As Feng Ying replied this, Zhao Daliu also grabbed the lid of the pot of the medicine. When he saw the black medicine soup and the medicine residue staying safely inside, he frowned and his Adam's apple swayed. He didn't know if it was because of the smell of the medicine soup or why he did it, and his eyes turned red.

Zhao Daliu capped the lid back on the pot of the burning medicine, then turned around and returned to the table, sat on the chair in a restless manner, looking at Fengying, who was concentrating on sewing clothes with his worries in his eyes.

I saw the silver needle illuminated by the oil lamp, driven by Feng Ying's slender fingers, skillfully interspersed on the ripped hole in Zhao Qingtian's clothes, flexibly and divinely holding flowers and knots.

Zhao Daliu's mouth twitched. He thought of saying something to Fengying again, but he didn't know what thoughts were blocking his throat. He only heard his mouth suffocating, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Fengying bit the thread that was threaded in the needle's eyes and glanced at Zhao Daliu, who had a tangled expression, and asked:

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?"

After Feng Ying finished speaking, she stretched out the hole that had been sewn with both hands and looked at Zhou Zheng with her eyes.

Zhao Daliu smiled, his eyes rolled in a hurry, and replied with a whisper:

"Hi! Nothing, I'm...I'm...I just want to ask when will your mother come back from our aunt's house?"

Fengying smiled, then continued the small half of the thread that was in the eye of the needle onto a long thread, stretched the corner of her wrinkled clothes, picked up the needle and said:

"Your memory is really bad. It's only half a month since our mother went there, and she has to wait another half a month. She has been waiting for a whole month to get back. Oh my god, my father, I want me to tell me, you really should have a day to go to the Xuancheng City and find a doctor to take a look at your memory."

After Fengying finished speaking, her face wrinkles wrinkled and she smiled loudly.

Zhao Daliu looked at Feng Ying laughing, and then laughed twice with mixed feelings. Then he rubbed his face, got up and walked to the water jar, took the scoop and scooped a few scoops of water into the wooden basin near the water jar, coughed lightly, and said:

"Fengying, you've been at home for the past two days. Don't go around. I asked the Bai family to see that the falcon doesn't go back to their nests. They will definitely come to our famous village again. Don't ask the tiger, wolf and leopard from the Bai family to cause anything, that's a big trouble!"

Zhao Daliu said, carrying the wooden basin back to the chair beside the table and sat down, then took off the shoes on his feet, stepped into the basin with both feet, and looked relaxed on his face.

Fengying nodded and replied:

"Don't worry, I'll definitely show our gods a firm look. Nothing can happen, right? By the way, you are discussing things in that village, but are you looking for someone who is willing to take the lead?"

The ease on Zhao Daliu's face was then tense for a moment, and his sorrow suddenly rose. He sighed and shook his head helplessly and replied:

"Ah! To be honest, who dares to resist such a thing again? Alas! Take one step at a time, let's see if the Bai family members come to see if they can come up with other solutions. If they really can't think of it, they can only be..."

Fengying listened, and then sighed and said:

"What kind of world is this now? The Bai family relies on their great power in Xuancheng, so they dare to bully the people at will, do whatever they want, and be arrogant and domineering. The beast he raised is worth more than the lives of the people in our village. How can we tell us that we are reluctant!"

Zhao Daliu snorted and said angrily:

"The world today is that whoever has a strong fist, whoever has enough money is the law. As a lowly farmer who only has this hoe, it is not just asking people to be free of fish and meat. The world is that fucking fucking...!"

Fengying stopped the work in her hand and put Zhao Qingtian's clothes on the corner of the table. While observing the flaws, she asked:

"Dad, why did the Bai family put that big eagle in this Wuji Mountain?"

Zhao Daliu burst out laughing, then pulled his feet out of the wooden basin, stepped on his shoes and said:

"What else can I do? Just for the dragon that was spreading nonsense in the man's mouth. I don't know who made the rumors, saying that there are dragons in Wuji Mountain and that the bitch raised them is just to let those damn things harm the cattle, sheep and animals in our famous village. If I know who made the rumors, I will specify it and twist his head."

Zhao Daliu said angrily, got up and stood up from the chair, then bent down and picked up the wooden water basin, and put it back next to the water jar.

"Fengying, this water is obviously watered in our vegetable fields. I'm tired now, so I'll go to bed first, so you can go to bed early too."

Zhao Daliu said, then gently pulled his shoes, walked into the Dongli House, and climbed onto the wooden bed.

Fengying nodded and nodded, grabbed her clothes, approached the oil lamp, and continued to observe the flaws that were repaired carefully.

The endless flames jumping on the wick of the oil lamp continued to emit a dim light.

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying sat quietly at the table, and took off her clothes for a long time. She was afraid that the clothes would be imperfect, so she told Zhao Qingtian to wear them in a clean and clean manner.

Zhao Qingtian from Xili House gently turned over on the wooden bed, stared at the roof, thought for a moment, and then whispered slowly:

"Long? Is there a dragon in Wuji Mountain? Is the Bai family putting out eagles to find a dragon?"

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded outside the house.

Immediately followed by a series of rumbling sounds.

The heavy rain started to fall smoothly.

The next morning, the wind blew and grass blew, and the birds sang in the sky.

A wild cat with a thief head and mind in the mountains was taking a slow step and collapsed, using the round and jade-like eyes on the wooden roof of Zhao Qingtian's house, staring alertly at the yellow bird standing on the tiles shaking its feathers, stopping step by step, waiting for an opportunity to rush up and pressing under its claws.

However, before the wild cat took a few more steps, the cracked tiles that were trampled by the cat's claws made a crackling sound.

In less than a blink of an eye, the yellow bird moved when he heard the sound, fluttered his wings and flew towards the sky.

The wild cat saw the yellow bird flying in shock, quickly bent his legs, bounced upwards, and jumped up half a meter.

But the cat had no ability to fly, so he had to stay in the air for a moment, and fell down with a bang, and fell to the copper basin against the wall with a snap.

Then the copper basin was knocked down and made a harsh sound.

Immediately afterwards, the two wild cats touched the ground and bounced, leaping over the low fenced courtyard wall, and a flash of shadow penetrated into the grass outside the courtyard.

However, the series of sounds made Zhao Daliu, who had a sharp ear, listened to him, sat up from the bed, hurriedly lay down from the bed, ran to the main house door, pulled the door bolt, stepped out of the house door and came to the yard. His eyes rolled around in his eye sockets, looking for the source of sound.

Zhao Daliu saw the copper basin rolling in the yard, and then saw the grass swaying a few times outside the yard and making rustling sounds. He immediately understood and breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice:

"So it's that wild tiger, which made me sweat in a cold sweat."

Zhao Daliu pouted and smiled, shook his head twice, and was about to turn around, but before he could take a step, he heard a rapid voice shouting from a distance behind him:
Chapter completed!