Seventy Buddha Cannon Fodder

"My stomach hurts!" Bai Xiaohua cried while holding her stomach.

At first she was faking it, but the pain in her stomach became more and more obvious, and Bai Xiaohua also cried out in horror.

Wu Mengting was panicked just now, but now she is afraid, she quickly said: "It wasn't me, she fell down by herself."

"Ah, so much blood!"

"Hurry up and send it to the hospital!"

Seeing that Bai Xiaohua was trembling in pain, blood was already seeping from her pants, and the women around her didn't care about the previous things, and went to call for help.

Widow Liu and Liu Dazhu hurried over, and Bai Xiaohua had already been carried onto the cart.

Seeing the blood in her eyes, Widow Liu almost fainted: "It was fine just now, why is it like this."

Liu Dazhu scolded even more: "I still want to watch the fun with a big belly, it's all right now, if something happens to my son, see if I don't deal with you."

When the red armbands came to make a fuss just now, the shriveled old Liu was nowhere to be seen, but now he appeared: "What are you talking about, go to the hospital quickly."

Several people left in a noisy manner.

Wu Mengting didn't dare to follow, she got up and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Aunt Liu: "Wait, you can't leave."

Wu Mengting said with tears in her eyes: "It's really not that I bumped into her, it's her own carelessness."

Third Aunt Liu looked at her coldly: "Hey, in the past, I used to be a good sister with Da Zhu's wife, but now that something happened, you pushed me around, and you are completely clean."

Wu Mengting only felt that she was wronged: "What I said is true, well, what am I going to hit her for?"

"It's useless for you to tell me. You can tell Widow Liu when the time comes." Third Aunt Liu said.

Although Widow Liu's popularity in the production team is very average, Shanghe Village naturally favors her own family to protect her shortcomings.

There was a lot of commotion outside, Jin Laowu glanced at it, turned around and asked, "Is this still going to be investigated?"

At this moment, the red armbands who have not been baptized by blood, and their thinking is not so radical, all shook their heads: "Forget it, it's all blood, it's unlucky."

Jin Laowu pulled Gu Mingdong, and said in a low voice: "I know you have grievances, but this matter is really difficult to investigate. Now the town is full of anonymous letters to report."

They are just the red armbands of the lower class, and they are not the police. Where can I find out.

Gu Mingdong already had someone to suspect, he said lightly: "Since this is the case, I won't make things difficult for you."

He lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a little shocked in his heart. At the moment Bai Xiaohua fainted just now, the supernatural power actually felt a burst of energy fluctuations.

He couldn't figure it out, Sun Shumei's glass bead was still there, and it hadn't been used by Bai Xiaohua, but how could there be energy fluctuations in Bai Xiaohua's body?

His mind was shaken, but Gu Mingdong didn't show anything unusual.

After finishing speaking, he asked Gu Erdi to bring tea and snacks out to entertain him: "This person who falsely accused and reported is so worthless, and I asked you to go for nothing in the middle of the night. Come, come, sit down, eat and rest for a while."

Jin Lao Wu patted his chest and said: "Good brothers, you are loyal enough. You are a five-class family. Anyone who dares to make trouble in the future will have trouble with us."

"Yes, we can't get along with us." The red armbands also felt that Gu Mingdong was giving a lot of face.

"Don't let me catch that kid, or I'll have to teach him a lesson."

A few red armbands were not polite, they were made at Gu's house, and all the melon seeds brought out were eaten clean.

Before leaving, Gu Mingdong held onto Jin Laowu, implying something: "Old Wu, thank you for today."

Jin Laowu laughed, and persuaded in a low voice to avoid people: "The situation is not right recently, and the disturbance is getting worse and worse. Fortunately, our side is still reasonable."

"Do you have a cousin who is close to the Yan family? The main target of the report this time is not you, but Yan Yi from the Cultural Bureau of the town, Director Yan. However, no problems were found in their house. Fortunately, no problem, otherwise you will have to follow suit."

After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "Let's go, we will kill the harm together when we have time."

Yan Yi——Yan Hai, Gu Mingdong fully understood who would report it.

As soon as the person left, Second Brother Gu quickly closed the door.

Turning around, he scolded: "Who is it that makes things difficult for our family and reports it? Damn, let me know who sees me not beating him to death."

Seeing the panic on the faces of his younger brothers and sisters, Gu Mingdong comforted him: "Our family belongs to the fifth category of red, so what are you afraid of?"

Gu Erdi said: "That's right, other people in the production team will have accidents, so how could accidents happen to our family."

Gu Sanmei frowned and said, "It's not necessarily true, our family has some food and drink, so to be honest..."

Gu Simei also said worriedly: "We have to be more careful in the future, so that no one will find out."

Gu Erdi suggested: "Why don't we dig a cellar to store things."

Listening to his younger siblings discussing about hiding things, Gu Mingdong also became annoyed in his heart, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Back in the room, Gu Mingdong took out the money again, and threw the piece of mud back into the drawer.

After sitting for a while, he took apart a brick on the wall, and there was a letter in the interlayer. Du Pingping sent it to her, and the widow Liu's family could follow the unlucky letter.

But—he had to think carefully about how to use it best.

As for that strange energy, sooner or later he would figure it out.

What Gu Mingdong didn't know was that before he did anything, Bai Xiaohua had already done it on her own.

Originally, she had some stomach discomfort, so she dragged Liu Dazhu to the hospital. There are too many malnourished pregnant women these days, and the doctor just told her to rest.

But she didn't take it seriously at all. First, she went home to make a fuss, and even stepped in to report it. When she returned to the production team in Shanghe Village, she didn't take a good rest. Instead, she came out to see the old Gu's family.

Unexpectedly, I was unlucky and didn't see it. Instead, I was so scared that I was bumped by Wu Mengting and fell hard.

The child who was not stable in the first place just fell away.

When Liu's family sent her to the hospital, the doctor shook his head when he saw it: "It's too late, the child is gone."

Widow Liu's face darkened, and she patted her thigh and cried, "My dear grandson, your mother just tossed him away like this."

Liu Dazhu also had a dark face: "I serve you with delicious food and drink all day long, and I can't even keep a child."

Her stomach was still throbbing, and the sound of the mother and son crying and scolding made Bai Xiaohua's brain throbbing, as if a drill was being drilled hard into her head. She curled up, her face pale.

No matter how the mother and son quarreled, Bai Xiaohua remained motionless.

"You guys have to quarrel, this is a hospital." The doctor scolded impatiently after seeing too much.

In the end, old Liu came out to smooth things over: "Sister-in-law, Dazhu, you are still young anyway, and you can have another child if you lose your child."

Only then did Widow Liu restrain herself a little.

The doctor asked again: "Are you staying in the hospital or not? Given her current body, it is best to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation."

"The children are gone, so what kind of hospital do you still live in?" Liu Dazhu snorted coldly, and walked away with the person on his shoulders.

The shriveled old Liu frowned. After all, it was his nephew's and daughter-in-law's business, and he couldn't care too much about it.

After such a fuss, it was already daylight when they came out of the hospital.

Liu Dazhu pushed the cart, Bai Xiaohua lay on the cart without saying a word, Widow Liu followed beside her with her mouth pursed, her face gloomy, and the old Liu didn't want to say anything.

Suddenly, Sun Qiang walked by with the Yan family in front.

Bai Xiaohua grabbed her clothes and covered her face.

Her stomach throbbed again and again, and Bai Xiaohua clenched her teeth, making crackling noises.

The flowing blood seemed to drag a part of the soul away from Bai Xiaohua's body.

"Ah, my head hurts!" Bai Xiaohua suddenly screamed.

But Liu Dazhu sneered and said, "The child is gone, but now you are pretending to be."

The man's cold words hurt Bai Xiaohua's heart, she clenched her teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

One hand tore at Bai Xiaohua's brain, and after wearing the book, she had been suppressed in the depths and could not breathe, and even the soul that had disappeared for a while slowly seeped out.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Xiaohua's body relaxed and she fell asleep completely.

Yan Hai, who didn't pay attention to the person across the road at all, was immersed in the reluctance of parting.

The bustling station was crowded with people everywhere, Yan Hai was suddenly a little scared while carrying his luggage.

After all, he was a child who was spoiled since he was a child and left home for the first time.

Yan's father and strict mother's eyes were full of reluctance, but they still didn't want to stay: "Ah Hai, work hard when you get to the place, and your mother and I will set off tomorrow, we will send you a letter when we get to the place, and we will contact you later. "

After what happened last night, Yan Hai no longer objected to his parents going to support the frontier, and said: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Yan's father sighed and sent his luggage to the car with Yan's mother.

Yan Haiqiang held back the reluctance in his heart and the sourness in his eyes, pretending to smile calmly and said, "Brother Qiang, you have to help me take care of the flowers in the yard from time to time, or they will all rot when I come back."

"That's for sure, I'll take good care of it." Sun Qiang agreed without hesitation.

The sound of the train whistle sounded loudly, Yan Hai looked at his family and friends reluctantly, and suddenly reached out and hugged his parents: "Mom and Dad, you have to take care of yourself too."

"The two of us can still take care of each other, don't worry." Father Yan patted him on the back.

Yan Hai turned around and hugged Sun Qiang again: "Brother Qiang, take care."

"Take care." Sun Qiang's eyes were also sore.

Before Yan Hai left, he suddenly said: "Brother Qiang, if Xiao Hua is having a bad time, tell her and I will wait for her."

Before Sun Qiang could react, Yan Hai turned around and got into the car.

Watching the train go farther and farther, Sun Qiang couldn't help cursing: "Yan Hai, Yan Hai, you were a lover in your last life, and you still miss Bai Xiaohua after all this."

He sighed in his heart, not worth it for his brother.

But for some reason, on the way back, Sun Qiang couldn't help recalling that dream, in the dream, Bai Xiaohua never left Yan Hai, no matter how hard it was, they still supported each other and walked on.

Sun Qiang patted his forehead and cursed: "I'm crazy too, that's just a dream."

As soon as Yan Hai got into the car, he couldn't hold it anymore, tears fell down one by one, he wanted to look back at his family and friends, but his vision was blurred by tears.

The train went farther and farther, and Yan Hai could no longer see Xiyuan Town.

He opened his backpack, and there was a clean, washed handkerchief with frayed edges inside, which was a gift from Bai Xiaohua.

Yan Hai didn't know what he thought of, he stuffed the handkerchief at the bottom, and looked out the window in a daze.

Yan Hai didn't know it at the moment, but on the same train, a girl suddenly woke up three carriages apart.

The girl beside her who was strangling her was relieved: "Heimei, you've woken up."

The girl called Heimei was only sixteen or seventeen years old, her skin was very dark, she looked around in fear: "Where is this place, who are you! Where is my mother, where is Ah Hai..."

The girl who rescued her just now had a strange expression: "I'm Liu Yun. This is the train going to the countryside. Are you hungry and dizzy? Come, eat a piece of sweet potato as a cushion."

Heimei was suddenly stuffed with a piece of sweet potato, and her heart became even more frightened.

But the girl continued: "You said why are you so stubborn? Your mother has been dead for so many years, don't you know how partial your father is? What's the use of going on a hunger strike with him in order not to go to the countryside? Starve yourself to death. Come on, you must be the last one to go to the countryside."

The series of words made Heimei feel dazed. Suddenly, she turned over and got up: "I want to go back, Ah Hai is still waiting for me."

After speaking, turn around and run.

The people beside her hurriedly grabbed her: "Where are you going? This is a train. Don't you want to die?"

"I want to get off, I want to go back, he is still waiting for me."

"Who is waiting for you, no one is waiting for you at all!" Liu Yun almost couldn't hold her back.

The next moment, Heimei rolled her eyes and collapsed.

Liu Yun hugged her quickly, sighed in his heart, felt that the black girl was pitiful and hateful, but he still helped her explain to the people around him: "When there is a stepmother in her family, there will be a stepdad. If she is sent to the countryside, she will not be paid a penny. She doesn't even let her bring any clothes, so I can't think about it."

"She has been starving for several days, and the family didn't even provide food for the road. She is also stubborn, and she refuses to eat mine first..."

For a while, everyone in the carriage was talking about stepmother and stepfather.

The production team in Shanghe Village was roughly thrown onto the bed, but Bai Xiaohua faintly woke up.

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