Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Chapter 132 Fu Bao dreamed of lots and lots of blood again

It was already the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month when the sky was filled with snow.

Piaoliasa lasted all day and night, and early the next morning, the roofs of each household were covered with a thick layer. Although each household had been renovated and maintained in advance, the villagers still had to pay attention to such a big snow. First time seeing it.

Without waiting for the village chief's prompting, every household began to clear the snow from their houses. Most of the houses in the village were made of mud houses and thatched roofs. If the pressure was too great, they might collapse at any time.

Fu Bao's family was not in a hurry to clear the snow, but just cleared the walkways in front of each house, because Fu Bao said that after the heavy snowfall, he and his friends would build snowmen.

After discussing with the clan elders, the master gave the children a holiday. Although they only studied for just over twenty days, the children learned a lot. It felt like everyone in the village spoke differently, as if they had really grown up. A scholarly village.

Fu Bao was stuffed on the earthen kang in the room, with plenty of charcoal burning underneath, and he didn't feel the cold at all.

Even when she brushed her teeth and washed her face, her mother wouldn't let her go out for fear of freezing her. Grandma Yan even built a stove in the house to simmer porridge at all times for fear that she would be hungry.

The person on duty at the entrance of the village came again. He was not in a hurry and asked Yan Yongyi directly for roll call.

The Yan family has become accustomed to this situation. Now Zimo and Yan Yongyi have a very high status in the hearts of the villagers. The young and middle-aged people in the village always like to discuss things with them.

"What happened again?"

Yan Dushi saw him going out and asked more questions. Yan Yongyi looked at his wife whose belly was getting more and more protruding, put his arms around her waist and leaned against him, comforting her: "It's okay, remember to take Fu Bao wherever you go. Go, the ground outside is slippery and it’s easy to fall. Ask Yun Niang and the others to bring it to you when you eat, so don’t go out.”

Mrs. Yan Du's heart felt warm. She was most fortunate to be able to marry into the Yan family. Now that she has Fu Bao and will have two sons in the future, she doesn't have to think about anything else.

But after Yan Yongyi went out, he walked into his parents' house again. He didn't know what he said, but when he went out again, he had an extra bag of grain in his hand.

Before Fu Bao could build his snowman, disaster struck the village.

At night, Fu Bao slept extremely uneasily. In the first half of the night, he kept tossing and turning, groaning in discomfort, but his eyes were closed.

Grandma Du came over to see her once, but she said there was nothing wrong with her. She felt no fever even when she touched her forehead.

"Did she get angry after eating something? Don't let the charcoal burn too hot. Remember to feed her more warm water."

After drinking a few sips of warm water, I finally fell asleep, but my little hand kept holding Grandma Yan, and she seemed very nervous. Even when I first arrived at Yan's house, this situation never happened. Grandma Yan didn't sleep all night. Okay, keep guarding her.

But when it was getting close to dawn, Fu Bao suddenly burst into tears. He cried more sadly than ever before, and his voice was clear and clear. It spread far in the otherwise silent village. Except for the snoozing children, the whole village was full of people. Everyone was alarmed.

This time, she opened her eyes and still grabbed grandma's clothes. Grandma Yan quickly asked her: "Fu Bao, tell grandma, what kind of nightmare did you have?"

"A lot of blood." There were no more words to ask.

Hearing what Fu Bao said, the couple couldn't sleep: When they talked about the drought, Fu Bao also said that he had seen a lot of blood, and he was afraid that something big was going to happen this time.

The old couple quickly got dressed, and Fu Bao was also wrapped up thickly. Yan Yongyi also helped his mother-in-law Du Shi over and asked her to accompany Fu Bao.

After listening to what his parents said, Yan Yongyi called Uncle Liu to check the area around the house again, and Zimo and he each ate two bowls of porridge and went out for a walk.

Yan Yongyi didn't say anything specific to Zimo, but Zimo didn't feel at ease after Fu Bao bothered him so much one night. He went out to see if there were any problems with the village's protection. He was afraid that the defenders would let down their psychological defenses on a snowy day and let Zimo The refugees took advantage of the snowy weather to take advantage of the situation.

After eating a few mouthfuls of porridge, I wanted Fu Bao to go back to sleep, but Fu Bao gave up.

"Grandma, get out."

"I'm afraid it's not peaceful outside, so why don't you stay at home? Grandma will roast two sweet potatoes for you, and we'll talk about it after Daddy and Uncle Zimo come back, okay?"

"Go to the door."

Grandma Yan thought Fu Bao was frightened yesterday and wanted to go out for some air.

When they opened the door, Shohou and Dunzi stood out first. This was what Zimo had repeatedly told them. Qiuli stopped following behind and stepped in front of Grandma Yan and Fu Bao. Even the snow falling under the eaves was gone. He was blocked by the three of them.

The snow was very heavy overnight, and the surrounding area of ​​the village was completely covered in white. It was hard to see the original appearance. Some villagers began to climb on the roofs to sweep the snow again. It seemed that they would not be able to sleep well at night.

Fu Bao's clothes were too thick, and Grandma Yan could hardly hold him, so she quickly changed hands and let the old man take over. Fu Bao had a good appetite during this period, and his little face became chubby and heavier after eating.

The distant mountains are still white and nothing can be seen. Does Fubao want to go to the village entrance to have a look?

After all, he still had some telepathy. Grandpa also felt that if something happened, it must be at the entrance of the village or on the river banks on both sides. Maybe if he went out, Fu Bao could see something?

The village would have been quicker to take precautions. In fact, Fu Bao was also a little confused and just wanted to go out for some air. Since last night, besides dreaming about snow, she always felt as if someone was grabbing her throat and she couldn't breathe. Angry.

She looked carefully at everyone in her family, including her own house. She didn't see any dark clouds. Could it be something happening in the village?

Several adults and black girls walked around a child to the entrance of the village and then came back. Could it be that they really came to see the few people they were on duty? Can they have such a big face? Moreover, Yan Yongyi and Zimo just passed by.

The villagers who saw them felt a little strange. How could a three or four year old child be allowed to do whatever he wanted? It's such a cold weather, it's dangerous outside, and I don't stay home for a long time. I really feel like something is wrong.

When he turned back, Fubao pointed to the drying area in front of him and let him walk over. This location was slightly higher than other places. Except for the most remote houses, you could basically see the whole village.

Fu Bao also knew that grandpa was tired and asked him to put himself down.

"It's not white over there." Fubao suddenly said.

"Many people have swept the snow off their roofs!" Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan thought Fu Bao had seen other people's roofs, so they quickly explained to her.

"It's black over there."

The word black is the most sensitive word, so Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan now wear indigo or brown clothes, and they feel a little uncomfortable when they occasionally wear black.

"Fubao, are they black clouds? Are they on the roof?" There must be no black clouds on this snowy day. If Fubao said there were, it would be a disaster. They really hoped that Fubao could deny this word.

Shouhou and Dunzi were far away. Although he could vaguely hear their conversation, he thought they were playing riddles! Qiuli was heartless and thought that the great-grandfather and great-grandmother were trying to coax Fu Bao.