Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 351

Chapter 351

But he still came to the door, which means that Wang Shi, Su Dalang and Su Erlang couldn't live in peace and calmly. A good piece of meat is extremely itchy every day, it is really painful torment.

Su Xiaolu smiled sarcastically and said, "Aren't you all healed, why do you still need to look for me?"

Su Xiaolu's ironic tone made old man Su feel ashamed, his old face was hot, if it was in the past, he would have turned from embarrassment to anger.

But now, with his old face gradually flushing, old man Su continued to lower his tone: "Girl Xiaolu, we asked for everything, please calm down, let them go, and spare their lives."

They don't have a lot of good flesh all over their bodies, and they can't stop itching. Scratching the scabbed abscesses every day is a torment that makes them collapse.

Mrs. Wang wanted to commit suicide, which shows how tortured she was.

They all know that it is good to live a peaceful life, but they can't calm down, it's useless.

Because I couldn't calm down, I cursed more.

Because old man Su was healed without cursing, the villagers believed that this was a punishment from heaven, retribution, and punishment from heaven.

The Su family is no longer popular in the clan, and everyone in the village dislikes and stays away.

Old man Su sighed guiltily, he knew it was too late, now he doesn't want to cling to Su Sanlang's family, he just wants to spend the rest of his life in peace.

Wang has been married to him for many years, and he couldn't bear her to seek death because she couldn't stand the torture, so he came here with a thick skin after thinking about it.

Old Master Su lowered his tone, while Su Xiaolu remained silent.

"Little deer girl, even though we are hateful and hateful, but after all, it is a human life. You have some luck to get to this day. Why are you getting evil because of us?"

Seeing that Su Xiaolu was silent, old man Su said again in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he bent down and waited quietly for Su Xiaolu to speak.

Wang and her two sons couldn't stand it anymore. If there is no solution, such painful torture may not last long.

Su Xiaolu looked at Mr. Su, and she said calmly, "I know there is a solution to your illness, just boil it with feces and wipe it off."

Grandpa Su looked up at Su Xiaolu in surprise. He couldn't believe what he heard. Such absurd and funny method can really cure the itching poison? ,

But looking at Su Xiaolu's calm and indifferent eyes without the slightest hint of playfulness, Mr. Su was also confused, whether to believe it or not.

Su Xiaolu didn't care whether Mr. Su believed her or not, she closed the door and went home.

Grandpa Su looked at the closed door, sighed slightly and returned home.

Mrs. Wang couldn't get out of bed these days, she could only groan in pain on the bed, and there was an indescribable smell exuding from her body.

Mr. Su can't expect her to serve him.

Thinking about the method Su Xiaolu said, he sighed, and finally decided to give it a try.

The smelly feces were boiled and used to scrub Wang.

Wang was moved to tears: "Old man, thank you for being kind to me."

After being married for so many years, how can she enjoy it? Mr. Su has never taken care of her. He never thought that he could still enjoy such care when he was old. Mrs. Wang felt that she was willing to die.

After scrubbing with the smelly and unknown potion, Wang felt much better. She said happily: "Old man, it doesn't itch anymore, it really doesn't itch anymore, it doesn't feel so uncomfortable, this medicine is really amazing."

Seeing that it was really useful, Mr. Su was relieved, so he didn't say anything.

He only cooked porridge casually, and he had no appetite at all.

On the other hand, Mrs. Wang, pinching her nose and eating happily, smiled brightly on her old face covered with abscesses.

"Take it slowly, I'll take the potion to the children."

Mr. Su said to Wang, as long as the medicine works, it doesn't matter what the medicine is.

Mr. Su went to deliver medicine to Su Dalang and Su Erlang.

Stinks.

Mr. Su told Mrs. Li and Mrs. Zhou: "This is the medicine that can cure this itchy disease. Take it to Su Dalang Erlang and scrub it."

Li covered her nose: "Father, what kind of medicine is this? It smells so weird."

The smell is pungent, not like medicine at all, but like something in the hut.

Zhou also felt a little disgusted, and didn't want to mess with it at all.

Old Master Su frowned and said coldly: "What's the point of asking, I can still harm my own son."

Mr. Su was a little angry, seeing Li's and Zhou's attitude came from his heart.

His two sons are not dead yet, these two daughters-in-law already have other thoughts.

Grandpa Su lost his temper, Li Shi and Zhou Shi hurriedly took it, smiling flatteringly.

Mrs. Li smiled and said, "Father, you misunderstood me. I was worried about Dalang's health. Father said it would be helpful, so I'll go and rub the medicine on Dalang now."

Zhou also smiled and said, "I'll go too."

Mr. Su took a deep breath, turned and went home.

After applying this medicine for two days, Mrs. Wang and Su Dalang and Su Erlang got better.

It's getting better, and it's finally possible to have a safe year.

It's just that Wang's body always has a faint smell, even Su Dalang and Su Erlang also left behind that smell.

I want to stop the medicine, but the abscess has not healed yet.

The itching after rubbing the medicine made them unbearable.

If you want to be good, you can only smell bad.

When people in the village met him, they all walked away holding their noses.

People say it's retribution.

Wang always said that it was Su Sanlang's family who killed him, but who would believe it.

With this faint stench, everyone in the Su family who could speak was gone.

Mr. Su became more and more silent. This is retribution, he believed it.

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Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.

At night, Su Xiaolu slept with her pillow on Su Xiaoling's arm, she sighed and said: "Sister, time flies so fast, it's not long, a year is over."

In a few years, she will be twelve years old, and Su Xiaoling will also be eighteen years old.

Su Xiaoling pinched Su Xiaolu's cheek gently, and said softly: "Yes, another year is over."

Her father and mother are busy choosing her marriage, and it will be decided no matter what in the year after the Chinese New Year. The time she and Su Xiaolu sleep in the same bed will become less and less.

She grew up, and Su Xiaolu also grew up.

Sometimes I feel that time passes very slowly, but when I look back, twelve years have passed.

"Xiaolu, in the new year, we must grow up healthy and healthy."

Su Xiaoling tilted his head and kissed Su Xiaolu, and said softly.

This was the first time she kissed Su Xiaolu's forehead awake after she could remember.

Su Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment, then she rubbed Su Xiaoling's shoulder sweetly and coquettishly: "I swear to my third sister, who is the most beautiful, gentle and best, that I will definitely listen to her and grow up healthy and healthy."