The whole village is fleeing famine, fortunately I have a concubine system

At that time, I didn’t understand Wang Zhuzi and only felt wronged.

I also thought that if I became a father in the future, I would never beat my children no matter what they did wrong.

Beating people won't solve the problem, Wang Zhuzi just wanted to take the opportunity to beat them.

But now they don’t feel that way anymore, even though they haven’t gotten married yet and have no children.

But today, I completely understood it from Wang Dongliu.

Although beating people can't solve the problem, it does make you feel better!

Wang Wuhua was chasing after him just now and his lungs were about to explode.

I was particularly worried about their safety, wondering what would happen if they were thrown off the out-of-control horses.

If that were the case, Wang Wuhua would no longer be able to forgive himself.

You will feel guilty forever.

It wasn't until I caught up with them and saw that all three were fine that I finally felt relieved.

He got angry when he saw Wang Dongliu, but after slapping him, he miraculously was no longer angry.

Wang Weijiang was the same. His heart was beating especially fast because of the long run he had just had.

There is no anger at all.

Then the two of them sat down next to Wang Dongliu and relaxed their legs which were sore from running too much.

After being beaten, Wang Dongliu was not angry at all.

I even felt less guilty when I saw how miserable they all looked.

A group of people were lying on the grass, and I didn't know who laughed first.

Then everyone started laughing.

After waiting for a while, Wang Dongliu scratched his head, then got up to clean up the carriage to see if the bags in the carriage were scattered.

Fortunately, it was tied tightly when we set out, and tied several times with hemp rope.

Now, except for being a little messy, it hasn't spread out at all.

After Wang Dongliu packed up his things, everyone else also calmed down.

He climbed onto the carriage silently, waiting to set off again.

But this time, Wang Dongliu never asked to drive the carriage again.

He felt that no one was perfect, and perhaps his weakness was that he had no affinity with carriages.

However, Wang Dongliu was very good at comforting himself and thought that this would not have any impact.

This just shows that he will do great things in the future.

From now on, he would let others drive the carriage for him, and he would only need to sit in the carriage.

The group was quiet for less than a day, and Wang Weijiang and Wang Ernian had forgotten what happened in the morning.

He rubbed his hands and began to move towards Wang Wuhua's seat, eager to try.

Wang Wuhua didn't dare to delay any longer this time, in case he was squeezed out.

But he couldn't run this time, his legs felt like they were filled with lead!

I moved to the side and sat in front, watching them.

If there is anything wrong, it can be corrected in time.

Wang Weijiang doesn't have much talent, but he thinks he is at least better than Wang Dongliu.

When you are driving it, the horse always wants to have its own ideas.

It runs crookedly, but still quite obedient.

However, Wang Wuhua could not leave. As long as Wang Wuhua turned for a moment, Wang Weijiang would not be able to drive.

The best one was Wang Ernian. The carriage she drove ran fast and steadily.

There was no sense of jolting or shaking at all, it didn't seem like the ride was my first time riding a horse-drawn carriage.

The three brothers Wang Wuhua were amazed; they had never expected this.

But after Wang Ernian learned it, Wang Wuhua let her go back to the carriage.

Because the reins were too rough, Wang Ernian's hands couldn't bear holding the reins for a long time.

Now because it’s new, I don’t notice anything.

After a while, you will feel pain in your hands, and you may even get blisters.

Wang Ernian's hand is the hand holding the paintbrush.

Can't waste it like this.

What's more, with Wang Wuhua around, there is no need to let Wang Ernian drive the carriage.

Seeing this, Wang Ernian had no choice but to go into the carriage to accompany Zhao Lishui.

In addition to the two of them, there was also Wang Dongliu, whose hands were wrapped like a rice dumpling.

In the morning, Wang Dongliu tied the reins too tightly.

My hands are all worn out.

At first, I was scared because the horse was disobedient.

They didn't find it either.

When they discovered it, they saw that both of Wang Dongliu's palms were already worn out.

Zhao Lishui felt extremely distressed when she saw this.

Sad and nervous.

"Gou Wa, why don't you tell your aunt?

Look at the wound on your hand, the blood is gushing out, does it hurt?"

I was about to take the college entrance examination in a few months, and now I suddenly injured my hand.

What should I do? If it affects the college entrance examination, it will be a big deal.

Wang Dongliu looked at the concerned expressions of others:

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt at all.

I didn’t feel anything at all. If my aunt hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have noticed it.”

As he said this, he shook his hands to indicate that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Wang Wuhua looked at Wang Dongliu and sneered.

Said to Wang Dongliu:

"Just pretend. Anyway, we are not hurt. We are not hurt."

Although he said this, he still stopped the carriage.

Wang Ernian planned to look for some usable herbs nearby. Wang Junruo had taught her about these herbs.

She still remembers it.

Wang Wuhua planned to take the kettle and help Wang Dongliu wash away the dirt on the wound.

Seeing Wang Ernian about to walk to the side of the road, he quickly called her:

"Big sister, what are you doing?"

"I'll go find some herbs that can be used to bandage Gou Wa."

After hearing this, Wang Wuhua called Wang Ernian back.

He handed the water bag to Wang Weijiang who was standing beside him and asked him to continue washing Wang Dongliu's wound.

He entered the carriage, searched for a while, and then walked out with a look of relief on his face.

In his hand he was holding a broken porcelain vase, which must have been shattered when the horse was galloping that morning.

But there is still a full bottle.

Show off to Wang Dongliu:

"You're lucky, it was the dysentery bottle that was broken.

The bottle with the external damage is still good, otherwise I, your brother, would be helpless."

As he said this, he squatted beside Wang Dongliu and carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

Wang Dongliu only felt that the powder was like chili powder, and there was a stinging pain where the wound was sprinkled.

He couldn't help but hiss in pain.

Then came the merciless ridicule:

"It doesn't hurt, why are you hissing?"

Wang Weijiang was a little more reserved:

"It must be because he's cold. Otherwise, why would he hiss when he's not in pain?"

The two of them watched Wang Dongliu's joke together.

But Wang Dongliu ignored their intentions and just lowered his head and said softly:

"I'm not hurt, I just...

Don’t worry about it.”

He lowered his head and spoke, so he couldn't see Wang Dongliu's expression.

All I could see were her long eyelashes fluttering, and the grievance that couldn't be hidden in her voice.

Zhao Lishui, who was watching from the side, felt extremely distressed at the little boy's appearance.

They felt that Wang Dongliu was really sensible and did not want to make them worry.

No matter how much it hurts, I won't even say a word.