Chapter 940 Third Uncle’s Descendants

Moli's father, who was harvesting rice at Tian's house, was a little worried about Lihua at first. After seeing Lihua jumping away, he felt relieved. Unexpectedly, at this time, a spell flashed on the back of his right hand. Father Moli, who was cutting rice, staggered and fell down on the muddy ground.

"Daddy!"

The peach blossoms are closest.

I was so worried that I even forgot to put down my sickle. I stepped on the water and took a closer look. I found that my father's face was pale, his eyes were dull, his heart skipped a beat, and he cried with a "Wow" sound:

"Mom, come here quickly, Daddy seems to be dying!"

Moli's father is the only male in the family and the mainstay of the family. Taohua's cries are full of helplessness and sadness, which is obviously different from the usual fights between sisters. Moli's mother's heart beats for a beat, and she holds her belly with her right hand, feeling a strong Her willpower supported her, and she even arrived at Moli's side one step earlier than the other girls:

"His father!"

Moli Niang poked under her man's nose and found that he was still breathing and his heartbeat was pounding. She turned around and patted the peach blossom heavily: "Your father is doing well. What are you doing? Go cut the rice quickly, otherwise there will be no sausages in a while." Your share!"

When Jasmine saw Sunflower and others gathered around her, she quickly waved her hand and drove them away:

"Your father is fine. We are all gathered together. The air is blocked and we are all going to cut the rice. We need to finish cutting these three acres of land tonight. Go quickly."

People dispersed.

Moli Niang secretly took out a handkerchief from her arms. After opening the handkerchief layer by layer, she fed her man some crushed brown sugar. After a while, Moli Daddy regained his consciousness and his pale face turned pale. Blushing, Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and carefully wrapped the brown sugar. She felt a little sour in her heart. The reason why her husband fainted was obviously because he worked too much on weekdays and couldn't keep up with nutrition. It was all because of poverty!

"Dad, why don't you go back and have a rest? I'll take a few small ones with me to cut as much of the remaining rice as I can. There's half a year's worth of grain in the granary. Even if it's a big war, let's save some. I can barely survive more than half a year, but if my body is severely depleted, I won’t be able to make up for it even if I try to make up for it in the future.”

"Fuck, I'm fine."

Father Moli felt a little strange.

He was very hungry on weekdays, so how could he suddenly stop being hungry?

Doubts in my heart.

He glanced around the paddy field. At this moment, the moon had climbed up to the treetops. The mangroves in the distance were full of spy shadows. It seemed that he could vaguely hear the sound of curses in the forest, and even saw a figure dancing. The strange dance posture made Moli's father startled. He held the sickle tightly in his hand. All the monks from the Fu family entered the tower three days ago. How could anyone be practicing magic in the forest? Moreover, it seemed that what the other party was practicing was not. What a right way.

Reminiscent of what was strange about Pear Blossom before.

Father Moli's body trembled.

He turned around and held Jasmine tightly:

"Fuck, let's go and take the kids home!"

Jasmine's family is the direct descendant of the third family of the Fu family. His great-great-grandfather ranked third. He guarded the cemetery in Guyaju for more than a hundred years. He did not return to the family until he was over eighty years old, married a wife and had children. This may be because he is older. , the children born do not live long, and when it slowly passed to his generation, he was the only one left. For three consecutive generations, they did not produce any more spiritual root monks.

But.

For more than a hundred years.

Aunt Eleven took great care of their room.

No matter what.

His great-grandfather, grandfather, and his father were all good at gambling, and no matter how much resources the eleventh aunt gave him, they all lost it.