Chapter 141 Whose beautiful little wife

Seeing Matchmaker Li crazy, but Pity Xixi looks, how could I bear to attack her again?

Even though my parents died tragically at her hands, she is now crazy and has received the punishment she deserves, so I will let her go!

My conscience controls me and makes such a decision

Just a lunatic, no matter whether she is alive or dead!

In the next few days, I will still pay attention to matchmaker Li's every move, but she repeats one thing every day like a robot, that is, wearing tattered clothes, wearing messy hair, holding wheat straw in her mouth and running around the village, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes crazy...

You said that this matchmaker Li is a pretty man, who is usually smart and translucent, so how could he go crazy for no reason?

Hearing the villagers wondering after dinner, almost no one believed that she would go crazy, but the facts were right in front of him, and he had to believe it.

I guess it might be because of the village chief. She had a close relationship with the village chief. Now she saw that the village chief went crazy and died of taking medicine. She couldn't accept it for a while and was greatly stimulated, so she went crazy too.

Someone made a judgment on his own...

Various arguments and speculations have become topics for villagers to have fun when they are bored. Since matchmaker Li is already crazy, I have let go of my hatred and attack a madman. I am not so cruel as to this point, but I never expected that my kindness would bring me a catastrophe!

Next, I began to focus on the task of picking flowers. The Peach Blossom Fairy gave me 63 tasks, but now it has only completed one-third of the total. The revolution has not been successful yet, and comrades still need to work hard!

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye. In the past half month, I picked the number one widow in Hongxing Village and two young wives who were breastfeeding. Before picking them, I would ask them if they would be picked by me. If I don’t want to, I won’t force it, because I don’t want to hurt others because I save my life.

I originally planned to wait for revenge and wait for death, so that I could be with Aunt Hanmei who was in the dark as soon as possible. However, for several days, Aunt Hanmei always asked me to dream of me, and she told me to live well, otherwise she would die with her goal.

I told me a lot of verbose truths, saying that if I don’t live well, I will be sorry for my parents, I will be sorry for Dewdrops, and I will be sorry for many people. I can dream of her giving me a sincere warning almost every night, and that there is no way, I can only survive!

Actually, I don't have much interest in living

When the sun sets that day, the setting sun dyes half of the sky red. The breeze blows gently, and the birds returning to their nests in the sky chirping over their heads, and the huts of green smoke emerges from the chimneys of the cottages...

I walked on the path in the countryside, breathing the fragrance of nature with a slight sensation. For me, letting go of hatred and living is extremely comfortable and relaxing.

The sun quickly set, and the dusk gradually enveloped the sky like a huge dark curtain. I was holding a bamboo basket in my hand. The bamboo basket contained sweet potatoes that had just been dug from the ground. I went back tonight to cook the sweet potato rice.

Wow Á…

A string of babies cried suddenly on the road ahead. I couldn't help but step forward and saw a baby in a cradle placed on the side of the road. But seeing that the baby's hair had not yet faded, his eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open, and he was crying loudly.

Whose parents are so cruel that they actually left their children on the road? I wanted to take the children away, but I can't even take care of myself, so how could I talk about taking care of a child?

Seeing the discarded child in front of me, I thought of myself again and couldn't help feeling compassion. I put down the basket in my hand, held the child in my arms, and wanted to coax him and tell him not to cry, but I had no experience. Whether it was making faces or making jokes, it would not work. The child still cried.

what to do?

what to do?

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and finally decided to take the child away first. Now it is autumn weather, and the night is as cold as water. If you leave the child here, you won’t starve to death, you will also freeze to death.

So I held the child in one hand and the basket in the other, preparing to go back. Just as I had just walked a few steps away, a anxious voice suddenly sounded behind me: Stop! Stop for me! That's my child, why are you snatching my child?

This is a woman's voice, crisp and powerful, like a nightingale. For me, who has a congenital complex of love, my mind couldn't help but sway. A woman with such a nice voice must be no different in appearance!

So I stopped and turned to look. Before I could see the other person clearly, the woman had already taken the child from me and scolded me very harshly: Why are you like this? Just steal other people's children at will?

The woman deliberately emphasized the word "robbing", as if she had been robbed of the child more than once.

What did I steal her child?

Am I robbing?

I clearly saw this child crying, but I thought it was abandoned by some parents. I was kind-hearted, but now I was misunderstood and robbed. When I witnessed the woman in front of me, I forgot to defend myself.

This is definitely a beautiful young woman who can eat with a beautiful meal, and she has a ginseng and abalone meal!