Chapter 17

In the original owner's heart, has been regarded as the future mother-in-law, unexpectedly behind such slander! I don't blame the original owner for his despair.

"Father and mother, second sister, younger brother, and mother's baby son."

Feng Baitao's eyes were bright and clean. "We don't have to care about the irrelevant people. After we have money and developed, they will come to the door and kneel down to lick it, then they will fight directly! "

The crowd listened to Feng Baitao's heroic words, and a smile appeared on their faces. Although I know that what Baitao said is just ideal, how can this money be earned so easily?

"Niang, what do you mean by kneeling and licking?"

"You're in a hurry to curry favor with us?" Feng Ankang's eyes are dark, and he looks very bright and lovely. After listening to Feng Baitao's explanation, he doesn't understand.

Feng Baixing said: "sister, you are right! I hope they didn't ask for our business. What about those clay bricks? Throw it away? "

"Why do you throw it away? Since they are unlucky, it's their loss if they don't want it. It's useless if we use it. Why don't we use it for nothing?"

"What? Sister, didn't you just say to return it? " Feng Baixing was puzzled.

Feng Baitao was slightly embarrassed. Her face didn't change. She said with a strong voice, "isn't that what they don't want?"

"Yes, I'm right!" Feng Jianmu raised his head and looked at his sister's face with admiration. The elder sister is very powerful. She can say so many things.

Because Feng Baitao fainted, the whole family was guarding her around the thatched cottage that night. There were two cots on the ground, and all the quilts were on the ground.

There is almost no room for a small hut. It's very sad to see it.

She absolutely can't let her parents, siblings and son continue to live such a life. Thinking of that dream, Feng Baitao has to make sure whether it is a dream or not.

"Mom and Dad, I'm ok. Let's build the house quickly so that we can live comfortably. I'll help, too. "

"Tao'er, just have us. Let Ann accompany you in the room. Your father and I, as well as your younger brother and sister, just have their help. We will be able to build the house before dark today. With those clay bricks, we should be able to make two rooms with a little more. "

Zhou's face was a little stiff. Maybe he was too sad. Now it's very unnatural to laugh. It's even worse than crying.

Feng Baitao thought about it and decided whether the place was real or not, so he refused.

After they went out, Feng Baitao picked an up.

Although the child is five years old, he doesn't have any weight. It's full of bones. It's really distressing. But even so, Feng Baitao still found it hard to hold him.

It's enough to see how weak the body is.

"My dear, will you sleep with me?" Feng Baitao takes a look at the man lying beside him. He suddenly sits up and puts Feng Ankang beside him.

I forgot him. I don't know if my parents took care of him.

"Mother?" The little guy is staring at Feng Baitao with dark eyes, for fear that she will disappear.

"Well behaved, you have a rest first, and my mother will sit here with you, OK?" Feng Ankang nodded heavily, and his little girl moved out.

Maybe he was too tired. He soon fell asleep. His small face was thin and his whole body shrank into a ball. Feng Baitao pitifully covers the quilt for him, and his eyes fall on the man again.

His wound was covered with gauze. Although his face was still pale, the purple and black of his lips had receded a lot. It seemed that his parents had not forgotten to give him medicine.

She remembers telling her family about the use of these herbs, but she doesn't know if her family used them.

Feng Baitao stretched himself, but found that he was very comfortable.

Even the head doesn't hurt at all.

She raised her wrist and saw that there was a faint green bamboo print on the inside of her wrist?

Feng Baitao gently pressed the bamboo seal, but it didn't hurt at all. She tried hard to wipe it, but it couldn't be wiped off. Feng Baitao suddenly thought of the exquisite bamboo house, and her heart moved. Sure enough, the next moment, she saw a piece of white fog in front of her eyes.

This kind of feeling makes Feng Baitao feel like a treasure!

This shows that this place really exists. Great! Feng Baitao came out of the space and tried again. He found that only he could go in and things could be brought in, but he could not bring others in.

Although a little disappointed, the existence of this space has been a great golden finger for her.