me a few more cups of tea, and that will be fine." Then, Grandpa smiled heartily . Wen Sazi said flatteringly: "It was necessary at that time. Wherever you go, the old man will give you tea! I'm afraid you won't come."

Grandpa looked at the sky outside and said, "It's getting late, we have to go." The old lady hurriedly came over with a teapot: "I said I want tea, let's go after tea." Grandpa smiled and said, "Let's have tea next time. It's really late today. I can walk home with my eyes closed, but my little nephew is going home too. That's it, ah! Next time, next time." " Grandpa walked out while talking.I follow out. The filial song of the white-haired woman was still floating in the air, adding some mysterious colors to the night.Grandpa stood at the door for a while, as if he was listening to the filial song of the white-haired woman, or something else.I also listened attentively, but only heard the waving filial songs.

Grandpa patted my head and said, "Liangzi, let's go." As soon as he finished speaking, the chickens in the old lady's main room suddenly made a loud noise.Grandpa hurriedly turned back and entered the house, and I quickly followed. When I entered the house, I saw that the chicken coop in the dark corner had fallen apart, and all the chickens in the coop had escaped.There were about five or six chickens, all running around in the main room.The rooster crowed terribly. "What's the matter?" The young woman hurriedly ran to the dark corner to see the broken chicken coop.

"Is there a weasel coming to steal the chicken?" Wen Sazi quickly closed the door, afraid that the chicken would run out.The old lady also hurriedly went back to the room and took out a lamp and lit it. The fact that the lamp was not lit just now was not because the old lady was stingy, but because it was the custom in the countryside at that time.Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.It was getting dark, and I was about to go to bed. Although it was a bit hard to see things, I knew where my things were probably in my heart, so I didn't need to light a lamp.Besides, using a lamp is not as convenient as lighting a lamp. You pull the cord and it turns off.Even if you have to get up to blow out the light when you are lying in bed, it is better not to turn on the light in the first place.

Of course, some people want to lie on the bed with the light on and then turn off the light.My dad was like that.And it is impossible to put the lamp on the bed, there must be some distance from the bed.Therefore, my father often blows on the bed to the lamp not far away, as if practicing a strange kind of qigong. The old lady took a light in the main room with a lamp, but found no sign of the weasel. But a few chickens were still flopping about in the main room.Chicken feathers fluttered in mid-air like autumn leaves.Suddenly, a rooster with a big comb rose into the air, flapping its wings vigorously.It was about to fall, but it stopped in mid-air, with its head twisted and its feet standing side by side.

Wen Sazi, the young woman, and I were all terrified by the scene before us. I took a sneak peek at the grandpa and the old lady, and their expressions seemed to be a little different.But what is the difference I can't tell. The chicken that stopped in mid-air seemed to be frightened too, its wings flapped desperately, its body twisted non-stop, and its mouth clucked for help.The other chickens stopped running, looked at their companions hanging in mid-air with lingering fear, and occasionally croaked, as if they were softly calling for their companions. The chicken that stopped in mid-air seemed to realize that it was not in any danger, and gradually became quiet, even the cooing sound was gone.It looked left and right with its crooked head, and seemed to be amazed at how it could stop in mid-air.The chickens on the ground also tilted their heads to see the half-empty chickens.

The silence lasted only a few seconds. Suddenly, with a click, the chicken's neck snapped in mid-air.Chicken blood rushed out. Most of the splattered chicken blood sprayed on Wen Sazi's body.Wen Sazi screamed loudly, calling his mother again and again. The chicken with a broken neck fell from the air, its head in a different place.The chicken's mouth is open and the tongue sticks out.Not far from the chicken's head, the chicken's body was still twitching, and the chicken's feet were still struggling. The chicken's claws stretched and retracted, as if trying to grab something.

We were all stunned, not knowing what happened. I glanced at my grandpa. Grandpa didn't look at the chicken that had just died like we did, but stared at another chicken. I followed my grandfather's gaze, and the chicken that was still in shock was looking at the chicken blood on the ground, and even pecked the blood of its companion with its beak, but it didn't know that its own feet gradually joined together. The old lady's murmured voice drifted to my ears: "Could it be, could it be that Miss Seven is here?"