Wu Cuimei was anxious and ran over to scold Liu Yuanhe: "Liu Yuanhe, are you blind? Ah? If you are blind, go home and lie down, don't harm others here. What can you do? Have you never seen a woman in your life, or have died under a woman's crotch in your previous life, so you can't stand women in this life?"

Liu Yuanhe was also anxious. He was not anxious that he had accidentally injured his son, but that he did not expect that he would be scolded so badly by his wife in front of the women in the village. His old face was so lost.

The same is true for Liu Qingshan. He was not in a hurry to have any trouble with his chrysanthemum, but thought to himself that this scene was seen by the aunts in the village, which was really embarrassing to the house.

However, the women didn't see Liu Qingshan clearly, after all, there were weeds blocking him. They only heard Wu Cuimei scolding Liu Yuanhe, but Liu Yuanhe didn't even dare to let go of his fart, so they couldn't help laughing.

Listening to the aunts in the village laughing, Liu Qingshan even thought that the embarrassing incident of his chrysanthemum being persecuted again was seen by the aunts.

Woo woo x﹏x, if this matter is to be spread, then his handsome face will really not be able to lift it.

Seeing that his son was so painful that tears came out, Wu Cuimei hurriedly helped him up first: "Qingshan, is it important? Why not find a place to sit down and rest?"

Liu Qingshan looked at his mother with tears in his eyes: "Mom, do you think I can still sit?"

Wu Cuimei was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

You said, if he hurts his life, maybe she can say: Son, don’t be afraid, even if you can’t marry a wife in this life, it won’t be a big deal. Mom will support you for the rest of your life.

But he was hurting his butt. You can't say, son, don't be afraid. Even if you can't get any shit, mom can help you.

But the question is, how can I help him?

"Oh, why don't you watch?" Liu Yuanhe took advantage of his wife's silence and quickly turned the blame, "It's okay, why are you doing so close to me? Look, if my hand slips, will you hurt you?"

Liu Qingshan's eyes were wet and glared at his father angrily: "Dad, you have to be conscientious when speaking. It was obvious that you called me to hand you bamboo pieces."

Wu Cuimei stared at Liu Yuanhe and slapped her, which made Liu Yuanhe almost bloom with her butt: "What else can I say? Go and find medicine quickly."

Liu Qingshan was helped by his mother and returned home, while Liu Yuanhe brought back some fresh tofu leaves from the mountains.

But when Liu Yuanhe applied medicine to his son, he found that the kid's wound seemed to be nothing.

"Are you lying?" Liu Yuanhe stared at his son suspiciously, "Your wound looks almost healed. It shouldn't hurt that much."

Liu Qingshan lay on the bed, turned around suddenly, and looked at his dad with tears in his eyes: "Dad, you have to be conscientious when speaking. If you think I am pretending to be painful, why don't I try to use bamboo pieces to suck you?"

When Liu Yuanhe heard this, he laughed and said, "That's it, but I warn you, stinky brat, if you dare to pretend to hurt on purpose and make me scolded by your mother, I will curse your butt as rotten as a sunflower."

"Dad, you are so cruel. I feel so painful. You still say I am pretending? Still cursing me? Mom!"

"Hey, what's wrong?" Wu Cuimei hurriedly ran from the kitchen when she heard her son's call, "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Mom." Liu Qingshan shouted with a grievance, "My dad looked at those women who were distracted and banged the bamboo piece into my wound. He didn't admit his mistake. He threatened me just now and said that if I shouted pain again, it would make you angry, and then he would poison me and poison my butt."

This is going to be in a rebellion. When did I say I was going to poison? Liu Yuanhe stared at his son who was lying with lies with disbelief.

This is really going to be a rebellious! Wu Cuimei grabbed Liu Yuanhe's ear: "You can be patient, come out for me!"

Seeing my father being pulled out by his mother, Liu Qingshan felt instantly that his butt didn't hurt so much.

Actually, it didn't hurt much.

It hurt a little when I was just pushed by a wild boar. Later, after my mother applied medicine and added divine power to protect her body, as long as she didn't go to the toilet, it would basically not hurt too much.

Even though my dad accidentally persecuted him just now, he was still wearing his pants, so it was not so painful that he was about to roll around.

The reason why he wanted to lie on the ground was simply to make his father realize the seriousness of the matter.

You said that you, a married man who has grown up sons, are still staring at other people's wives all day long? You just need to teach him a lesson, otherwise, he will never be able to change his old habits in his life.

Look, the roar of my mother outside is the best torture for my father.

Although his butt didn't hurt much, he still had to do the show. Liu Qingshan was lying down and was too lazy to get up and eat dinner. He lay on the bed and pretended to be Lin Daiyu, and even had to bring his mother in to eat.

Seeing his son like this, Wu Cuimei was very anxious.

At night, I cried when I held the quilt.

Liu Yuanhe shouted, "Oh, why are you crying?"

"My son is so injured, can't I cry?"

"Isn't he okay? His butt is just blooming, not a big deal."

"You said it so lightly. Isn't it a big deal to bloom your butt? Let's try to make your butt bloom? It's all your fault. Qingshan could walk into the mountains today, but it was because you stared at those women that caused secondary damage to your son. Why are you so mean? You have to stare at other people's wives while working. Have you never seen a woman?"

Wu Cuimei's endless curses finally made Liu Yuanhe feel a little guilty.

In fact, at first he thought his son was making a big fuss, but now he listened to his wife's scolding and recalled his son's vitality before he was not injured and his current ill-tempered appearance in bed.

If there weren't those bamboo pieces, maybe my son would be able to work in the mountains early tomorrow morning.

After feeling guilty for a night, Liu Yuanhe got up before dawn the next day.

After breakfast, I picked up the snakeskin bag and walked into the mountains.

Everything was just as he expected, and the oranges in the mountains were indeed harmed a lot.

However, not all of them were harmed, and there are still many good fruits to pick.

After picking oranges, when I got home, I learned from my wife that my son had gone to the toilet again, and it had been half an hour.

Liu Yuanhe subconsciously tightened his chrysanthemum: "Oh, it's a sin, it's fine, why did you let the wild boar poke the butt? Well, I'll go to the town to sell oranges."

"Buy some vegetables and come back." Wu Cuimei ordered.

"I know." After binding the oranges, Liu Yuanhe went to the town alone.

When I arrived at the town boss’s wife, I would inevitably promote the news that my son had been stabbed by a wild boar.

When Liu Qingshan thought of this, he felt very painful.

However, before lunch time, my dad came back.

This surprised the mother and son.

Wu Cuimei opened the hole in the snakeskin bag and saw no oranges except for some miscellaneous things.

She was puzzled: "How come the oranges sold so quickly today? Have you given the oranges to your old looks again?"

"Oh, don't look at people in the cracks of the door, can you look at people flatter them?" Liu Yuanhe took a big mouthful of tea and chewed the fragrant peanuts, and said, "It was a young boss from the city who bought all the oranges at once. I didn't give any of them to anyone else. They were all taken away by that boss."

"Really?" Wu Cuimei was a little suspicious.

"Of course it's true." Liu Yuanhe took out more than 100 yuan from his pocket and patted it on the table, looking very energetic, "Did you see? The money is here? I only picked sixty or seventy kilograms of oranges this morning. After selling the oranges, I bought some vegetables. There are so many left, all of them are here."

Seeing that his tail was almost over the sky, Wu Cuimei poured cold water and said, "Hmph, what's so proud of this hundred yuan? My son can sell bamboo shoots for more than two thousand a day if he digs."

Liu Yuanhe was not angry, but just sneered, "Haha, that was the past. Do you ask him to dig some bamboo shoots and sell them now? If he can sell them for five yuan per pound, I will be able to do it."
Chapter completed!