Doomsday Rebirth: I Have a Farm

When they got home, Chu's father, Chu's mother, grandparents and grandparents surrounded him with worried faces. Chu's mother looked Chu Yu up and down, pinching his arms and touching his stomach.

When Chu Ma hugged Chu Yu's head and shook it from side to side, Chu Yu couldn't stand it anymore, pulled Chu Ma's wolf claws and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Son, are you okay? Does your head hurt? Are you dizzy, nauseated, do you want to vomit?" Chu Yu's series of questions made Chu Yu suddenly understand.

"I'm fine, I don't have heat stroke, I just have diarrhea from eating too much ice cream." Chu Yu looked at Papa Chu and said very seriously.

"You don't have a stomachache, so why are you covering your head? Heat stroke is not a trivial matter, you can't just bear it and it will pass. Your grandma's condition is serious only if she delays it for too long." Father Chu also said very seriously.

"Yeah, I know what it's like to suffer from heat stroke. You can't delay this disease. There are still heat-relief pills you brought back in the refrigerator. You can take one." Grandma nodded in agreement.

"I really don't have heatstroke. If you don't believe me, if you touch my forehead, it doesn't feel hot at all."

Chu Yu took Chu Ma's hand and placed it on her forehead.Chu Ma touched it carefully, nodded and said, "It's really not hot, you really don't have heat stroke?"

"I really don't have heatstroke."

"You have diarrhea?"

"Well, I just eat too much cold food."

"Then take a pill for diarrhea."

"..."

Bearing the heavy love of his family, Chu Yu was forced to take a pill to treat diarrhea.The pills from the farm were so effective that Chu Yu was frightened all afternoon, for fear of constipation.

When he went to the toilet in the evening, Chu Yu's heart returned to his stomach.

Because of Liu Zhiheng, the atmosphere in Shanghezhuang was very tense.That night, the village could be seen brightly lit from the mountain.

Chu's father and Chu's mother were worried and whispered all night. Poor Chu Yu slept on the same kang with her parents, and was affected by their whispering until the middle of the night before falling asleep.

Just fell asleep, and was woken up by the ringing of Chu's cell phone. On the other end of the phone, Wang Datou's voice was louder than his head: "Old Chu, come to the well, the grandson of Shanghezhuang is here to grab water, remember to bring the guy .”

Chu Yu heard Wang Datou's roar in a daze, and immediately became sober.

Chu's father hurriedly put on his clothes, while Chu's mother kept asking: "Just go and have a look, don't really get into a fight, you know?"

"Ah."

"Whatever the village chief asks you to do, you can shirk it if you can, you know?"

"Ah."

"If someone is killed, you don't want to go up, you know?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it can't be so serious." Chu's father put on his clothes and refuted Chu's mother.

"Why not, people will die if they don't have water to drink, for water, who knows what people in Shanghezhuang will do.

Listen to me, both of you, our house is not short of water, and Dujia, the sugar delivery team, will steam the gift for you and you are not allowed to be the first bird, you know? "Chu's father had already got off the kang and put on his shoes. Chu's mother suddenly grabbed Chu Yu's ear and said fiercely.

"Understood, my dad and I are going to join in the fun, and we will definitely not make a move." Chu Yu struggled to get rid of Chu's mother's clutches, and rushed out of the house with Chu's dad each carrying a shovel.

Along the way, Chu Yu was a little excited, fighting in groups. This was the first time he had seen and participated in a group fight in 28 years.

Men are always excited about this kind of thing.But there was still a sliver of reason in his mind. In this group fight, Chu Yu would never make a move, as long as he could protect himself.

When the father and father came to the well, the people of the two villages were already facing each other across a small road.Everyone carried a farm tool as a murder weapon, the most common being a shovel.