Chapter 26 Inexplicably tight After being called out like this, the Hu family felt guilty and wanted to run away immediately.
"I'm not afraid of you. I want to see clearly whether you are a human or a ghost."
Fu Beimo shouted to encourage himself, raised his hand and raised the lantern to shine on their faces.
Hu Ajing was blocked by Fu Beimo, and she bent her elbow to block it for fear of being shined in the face.
"Fortunately, half of the crops have been destroyed. Ah Jing, why are you so stupid?" Qian slapped her thigh and called to her daughter, "Run!"
Hearing the sound, Hu Ajing pushed Fu Beimo with the hand holding the sickle.
The ridge of the field was slippery, and Fu Beimo couldn't stand firmly.
At this moment, he was pushed by someone and fell to the ground. His arm was raised and he was stabbed with a sickle.
Hiss.
The sound of ripped clothing sounded, especially harsh in the quiet night.
Then there was the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
When Hu Ajing knew that her sickle had cut someone, she panicked, dropped the sickle on the ground, and ran away.
In order to destroy the crops as quickly as possible, the sickles are sharpened tonight.
The sleeves were cut and the flesh must have been injured.
Hu Ajing didn't dare to think about the extent of her injuries, so she spread her legs and ran faster and faster.
Fu Beimo's head felt heavy, and by the time he got up covered in mud, the Hu family had already run away.
He picked up the lantern and saw a sickle on the ground, so he picked it up too.
When he got home, he didn't dare to say that he went to the fields because he wanted to find his way there.
He was afraid that if he spoke out, his sister-in-law would stop praising him.
Passing by the door of the east wing, he was stopped by Fu Nanyao: "Beimo, what's the matter with you? Why is your hand bleeding?"
Only then did Fu Beimo feel pain in his arm. He lowered his head and saw blood dripping down his fingers.
When he saw the blood, he burst into tears.
Fu Nanyao shouted at him anxiously: "Why are you crying? Tell me where have you been? Why are you so dirty?"
Fu Beimo cried: "I fell down when I went out, and this thing on the ground cut me."
He just wanted to say that the sickle cut him, and he thought that he picked up the sickle on the ground, so he said this.
From what Fu Nanyao heard, his younger brother fell down on the dirt road, and there was a sickle on the ground, so he was cut.
Then he asked: "Cut with a sickle?"
Fu Beimo: "Yeah."
Not only Fu Nanyao thinks so, Wan Niang also thinks so.
Hearing that something happened to Fu Beimo, Yan Funing came out of the room to take a look.
Seeing that his back was covered with mud and his hands were still dripping with blood, he warned, "Beimo, you have to wash yourself clean, and you must not get the wound dirty."
After saying that, he went into the stove to prepare hot water.
Fortunately, it is cold today and there is always hot water in the stove.
After Yan Funing scooped the hot water into the basin and mixed it with cold water, Fu Ciyi came to take it away.
Wan Niang couldn't see it, and she felt even more anxious. She didn't know how badly her son was hurt.
Even his voice began to tremble as he spoke: "Bei Mo is dirty, go and wash it off."
Fu Beimo took off his shirt while crying and walked to the latrine.
Men bathe in the cubicle of the hut, directly using a basin.
Fu Ciyi brought the water in and took out the clothes Fu Beimo had taken off: "I've seen it. There's a cut on the arm. Fortunately, it's just a flesh injury, nothing serious."
After saying this, he took dry clothes and sent them to Fu Beimo.
Wan Niang felt relieved after hearing what her eldest son said.
After a while, Fu Beimo washed up and came out. His sleeves were rolled up and his injured arm was exposed. The wound was visibly bleeding.
Although he was no longer crying at this moment, tears were still hanging on his face.
The family came to the main room.
By the candlelight, Yan Funing took a closer look at his arm and said gently: "Fortunately, it only hurt the skin, just bandage it."
Fu Beimo nodded.
Fu Ciyi said in a deep voice: "You are not allowed to run around after dark." He was quite dignified.
Fu Beimo cried again.
Yan Funing said softly: "Beimo is very brave. If it hurts, cry. If it doesn't hurt, don't cry. Okay?"
Fu Beimo burped and said, "Okay."
Yan Funing said "hmm" and went back to the room to get the remaining strips of cloth she used last time to bandage Fu Beimo.
She wrapped it around the wound in circles, carefully to avoid hurting him.
Fu Ciyi stared at her movements and saw that her fingers did not touch the skin of Fu Beimo's arm, and the inexplicable tightness dissipated a lot.
Suddenly, she lightly touched Bei Mo's wound through the cloth strip and asked, "Does it hurt you with such tightness?"
Before Fu Beimo could answer, Fu Ciyi suddenly said: "I'll tie him up."
The sudden words made Yan Funing raise her eyes to look at him: "Are you sure?"
Her bright beautiful eyes stared at him unblinkingly, full of suspicion and vigilance.
It's like saying: The last time you bandaged me, you tied it so tightly, did you forget? Fu Ciyi raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
Fu Beimo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, sister-in-law, I don't feel any pain."
"As long as it doesn't hurt, Bei Mo is a man and very brave!"
With that said, she bandaged him and tied a beautiful bow.
Hearing his sister-in-law's praise again, Fu Beimo finally stopped crying and wiped away the tears on his face.
"Seeing" that her youngest son finally stopped crying, Wan Niang's anxious heart was relieved: "Beimo, it's not easy to run around at night from now on, do you know?"
"I know." Fu Beimo plucked the bow on his arm and pointed at the dirty clothes thrown at the door. "If the clothes are torn, sister-in-law will sew them."
Yan Funing: "Well, I don't know how to sew."
It's true, she never sewed clothes in modern times.
Everyone in the family looked at her, even Wan Niang turned her face in her direction.
Yan Funing smiled awkwardly.
She had sutured skin before, and she got perfect marks in the surgical suture technique course.
Fu Nanyao couldn't help but mutter: "The Yan family has really pampered you. You don't even have to learn from female celebrities."
You know, it’s hard for a woman who doesn’t know how to be a female celebrity to find a good husband.
And this woman actually married her brother.
I don’t know what kind of blessing this woman has achieved in her previous life.
Yan Funing was even more embarrassed, and she touched her forehead in embarrassment.
Wan Niang smoothed things over: "No, it doesn't matter. No one is born to be a popular girl."
But Fu Beimo said loudly: "No, my sister-in-law can do it. My sister-in-law is very powerful and can do everything!"
"She doesn't know how." Fu Nan said with disdain, and turned to look at his brother with pride in his eyes, "I will sew it for you, and I will make sure it is exquisite."
After the wounds were taken care of, everyone went back to their rooms.
Yan Funing followed Fu Ciyi, walking step by step.
Fu Nanyao smiled softly when he saw this.
A woman who doesn't know how to be a popular girl will be rejected by her brother.
After waiting for a long time, there was no sound of quarrel coming from the west wing. - The next day is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Early in the morning, Fu Ciyi sat at the window and copied books.
Without disturbing him, Yan Funing planned to go to town alone to sell winter bamboo shoots and buy some ingredients for making glutinous rice balls.
Fu Beimo picked up the basket in a sensible manner: "Sister-in-law, let me help you."
"Your arm..."
"It doesn't hurt at all." He moved his wrist, "It really doesn't hurt!"
Only then did Yan Funing agree to help him carry the basket to the entrance of the village.
The uncle and sister-in-law passed by a big tree in the village and heard someone saying that the crops had been destroyed.
Yan Funing listened carefully, and they seemed to be saying, "It's the land belonging to Fu Wan's family."
(End of this chapter)
