Rebirth of the times, the cute and fierce baby regains his luck

When Shanwazi came back after hiding the roasted chicken, he unexpectedly saw the person whose roasted chicken he had stolen was in his house.

His skinny face suddenly turned pale with fright.

Without thinking, he rushed into the yard and stood in front of his family, like a lone wolf struggling in the mud, desperate and scared.

This fear does not come from the other person, but from the fear that something unexpected will happen to his family because of him.

He asked in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"

Wu Qiangzi hit Shanwazi with a bamboo strip: "How rude! You are a guest here, what's your attitude? Apologize immediately."

Shanwazi's face twisted, not because of pain, but because of fear.

Biting her lip, she looked at Bi Mulin, the oldest person in the group, with a pleading look in a place where Wu Qiangzi couldn't see.

Bi Mulin was silent for a moment: "We heard that Uncle Qiangzi is good at weaving bamboo strips, so we came here to exchange for a small backpack. My sister wants a small backpack."

Shanwazi breathed a sigh of relief and curled the corners of his mouth in gratitude.

"Oh, sorry," I don't know if he was talking about the pheasant or the rudeness just now.

Bi Mulin didn't care: "It doesn't matter."

He glanced at the other cubs. Yes, they were all good cubs. Before, they were crying and shouting to ask Shanwazi to return the roasted chicken, but now after seeing the miserable situation of the Wu family, no one could bear to do that.

Bi Mulin didn't know that they were still longing in their hearts, hoping that Bi Mulin would be the bad guy and get the roast chicken back.

But Bi Mulin eventually disappointed them.

Tuanzi had forgotten about the roast chicken. He tilted his fat head and looked at Shanwazi curiously, his dark eyes sparkling.

This thin and dark boy, as thin as a stick, runs really fast.

Shanwazi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and his dark face secretly blushed: "What else do you want?"

Tuanzi tilted his head, not understanding.

Shanwazi repeated, "Besides the small backpack, what else do you want? I'll make one for you."

Wu Qiangzi was happy to see that the kids were getting along well with each other, and said with a smile: "Shanwazi has good craftsmanship, and it's interesting to see him weave some small things. If you don't mind, let Shanwazi weave some for you."

The little guys immediately became interested, temporarily forgetting their grudge over the roasted chicken, and surrounded Shanwazi.

"Can you make up a story?"

“Can you braid a puppy?”

“Can you weave a big tiger?”

"I want a nice little basket."

Tuanzi was squeezed in between his brothers and sisters, twisting his head left and right. He became anxious when he heard them asking questions one by one: "Me, Muya, Muya wants a big white horse."

Bi Mulin...

He remembered that his elder brother seemed to owe his younger sister a big white horse.

The little guy actually still remembers this. It seems that I have to go back and ask my grandpa and grandma where to find the big white horse.

For the first time, Shanwazi felt like the center of attention. The awkward arrogance and the fierceness he had maintained on his face disappeared, leaving only helplessness.

Wu Qiangzi just watched with a smile but did not help. His own child was suffering and it was rare for him to be happy.

The children were making a lot of noise and it was soon noon.

When the other members of the Wu family came back from work, they were shocked to see the yard full of children.

Ever since a series of accidents happened at home, life has become more and more difficult. There has been a lot of dead air in the house. No one has the mood to laugh, and no one even has the energy to say a word.

It always feels unreal when I suddenly hear innocent laughter.

"Dad, who are these children?"

Wu Qiangzi also showed a rare smile in many years: "The children want some small things." He took out a piece of candy that had melted a little from his pocket and said: "You and the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth children can eat this with water. It will make your mouth sweet.

The fairest girl gave it to me in exchange for a small backpack. My parents, my eldest and my second child all ate it. "

Mother Wu looked at the man with wrinkles on his face from smiling, with a dazed look on her face.

There were so many questions that she didn't know which one to ask.

Why is the man so happy?

How can a small backpack ask for candy from children?

How could my eldest son, who is always solitary and never convinced by anything, have such patience to make gadgets for a group of children?

The eldest and second oldest sons, who had sad faces, actually smiled.

Mother Wu felt dazed and didn't even ask a single question. She took the sugar, went to the kitchen to boil water, and soaked the sugar in it.

A small piece of sugar, put into a large pot of water, has no taste.

However, Mother Wu treasured the water very much. She held it carefully, took it to the yard, and used a worn-out bowl to invite the little ones to come and drink water.

The cubs, who had been chirping all morning, were indeed thirsty. The older ones let the younger ones drink, and each drank half a bowl of water.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Each and every one of them has a sweet mouth.

Mother Wu also showed a rare smile.

Bi Mulin had grown up and become sensible. It was almost noon, so it was not a good idea to stay any longer.

"Uncle Qiangzi, Auntie, let's go back first and come back to get the things in the afternoon. It doesn't matter if we can't do it right away, we can wait a few more days."

Mother Wu hurriedly tried to persuade them to stay: "Just eat at home. Auntie will make you something delicious."

Bi Mulin smiled awkwardly. Given the situation in the Wu family, even if Wu's mother had the skills of a royal chef, it would be difficult for her to cook delicious food.

It's not that he looked down on or despised her, and he didn't care whether Wu's mother was being polite or sincere. Every household was having a hard time these days, and he didn't have the face to bring so many kids to eat at someone else's house.

"No, thank you, auntie. Goodbye, auntie."

Bi Mulin picked up Tuanzi and told the cubs to leave.

The bustling yard suddenly became deserted.

The Wu family is still a little uncomfortable.

Shanwazi stared blankly at the half-woven white horse in his hand: "Should I continue weaving?" He wanted to ask, will they really come in the afternoon?

Others didn't know, but he knew in his heart that they came only because he had stolen their roast chicken.

I have already done a good deed by not exposing him. How could I really treat him as a friend and continue to play with him?

It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t need friends anyway.

The ten-year-old boy's eyes were red and he wiped away his tears secretly.

The youngest child looked at his brother blankly: "Brother, why are you crying?"

The dark face of Shanwazi instantly turned red, and he shouted at Shuiwazi: "I'm not crying, how could I cry, you annoying guy, go away."

The water boy stared blankly at the mountain boy who was running away, with a bewildered look on his face.

I went to see my parents and sisters again. They all looked helpless and the seven-year-old kid didn't understand.

Shanwazi didn't leave for too long. Half an hour later, he returned home with the roast chicken.

Standing at the gate of the yard, he spoke with a guilty conscience and fear: "I, I caught a pheasant this morning and roasted it."

The Wu family, who were originally in a good mood, suddenly changed their expressions.

Wu Qiangzi actually stood up and wanted to walk towards Shanwazi.

However, the muscles in both legs had atrophied and he had no feeling or strength, so he fell heavily to the ground.

She was so angry that her face turned red: "Evil son, how many times have I told you that you should be upright and have a clear conscience. You used to sneak into the fields to dig a few sweet potatoes and break a few corns. I just said a few words to you, thinking that you are a good child and will be sensible and correct.

I didn't expect that my indulgence would make you even more ignorant. Did you really catch this pheasant? Do you think I'm lame and stupid? I could smell the spices from far away, and you told me that you roasted it? Do you have the ability to do that?

Tell me, whose house did you steal from? Tell me."