Chapter 9: 9 Mulberry Mulberry Leaf Brothers and Sisters Shot

Chapter 9: 9 Mulberry Mulberry Leaf Brothers and Sisters Shot

  Chapter 9 9 Mulberry Mulberry Leaf brothers and sisters shot

   There is not much water in the field ditch, but there is mud more than ten centimeters deep. Once pressed down, the mud will overflow Deng Mazi's nose and flow down the nostrils.

   Mud poured into his nostrils, and he felt suffocation. Deng Mazi swallowed all the curse words and struggled desperately.

  It's just that the strength of mulberry leaves is stronger than that of a man in his prime. Deng Mazi is just a soft-legged shrimp with lazy limbs and weak hands and feet. No matter how hard he struggles, it will be useless.

  Sang Ye curled her lips into a smirk, held Deng Mazi firmly, and let go when he was about to faint.

   "Hoo...cough cough cough..." Deng Mazi raised his head and turned his face sideways, poured out the mud in his nasal cavity, panting heavily, the mud choked his head dizzily, felt uncomfortable and painful, tears and snot flowed all over his face.

  Sang Ye's foot on his chest didn't move away, like a huge boulder that couldn't be shaken.

  Stretched out his hand and grabbed Deng Mazi's hair again, forcing him to look directly at him, smiling wickedly, looking eerie.

   "Are you happy? If you're not, how many times can I give you more?"

  Deng Mazi looked at Sang Ye with fear and hatred in his eyes. The dogs of the Sang family are really ruthless one by one. They are so ruthless at a young age.

   Sang Ye narrowed her eyes, and poked Deng Mazi's eyes fiercely with the yellow vitex in the other hand.

  Deng Mazi's pupils tightened suddenly, and he closed them in a panic to escape.

  The expected pain did not come for a long time, I opened my eyes tentatively, and saw the thin yellow vitex protruding a millimeter above the eyeball, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Sang Ye was full of sarcasm, ruffian and evil, and sneered: "Are you afraid? Just be afraid, I'm afraid you are not afraid, remember, let me hear a word about our family from your stinky mouth later. , I’ll poke those useless dog’s eyes for you, anyway, they can’t recognize reality, can’t understand strengths and weaknesses, so it’s useless to keep them.”

   "Also, don't look at auntie with your disgusting eyes anymore, and make auntie unhappy, and cut you off directly." Deng Mazi felt his legs go limp at the tapered end of Huang Jingtiao.

   Shaking violently, he tightened his legs.

   Sang Ye sneered, threw off Deng Mazi, jumped onto the field ridge, and rubbed her hands on her clothes in disgust.

  Deng Mazi felt that after walking through hell, his blackened ragged padded jacket was soaked long ago, and the biting coolness couldn't compare to the creepy coldness brought by this little beast, Sangye.

  He really wanted to kill this little girl, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

  Mulberry stared at Deng Mazi indifferently with black and white eyes, and slowly squatted down. A nine-year-old child actually had the aura of a superior.

  The little guy is usually stable and mature, he is polite and polite, and he studies well. He is a child of other people's family in the words of the villagers of the Cooper brigade.

  It is an alternative of Lao Sang's family, a good bamboo shoot out of bad bamboo.

   It's just that Deng Mazi seemed to see something different from his black and white eyes, something he couldn't understand but was afraid of.

  Under such sight, I always feel my scalp numb, avoiding Mulberry's sight, trying to get up.

   I don’t know if I was frightened or suffocated for too long, my hands and feet were so weak, I couldn’t get up after struggling for a long time, and I was covered in mud.

  Mulberry stretched out her fair and slender hand to Deng Mazi.

  Deng Mazi was stunned for a moment, looking at these overly expensive hands, he was a little flattered, and slowly passed his own hands over.

  Before touching Mulberry's hand, there was a bloodstain on his wrist. There was no blood dripping out, but the pain was excruciating, as if the whole arm was about to be broken.

  Deng Mazi was frightened and angry, and stared at Mulberry fiercely.

  Mulberry is still as expressionless as ever, and his black and white eyes reflect all the black and white in this world. In his eyes, it seems that everything, all the darkness and calculations, have nothing to hide.

  On the white fingertips, there is a piece of thatch leaf with sharp edges, and a drop of dark red blood hangs on the tip of the leaf.

  The immature voice should have innocence, but in Deng Mazi's ears, it was covered with a layer of ice.

   "It's too easy to let a person die inexplicably, but I don't like it. I like people to die slowly."

   With a flick of his fingertips, the thatch leaf just fell on Deng Mazi's wrist, sticking together with the bloodstains.

  Deng Mazi trembled involuntarily. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He was obviously a brat with no hair on his head, but he was afraid, for no reason.

  Compared with the violence of the mulberry leaf, this kind of sinister warning seems to be more shocking.

  The brothers and sisters cleaned up, and Sang Ye picked up the big and small bags and threw them on his shoulders, preparing to call Wang Xinfeng home.

Looking up and seeing Cui Xue looking at them with envy and hatred on her face, her good mood disappeared instantly. Sang Ye spat unhappily. Bend.

  Seeing Deng Mazi from the corner of the eye, he gave a sinister smile, walked over and squatted down: "Deng Mazi, do you want a wife? What do you think of that old bitch?"

  Deng Mazi hadn't recovered from his panic, and subconsciously shook his head.

   Sang Ye's eyes sank suddenly, and she asked gloomily, "You don't want a wife?"

  Deng Mazi raised his head in a daze, looked at Sang Ye, and asked tentatively, "I want it?"

  Sang Ye hooked her lips evilly: "Just want it, if you want it, go after it yourself, chase it to death, let me see your sincerity, you know?"

  Deng Mazi is lustful, but he has a heart and no guts. He only dares to spy on old women taking a bath, steal the little daughter-in-law's clothes in other people's yards, or go to the corner to listen to masturbation at night, and dare not do anything else.

  Tell him to chase female educated youths, but he dare not. What's more, this educated youth is Cui Xue, a person who has a worse reputation than Lao Sang's daughter-in-law.

  But under the direct gaze of the Sang brothers and sisters, they didn't dare to shake their heads, so they could only bite the bullet and nod.

  Sang Ye was satisfied, like Dou Sheng's rooster, carrying a burden and striding forward.

  The field ridge is not wide, and two people can pass sideways at the same time.

  Mulberry leaves move like crabs, and there is still room for others to settle.

   Cui Xue saw Sang Ye passing aggressively, no matter how unhappy she was, she subconsciously hid to the side.

   Ke Sangye was determined to bump into her, how could she avoid it.

  I didn't know what kind of burden I was putting on, and slapped Cui Xue on the face. Cui Xue yelled a few times, waved her hands and struggled a few times, and sat down in the paddy field.

  The paddy field is also filled with water more than a foot deep in winter. When this buttocks go down, a splash of water more than half a meter high is splashed.

  Cui Xue was angry and ashamed, and yelled angrily: "Sang Ye, you little bitch, you are blind."

  Sang Ye rolled her eyes and poohed: "Old bitch." Seeing a piece of dry cow dung next to her, she picked it up and smashed it on Cui Xue's face, half of which fell into her open mouth, and she burst into laughter.

  Cui Xue's pupils tightened suddenly, and she vomited desperately, so sick that she vomited out jaundiced water: "Ahhh, Sang Ye, I won't let you go."

  Sang Ye shook her head shyly: "It sounds like a sow mating, it's really ugly. Grandma, go home, I'm starving to death."

  Wang Xinfeng slapped Mrs. Wu's face with a big ear scraper, and called it a day: "Old whore, today is a good deal for you. Next time I let my old lady hear you spouting shit, I will take off your cheap skin."

  The grandparents and grandchildren looked like fighting roosters, walked out of the crowd aggressively, and went home shaking their heads. When passing by Cui Xue who was yelling in the field, Wang Xinfeng spat out a mouthful of old phlegm: "Unlucky stuff."

  Old phlegm fell on the top of Cui Xue's head, Cui Xue rolled her eyes and passed out from nausea.

   Mrs. Wu shouted angrily, "Widow Wang, come back to my old lady, come back..."

  In the hospital, Yuzhi moved into a new ward. The ward is not big, and there are only two beds in the corner of the corridor.

  Sang Dazhuang successfully occupied the ward with his fierce appearance and strong physique. Not many people are willing to spend money to be hospitalized now, and many wards are empty, so it is not a problem to be booked into a small ward.

   It's just my own family, and it's comfortable to live in.

  Yu Zhi looked at the newspaper, and out of the corner of her eye, she fell on the man who was clumsily peeling apples with a knife no bigger than a finger.

  Obviously an extremely simple and ordinary thing, but he did it extremely difficult, sacred and cautious.

  It is said that a serious man is the prettiest. Looking at her Sang Dazhuang like this, Yuzhi thinks that she is really good-looking, very manly, very secure, and very caring and warm.

  Yuzhi couldn't remember her previous life, why she was so bored with him, so that he didn't do anything right, hated everything, picked all kinds of faults, and didn't give him a good face.

  Men are always tolerant, tolerant, hard-working, like a bad-tempered good guy.

   But when facing other people, he is still the vicious, unreasonable, rough and aggressive gangster leader.

  His change is only for her. His tenderness and kindness are only for her.

  What a man, but she missed her whole life.

  The more I think about it, the more panicked my heart becomes. I put away the newspaper and read it again when I'm not in the mood.

   His eyes fell on the man softly, and he asked softly, "Da Zhuang, do you hate me?"

  The knife crooked and landed on his hand. Sang Dazhuang had rough skin and thick flesh. His hand was fine, but the knife was bent.

  Looking up at Yuzhi in a daze, feeling apprehensive and doubtful, he opened his mouth to speak.

  Yuzhi timidly lifted the quilt and lay down: "I'm tired and go to sleep, you can go to work on your own, I can do it by myself, if you are worried, you can lock the door from the outside."

  Sang Dazhuang was silent, put down the apple, tucked the quilt over the elm branch, went out lightly and locked it.

  Yu Zhi opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and said softly, "Don't hate me."

   I don’t know if Sang Dazhuang heard it, but Yuzhi closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

Sang Dazhuang stood at the door for a long time. He didn't hate her, he didn't hate her at all. He loved her to the core. The first time he saw her, he wanted to love her with his life. Lost the ability to live for myself.

  Yuzhi doesn't know about these things.

  Yuzhi slept quite deeply this time, and woke up after sunset. The sky outside was very dark, and it felt like it was going to snow.

  Sang Dazhuang has come back, stuffed Tang Pozi under her bed, it is not cold at all.

  I bought a new hot water bottle, bought dinner, and warmed it with hot water.

Seeing that she was awake, she hurriedly poured hot water into the basin, twisted a hot towel and wiped her face: "Wake up, eat your dinner, you've been sleeping for too long, you may not be able to sleep at night, eat more , lest you go hungry.”

  It feels so good to apply a hot towel to my face. After wiping my face and hands, I put on a thick jacket and sat up, leaning against the thick quilt behind me, not cold at all.

   "What to eat?"

"Pigeon soup, this tonic, specially made people stay up all afternoon. The pigeons are not big, you eat them all, don't leave them behind. I also fried a small green vegetable and served it with white rice. You must like it." Sang Dazhuang didn't know Where can I get a small table that can be placed on the bed.

   Put the food on the table one by one, still steaming.

  Yuzhi looked at the green vegetables, her eyes lit up, she likes to eat vegetables, even when she is the most tired and hungry, she wants to eat vegetables, not meat.

   It may be due to physical reasons. If you eat too much meat, you can’t bear it, and you will easily feel sick.

   "Where did it come from? It's not easy to get this in winter, right?"

Seeing the joy of the elm branches overflowing his eyes, Sang Dazhuang felt that all the hard work was worth it: "I specially asked someone to get it, and it was planted on the kang. It looks juicy and tastes good. I know you like it. Eat it quickly." , Although it’s not much, it’s enough for you to eat, I’ve saved a handful and put it in the cafeteria so that someone can make a bowl of chicken noodle soup tomorrow morning, and boil the green vegetables in it, it’s sure to be delicious.”

  Yuzhi’s eyes are all smiles. Now that supplies are scarce, it’s good to be able to fill their stomachs. No one will bother to satisfy hypocrisy.

  In the eyes of others, her shortcoming is hypocrisy.

  Yuzhi also thinks it's quite hypocritical, saying that she has princess disease, but she can't eat good ones, saying that she doesn't have any, and sometimes she can't bear to eat green leafy vegetables in winter.

   "Thank you Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang is awesome."

  Praise without hesitation made the man's big dark face secretly red.

   "As long as you like it, eat it quickly, don't let it get cold."

  Because she liked it, Yuzhi ate all the pigeon soup, pigeon meat, a plate of green vegetables and a small bowl of rice at night, and had to get up and walk around the house to digest food.

  Sang Dazhuang saw that Yuzhi was happy, and he was also happy. When he was happy, he made five extra steamed buns.

  He bought himself multi-grain steamed buns with pickles, and Yuzhi asked him to eat vegetables and soup, but he didn't want it anyway, even if he asked him to buy some meat, Yuzhi didn't know what to say.

  I slept too much during the day, and I was a little excited at night. I didn't fall asleep until almost twelve o'clock, and I got up late in the morning.

   When she woke up, Wang Xinfeng had already arrived and was cleaning up lightly.

   Seeing her awake, she hurried over, touched her face, touched her hands, and felt relieved: "Zhi Zhi woke up, did you sleep well?"

  Yuzhi raised her lips: "Sleep well, when did Mom come, did she take a car?"

Wang Xinfeng laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Just arrived for a while, don't worry, Mom's in the car, I'm not tired at all. Be good, get up and wash your face and mouth, Da Zhuang thinks you're about to wake up, just went to the cafeteria , Said to cook chicken noodle soup for you, and I’ll be back in a while. Mom brought you leek buns and chicken soup, if you can’t finish it in the morning, save it for lunch.”

   "Okay, thank you Mom."

   "Thank you, the family doesn't talk about this."

  Yu Zhi smiled and said yes, and not long after washing, Sang Dazhuang came back with a lunch box.

  San lunch box is full of white noodles, cooked in chicken soup, the aroma wafts far away, making others stretch their necks.

   "Come and eat noodles, it's delicious while it's hot."

   Three servings of noodles, specially prepared for Wang Xinfeng.

  Wang Xinfeng is not a hypocritical person, so he just sat down.

   "It smells really good. It's rare for this unlucky thing to do something useful. Come and eat it."

  (end of this chapter)