After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Ci kept coughing on the ground, almost choking on the grain of rice.

Ye Kai made a move before Cui, but after moving his feet, he retracted. He watched Cui run to Xiang Ci and pat her on the back: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Xiang Ci shook his head and waved his hands: "I'm a little anxious."

She took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then she heard her grandfather's low voice: "You dare to slap the table even before I'm dead. I'm so tired of living."

Xiang Ci quietly turned around and saw Xiang Renyong, holding his neck in silent protest.

She quickly pulled Mr. Cui back to her seat, oh Huo, the third uncle was going to make a fuss.

Xiang Renyong's throat was so swollen that he couldn't make a sound, but he stubbornly pointed at his neck and complained to Bai Chuntao.

Xiang Ci can even translate: She strangled my neck last night, and my neck was so swollen that I couldn't make a sound.

She bullied me, didn't you see?

Why are you still so nice to her? I'm angry.

Mr. Xiang glanced at his son lightly: "It's good to be mute. It's much more pleasing to the eye than you who can speak."

Xiang Renyong is very angry. He is the one who is being bullied. Why don't you help him? He is the son of this family, not that woman.

Xiang Ci looked at Bai Chuntao with a gossipy face.

Good guy, this new third aunt is awesome. Third uncle got angry and got into a fight with grandpa, but she, the client, was eating leisurely, as if this rebellion had nothing to do with her.

Grandpa's voice sounded again: "I can recognize the mute son, but I don't recognize the son who is angry with me."

"Dazhou, please help me!"

Xiang Renzhou took out the cane from home without any hesitation and handed it to his father respectfully.

Then he and his eldest brother were very obedient, and pressed the little brother, who was shouting injustice but unable to make a sound, onto the bench where Xiang Xinsong had placed.

The skillful movements made Xiang Ci open his little mouth and clasp his little hands excitedly.

Mr. Xiang chewed his pipe without tobacco as he was accustomed to. He walked to Xiang Renyong with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cane.

The cane was struck with a snap, and the painful Xiang Renyong made a whooshing sound from his mouth, like a dying zombie roaring.

Xiang Ci also followed the rattan, and his whole body trembled with fright.

A hand reached out and covered her eyes, preventing her from watching the execution.

Xiang Ci was just not mentally prepared just now, but now that he was alert, he didn't feel there was anything to be afraid of, but was very excited.

She opened a slit on Ye Kai's fingers and openly took a peek at her third uncle who was beaten by her grandfather and was jumping around like a fish about to lose water on the shore.

Look at Bai Chuntao again, what a good guy, sitting on the bench and watching motionless, without even putting down his chopsticks, with a smile on his lips.

With a thump in his heart, Xiang Ci felt that he wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight again.

Xiang Renyong received ten lashes from his family and was fined to cut firewood. His grandfather also stipulated that he must finish a bowl of rice.

It's a nice name, and I don't want to hear that my third uncle didn't have the strength to cut firewood because he didn't eat.

Xiang Xinjin returned to the college, and Xiang Xinbin and Xiang Xinfeng returned to the private school.

Xiang Renzhou and Xiang Renhe went hunting in the mountains with the men in the village.

After the locusts passed, the price of food increased. It was not feasible to exchange food for making fire pits. The fields were peaceful, so they took advantage of this opportunity to go hunting in the mountains.

Women work together in groups to dig wild vegetables, looking for all the edible food.

Girls and boys also climbed trees to pick fruits and went down rivers to fish and catch frogs.

The old men are tending their life-saving food in the fields, while the old women are making pickles, drying vegetables and mending winter clothes at home.

The entire Xiangjia Village is working hard and preparing for the future.

After the locusts have passed, even the dullest person will know that this year will not be peaceful. If we don’t prepare early, we will starve to death sooner or later.

What's more, Xiang Lizheng and the village elders had secretly asked them to be alert and prepared a few months ago.

And with the blessing of the Little Seventh Fairy to everyone, if they are still confused, they deserve to starve to death.

At night, just as Xiao Qi guessed, Xiang Renyong cried again.

But this time, the crying was not like the howling on the wedding night yesterday, but a low roar like a zombie.

His throat must be so sore that he can't make a sound, otherwise he could howl so loud that the whole mountain could hear him.

I don’t know whether the new third aunt pretended to be a ghost to scare him tonight, or strangled him?

curious.

During breakfast, Xiang Ci learned that Bai Chuntao had played the role of a Rakshasa ghost last night, and she laughed with joy.

After breakfast, Bai Chuntao carried a large basket with door-return gifts in one hand, and Xiang Renyong, who felt pain in his butt, throat, and eyes with the other hand. His face was filled with resentment and protest, but he couldn't resist. Xiang Renyong returned home.

Xiang Ci smiled even more arrogantly and even ate an extra bowl of rice.

The next half month was peaceful and stable.

But this morning, after Xiang Ci finished exercising, a picture suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

In the picture, a swarm of mosquitoes were flying overhead, their long pointed mouthparts pricking Dabao's arm.

It was a small red envelope when I pricked it. It was itchy and painful. I pinched and bit it but I still couldn't stop the itching in my flesh.

Dabao cried heartbreakingly and held his hand to prevent him from grabbing it. The pain was so painful that it would almost knock over an adult.

As long as Dabao is not careful, he will catch the red and swollen bumps.

The red and swollen bumps will ooze water as soon as they are scratched, and wherever the yellowish water flows, they will become rotten.

The red skin was itchy and painful, and Dabao cried so much that his voice became hoarse.

The mosquito's mouthparts don't just bite a red bump on the arm, but bite all over the body through thin clothes, as if you have hives.

Moreover, this kind of mosquito does not bite adults, but only bites children.

But if an adult comes into contact with this kind of water flowing out of a child, the skin will become red, itchy, oozing, and ulcerated, and then spread all over the body.

The picture suddenly disappeared, Xiang Ci's head was heavy and his body was shaking slightly.

This is no less poisonous than locusts.

Locust poison can kill people, but mosquito poison can torture people to death.

The children in every family are the darlings of their parents, but to be tortured like this is to cost the lives of adults.

Xiang Ci's face turned pale and her lips trembled: "Grandpa!"

What she suddenly saw in the picture would happen very quickly, and she wouldn't have much time to prepare.

The last locust plague lasted almost three hours, so the mosquito poison this time should not be much different. She was not sure.

Because this kind of proactive picture has not appeared for more than a month.

The precognition scenes she saw at other times were what she wanted to see, and the time was shorter.

I hope the prediction time can be longer.

Ye Kai, who was walking beside her, heard her trembling voice and said anxiously: "Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Others also looked at her and asked her what was wrong with worried faces.

Xiang Ci grabbed Xiang Ling's arm: "Knock the gong."

Xiang Ling understood instantly, rushed to the peach tree, picked up the stick and struck it hard against the gong.

"Hey..."

The distant and loud sound instantly reached everyone's ears and spread throughout the sky above Xiangjia Village.