Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

At night.

When every household had taken a rest, Wen Mu, Bai An Yancheng and Wang Wei walked quietly up the mountain with their backpacks on their backs.

After going up the mountain, Wen Mubai took the two of them to get the clay pot.

The tree is very tall, but it is not difficult to defeat the best of the three.

However, Wen Mubai's back was difficult to expose, so Wang Wei finally went up. He cut a hole in one step and reached the location of the pot safely.

He held the tree with one hand and took down the clay pot with the other hand. He weighed it very lightly, but there was definitely something inside.

Then he made a net with a rope and carried the clay pot down before he came down.

After coming down, the three of them looked around the pot for a while. Seeing nothing interesting, Wen Mubai put the pot away and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Then the three of them went to plow up the entire peach tree before returning home in the dark.

After returning home.

Wen Mubai put the things back in the cellar and went back to the house to sleep.

As soon as he opened the door, what greeted him was: "Wow wow wow~"

There was also the relieved voice of the daughter-in-law: "You goose, I miss you."

Wen Mubai: OK!

He stepped forward, checked, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Just fed." Tang Banxia was lying on his back, looking like a salted fish whose body had been hollowed out.

Taking care of children is really tiring for adults!

She is so big, she can really torture a crazy person.

His voice was extremely high, and he would start howling at the slightest disagreement, which would kill him.

Wen Mubai held the child and walked for a while, and then the child gradually fell asleep again.

As soon as he fell asleep, the whole room became quiet, and Tang Banxia also thought of business: "Did you get it back?"

Wen Mubai put down his son and took off his shirt: "I got it back. Let's see it tomorrow."

"Row!"

Anyway, everything is in hand. It doesn’t matter whether you read it in the morning or in the evening.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, the big boy had a baby and started crying.

Wen Mubai changed the diaper and put her to sleep again.

After a while, the big boy got hungry and cried again.

Tang Banxia fed her milk and Wen Mubai put her to sleep.

Going back and forth like this, the two of them had to wake up seven or eight times a night. Wen Mubai was okay, he was used to it.

But when Tang Banxia got up in the morning, she had a troubled face and felt a headache.

No wonder so many mothers suffer from depression in later generations.

She still has someone else to take care of the child. If she was the only one taking care of the child, she would shudder to think about it.

Wen Mubai said, "I'll send the child next door, and you can sleep a little longer."

"No." Tang Banxia washed his face with cold water and felt much better.

"First let's take a look at what was in the clay pot yesterday, and we have to process the peaches."

Wen Mubai didn't force himself, put the little guy back on the bed, and went down to the cellar to bring up last night's harvest.

When we moved to the last one, An Yancheng and Wang Wei came.

"Professor Tang, are Tuantuan still awake?" He came to pick up the child.

During this period of time, they both got used to having a little baby with them during the day. But today they didn't see anyone, so they took the initiative to pick her up.

In the room, Tang Banxia pointed to the room: "I just fell asleep."

An Yancheng and the two understood instantly and did not enter the room to wake the child.

Tang Banxia motioned for the two of them to sit down and talk. He picked up the clay pot that she was curious about and shook it, making a blunt impact sound.

The clay pot is not big, about the size of a basketball, and the entrance is sealed.

From the outside, you can't tell what's inside.

"Xiaobai, get a hammer and chip it open, be careful."

Wen Mubai did as he was told.

He took a hammer and carefully opened the seal to reveal what was inside.

Inside is a ball of cotton with a box wrapped inside the cotton.

He took out the cotton and handed it to Tang Banxia.

Tang Banxia took out the box and couldn't help but get excited when he saw it. The box of Xiaoye Rosewood was also locked.

The lock is an old-fashioned copper lock that cannot be opened without a key.

But it’s not hard for them.

Wen Mubai went back to the house and found a saw. He put it against the bottom layer of the box and sawed down layer by layer until the bright yellow fabric inside was exposed. Everyone was refreshed.

After carefully sawing off the last layer and taking out the contents, several people couldn't help but marvel.

Inside is a jade Buddha, which seems to be carved from a whole piece of fine jade. It is crystal clear, warm and flawless, and its tentacles are warm. It is carved from a piece of warm jade.

Under the sunlight, it emits a beautiful light, and the brilliance of the treasure is fully displayed.

"This is so beautiful." An Yancheng murmured.

Who said no.

Everyone marveled at its beauty.

Even a layman will know it is a treasure as soon as he sees it, a treasure that can be treasured as a family heirloom.

No wonder it was hidden so carefully.

People's thinking habit is to find treasures and focus on digging into the ground. Few people look up to the sky, especially the sky in the wild.

I didn't realize it at first, but now that I've come back to my senses, I realize that the person who hid this treasure is a talented person.

Use people's inertial thinking to hide things in the wild and in the sky.

I guess it won't be discovered for a while, and I don't know why the person who hid it later didn't come back to get it.

Whatever the reason, it's theirs now.

After admiring it for a while, Tang Banxia put away the jade Buddha and put it in the ice cellar.

There is no other reason to put it here because the ice cellar is the safest place in their home.

Here, they are cheering for getting such a treasure.

On the other side, Song Qing was almost crazy, running around on the mountain.

He still looked up from time to time, looking for something.

"Not this one!"

"Not that one either!"

Where is it?

Where is the baby?

She looked anxious, but there was hidden joy in her eyes.

Thinking of the origin of the treasure she heard about in her previous life, Song Qing's heart felt hot.

As long as she finds that thing, she will have enough food and clothing for the rest of her life.

If it weren't for the fact that the treasure could only be found during a specific time period, she would have collected it long ago, and she wouldn't have been unable to find it until now.

For several days, she visited the nearby hills, especially those close to the mountains. She had to look up at every tree.

After a few days, her neck felt stiff, and she still found nothing about the object she was longing for.

But she didn't give up either. There was a strength in her heart that supported her, allowing her to continue searching despite the pain in her neck.

His spirit was particularly commendable, but it did not move God.

She went from summer to autumn. The leaves were all yellow, but there was still no trace of the object.

She even provoked a wild boar because she went too far into the mountains.

If there were no villagers nearby, she might not even be able to save her life.

But even so, she sprained her foot and was forced to stop frantically sweeping the mountain.

She was lying at home, listening to Wang Hongxiang's dirty words, and the anger in her heart suddenly vented.

why?

why?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Why can't she?

She knew it so clearly, so why couldn't she match that person's luck!

She doesn't agree!

When she thought of something, her eyes gleamed, and she limped out of the house with her body disabled and her mind strong.

Heading towards the Song family.

When I arrived at the door of Song's house, I happened to bump into Mrs. Song.

As soon as Mrs. Song saw her, her face turned cold: "What are you doing here?"

The unwelcome meaning was clearly expressed.

Song Qing glanced at him contemptuously, walked straight past, and stood in front of Sun's house: "Wenxiu, are you at home?"

"Hey, here we come."