What the older generation said is right, calling the soul is effective. Since calling the soul, Ermiao has gotten a little better. How can it be called a little better? Sometimes it is normal and sometimes it is abnormal.

When things are not normal, I still look for work everywhere, and I don't hesitate to work hard. I really put in 100% of my strength to work, and I often don't give up until I tire myself out.

When Er Miao became normal, he didn't work. He just sat there, his eyes following Fugui and Zaohua Ye. Wherever the two men went, Er Miao's eyes would go. To say that this situation is normal, it's not.

It's so similar, Er Miao's straight, blank gaze is quite penetrating.

Fugui wondered, could it be that the medicine was too powerful and had side effects?

Since calling the soul, Ermiao understands more and more clearly that the best thing for her in this life is Fugui. Fugui and Zaohua are her closest relatives in the world besides her parents. She knows that she has done something wrong.

It's not necessarily the day when the incident comes to light, the police will arrest her, and she will pay the price for her actions. Her heart is always in her throat, and every day she lives is regarded as the last day. She can't let go, can't let go of Mr. Fugui.

The two of them are afraid that they will become less and less each day. She wants to see the wealth and jujube flowers in her heart and carve them into her heart.

When I couldn't sleep, I went to work in the fields. Fortunately, the crops grew in the fields. Once the crops grew, there was more work in the fields. Not only did crops grow in the fields, but grasses also grew, and things like grasses,

I don’t know how the vitality can be so tenacious. It is invincible even when hoeing is done. I just finished hoeing the front, and a thin layer of green is growing in the back. After hoeing the grass, I need to apply fertilizer, and after applying fertilizer, I need to topdress, and I still need to catch insects.

In short, it’s all about work and nothing to do.

I didn't know that I didn't work much before, but now that I'm doing it, I really feel that getting rich is not easy. The more I realize that getting rich is not easy, the more I treat Fugui better, and sometimes I serve him like an old man.

As time went by, Fugui tasted the benefits, and felt that there was nothing wrong with Ermiao's behavior. He no longer cursed, and he became more diligent. The house and outside were kept clean, and he was now trained to be a good hand at farm work.

The family was harmonious, and life was prosperous in his eyes. He enjoyed his wealth and wealth with peace of mind, and sometimes he even sang a tune when he came in and out.

Ermiao was under too much pressure, sometimes the labor intensity was too high, and the food was not delicious. As time went by, Ermiao gradually lost weight. Not to mention, the fat accumulated on Ermiao's face decreased as he lost weight.

, the facial features are also somewhat stretched, the eyes are not as small as usual, the nose is 20% taller without the fat, but the mouth has not changed much, the whole person looks a lot more energetic, at least it gives people the first impression

My impression is not that it is shockingly ugly and makes me cry.

Fugui was even more satisfied, and said to himself: Let's see who dares to say that Hua Ta's mother is ugly. Hua's mother looks fat. I will get angry with anyone who says Hua's mother is ugly in the future.

As the days go by, the missing persons notices posted become mottled under the erosion of wind and rain. Some of the missing persons notices that have been posted for a long time have been torn into strips and pieces by the wind, and some of them are not very secure due to the small wind.

When it was blown, it hit the wall and made a crackling sound.

Even though the missing person notice has become so miserable, Ermiao's eyes still don't dare to linger on it. She lives with this secret every day, and goes to the field to finish work every day. Whenever she passes by a place where the missing person notice is posted, she walks quickly without realizing it.

A few steps.

The sky in June was changing very quickly. The sky was clear just a short time ago, but in the blink of an eye, strong winds started blowing. Seeing the thick dark clouds with lightning rolling towards the top of the head, Fugui, who was working in the fields, secretly said

No, if this heavy rain comes down, it will definitely not stop. He hurriedly called Er Miao, and the couple temporarily hid their tools in the ground and ran home.

On the way, the wind became stronger and stronger, and became more and more wild. It swept up the sand and gravel and hit the couple on their faces. They half-squinted and fought against the wind with difficulty. They barely ran to the entrance of the village.

The big piece of paper "popped" all over Er Miao's face. As soon as Er Miao tore the paper off her face, she saw Shi Ke's little face on the paper looking at her with anger and resentment. Er Miao

She was so frightened that her heart trembled, and her legs were so weak that she couldn't move: Oh my God! Such a strong wind, why couldn't this piece of paper be avoided, and even breathed into her face.

In the sky, lightning and thunder followed closely behind. Suddenly, a dazzling white light split the dark clouds, and then a thunder exploded overhead. Then lightning struck again and again, and rumbling thunder roared overhead.

It's a common scene in summer. When I see it, I usually sigh: "Today's thunder is really big!"

People with a guilty conscience don't think so. When they saw Ermiao let out a frightened "Ouch", she was trembling all over. She knelt down on the ground with her hands on her head and couldn't walk anymore. She wailed in her heart: Is she going to suffer retribution?

Is God going to kill me?

Fugui kept running forward. After running for a while, he felt something was wrong. He looked back and saw Ermiao's figure there. He immediately turned back. His sight was blocked in the strong wind. If Ermiao hadn't been wearing a flowery dress today, Fugui would have been hanging around.

He didn't see her and saw Ermiao lying on the ground. Fugui thought Ermiao had fallen down accidentally. He hurriedly ran to Ermiao, tried to lift Ermiao up, and asked loudly: "Hua, mother, why did you fall?"

Did you fall? Does it hurt?"

Ermiao was trembling and kept mumbling: "I was wrong, I was wrong, God, please forgive me, I don't dare to do it anymore, please forgive me."

The wind was so strong that Fugui heard Ermiao mumbling, but couldn't hear what she said, so he felt that something was wrong with Hua Ta's mother. Why did he feel that Hua's mother was shaking so hard?

Fugui blocked the wind with his body and held up Ermiao's face. Ermiao's pale face was covered with tears and snot, and her lips were trembling, looking like she was overly frightened.

Fugui was puzzled. Although such heavy storms were not very common, they were not seen before. They were seen several times a year, especially in summer. Normally, Hua's mother had never been so frightened. What happened today?

?Looking like he was scared out of his wits.

Fugui felt distressed. He turned around, squatted down, carried Ermiao on his back, raised his legs and ran home.

The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, the sky is getting darker, and it's raining. It's just a few drops at first, but for a moment, the heavy rain pours down from the sky like the sky has collapsed. The door of the house is far away, and the rich and powerful are jogging.

The two of them still let the rain water them thoroughly. He ran into the yard and opened the door of the main room with a bang, startling Zaohua who was sitting on the bed watching the rain.

Zaohua was frightened and turned around, and saw her father carrying her mother on his back, standing wet all over the house. Fugui put Ermiao on a chair and sat down, and arranged for Zaohua: "Hua, hurry up and pour a basin of warm water for your mother to wipe."

Damn, I think something is wrong with your mother."

"Hey!" Zaohua quickly jumped out of bed, poured half a basin of warm water, soaked a towel in it, and brought it to the table: "Dad, the water is here."

Fugui took off Ermiao's wet clothes, unwrapped the towel and wiped Ermiao clean, then carried Ermiao to the bed and covered him with a towel.

Ermiao remained motionless, letting Fugui clean her up. It wasn't until she lay on the bed that she slowly stopped shaking and fell into a deep sleep.

Zaohua lay on the edge of the bed, looked at Ermiao's pale cheeks and asked, "Dad, what happened to my mother?"

"The thunder was so loud today that your mother was frightened. It's okay, just take a nap and you'll be fine." Fugui looked at Ermiao with loving eyes, touched her face with his palm, and asked Zaohua: "Hua, are you hungry?"

Will you be able to eat the noodles while dad rolls them out?"

"Yeah, I'm right." Zaohua likes noodles, so of course she's right, but she just doesn't understand why her father, who eats stick noodle steamed buns every day at home, wants to roll noodles today.

When the noodles were cooked and the rain stopped, Fugui served the noodles and asked Zaohua to eat first, while he took the bowl and sent it to Ermiao first.

"Mom, it's time to eat. After eating, go to sleep." Fugui called softly. Ermiao was still sleeping soundly, but her breathing was a little heavy and her cheeks were still flushed. Fugui called a few times, and Ermiao opened her eyes slightly.

He opened his eyes and muttered: "I don't want to eat." Then he turned over and continued to sleep.

Fugui sensed that something was wrong with Er Miao's face. He put the bowl aside and tested Er Miao's forehead with his palm. Sure enough, Er Miao had a fever.

Why does he have a fever? He's not a child. A thunder can scare him into having a fever? Fugui recalled the scene where Er Miao was frightened by the thunder and fell to the ground with his head in his arms. This is not what normal adults should do when encountering such weather.

Why don't you find a place to hide quickly? This boss's attitude of not caring about his penis is like what a normal person would do? He dug out the medicines he always had, found chlorpheniramine and fed it to Er Miao, then divided a bowl of noodles by three times and five by two.

After taking a deep breath, he still felt uneasy after thinking about it, so he called Zaohua over: "Hua, come here and watch your mother. Dad is going out for a while."

"Okay." Zaohua moved a small stool and sat on the bedside. Her mother has been doing well recently. She treats her and her father well and doesn't scold anyone. Zaohua is willing to get close to her.

The air after the rain is full of moisture. The smoke released by the stove fire has spread before it rises into the air. The aroma of food and the smoke of firewood are floating in the air. The rain-soaked ground is very muddy.

There will be a piece of mud stuck to the feet.

Fugui went straight to Yang Xinghe's house. Fortunately, the two houses were not far away. He tiptoed and picked up a clean place.

It's raining today, so Ding Guilian cooks late. At this moment, she just cooked a pot with chopped green onions, and poured a frame of cabbage into the pot and stir-fried. There are a lot of people in the family, so every time she cooks, she has to stir-fry a large amount.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to eat. After frying the cabbage, she filled the pot with a few ladles of water and grabbed a handful of vermicelli and threw it into the pot.

The door to Yang Xinghe's courtyard was wide open. Fugui looked in and saw Ding Guilian cooking. He knocked the mud off his feet and then knocked on the door: "Aunt, are you cooking?"

Ding Guilian recognized Fugui's voice and said directly without turning around: "Fugui is here, come in, your uncle is in the main room."

"Aunt, I'm not looking for my uncle. I'm here specifically to ask aunt for advice today." Fugui walked up behind Ding Guilian and said, "Aunt, I'll cook the pot, you can just cook."

"I don't need you, Auntie can be busy. Tell me, what do you want from Auntie?" Ding Guilian filled a handful of firewood into the stove, stood up, lifted the lid of the pot, and used a shovel to turn the vermicelli under the cabbage.

Fugui sat directly in front of the stove, picked up a wooden stick and picked at the firewood in the stove hole. The firewood was loose and burning more vigorously. The bright fire shone through, making the sad look on Fugui's face particularly clear.

Ding Guilian put down the spatula in her hand and joked: "Hey, Fugui, look at this lawsuit, what is it that makes you so worried?"

"Aunt, what can happen to me? I'm just spending time with my mother."

"What's wrong with Ermiao? Didn't I already call the soul and you said it was much better?"

"It was much better a few days ago, but something is wrong again today. Let me tell you..." Fugui told Ding Guilian about Ermiao's performance today in detail, and finally said: "Aunt, you said Hua's mother is so big

She is a person, and she has never been scared by thunder in the past. As for the thunder today, is she that scared?"

Ding Guilian looked solemn: "Logically speaking, no." She thought for a while: "Fugui, did you fail to call the soul last time, or did the soul call back and something dirty came back and attached itself to Ermiao?

Only the fairies and ghosts are afraid of thunder, so let’s go back first, and then I’ll come over to your house to take a look after Auntie has finished her meal.”

"That's it, I'll wait for you at home first." Fugui stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

"Let's go after dinner." Ding Guilian politely persuaded her to stay.

"No, aunt, I came here after dinner."

Fugui said goodbye to Ding Guilian and waited for less than an hour after returning home. Ding Guilian came to the door. She picked up the oil lamp and looked at Ermiao's face carefully and remained silent for a long time.

Fugui had a nervous look on his face, fearing that Er Miao might have some evil spirit in him.

"Fugui, bring me a bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks." Ding Guilian ordered. To be honest, she couldn't tell whether Er Miao was possessed by a ghost, but she still remembered her mother's procedures for exorcising ghosts.

Ding Guilian held the water bowl, pointed the water with her ring finger and flicked it on Er Miao's face three times. She then held the water bowl and turned it three times to the left and three times to the right on Er Miao's head. After putting the bowl down, she inserted the chopsticks in the center of the bowl.

, after chanting a set of incantations that no one could understand, the chopsticks miraculously stood still.

Fugui's scalp was numb, but Zaohua didn't understand at all. She stood aside and looked at Qi Qi, and saw the chopsticks standing in the water bowl. She was about to speak, but Fugui hurriedly covered her mouth to stop her from saying anything.

Ding Guilian felt proud. The skill of standing with chopsticks on the water bowl is not easy to practice. It requires certain skills. Of course, this is a sect skill and cannot be passed on to others. Ding Guilian held the bowl steadily with a serious look on her face and kept chanting in her mouth.

He took the bowl outside the door, splashed the water with the chopsticks from a distance, and then turned back to the house and breathed: "Okay, I have done the trick. The second seedling will be cured tomorrow. Of course, this is my native method."

, it may not be accurate, you have to insist on taking this medicine, let’s combine the traditional Chinese medicine with the foreign medicine, and use both methods to achieve double insurance.”

"Aunt, thank you so much!" Fugui was filled with gratitude and hurriedly packed five eggs and handed them to Ding Guilian: "Aunt, take them, I don't have anything else to offer, take these eggs back to my uncle

Fill in the appetizers."

Ding Guilian pretended to extrapolate: "I'm a fellow villager, and my aunt hasn't helped much, so how can I ask for your things?"

Fugui insisted: "Aunt, just accept it. I'll trouble you again and again, otherwise I'll feel bad."

Ding Guilian pushed a few times and then took the egg: "Then I'll accept it."

"Take it, take it." Fugui put the egg into Ding Guilian's hand.

On the way home, Ding Guilian thought happily: I'm right, this skill can't be lost, look, it will be profitable! The business will definitely get better and better in the future. As for whether it can cure the disease, is it obvious? It will definitely be possible.
Chapter completed!