Chapter 67： visit grandpa's house

Li Xiu'e felt sorry for her son, and stayed with him all night. Seeing that his fever had subsided, she couldn't help but reprimanded her son. Her voice was eight degrees high, and she could hear it clearly even in the stables.

Heifeng's **** eyes flickered, he kept looking at Su Zixuan's room, and neighed a few times in a low voice, expressing his rare apology.

After this incident, Su Zixuan finally got Xiao Maju's approval, and since then he has formed a deep friendship with each other.

Su Zixuan also got his wish. In the spring of the following year, the flowers bloomed, and he rode the long-awaited pony and galloped in the fields, enjoying himself happily.

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The end of the new year is approaching, and the colleges in the county are on vacation. Su Hu and his wife went to the county to pick up their daughter. The family reunited, happily bought new year's goods, and prepared for the new year.

Both of Su Hu's parents died, and he was raised by his grandfather. When Doudou was born, the old man passed away, and the family has no elders since then.

Li Xiu'e's parents are still alive. There is an older brother and two older sisters who are the youngest daughters of the family.

The Li family lives in Daliushu Village on the other side of the river. They have five acres of Susukida and grow vegetables for a living, so they are not considered rich.

When Li Tou was young, he worked as an apprentice carpenter for several years and was good at making stools. When the farm is slack, I make scattered small items by myself and bring them to the town to sell.

Su Hu was injured a few years ago and couldn't hunt, and his life was poor. Lao Li and his wife felt sorry for their little girl, and often asked their eldest son to send some rice noodles to help them survive.

Su Hu is kind-hearted, and keeps the old couple's kindness in his heart. Now that his family's life is prosperous, he also reciprocates. Every year and festival, he will buy generous New Year's goods to honor the old couple.

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The day before New Year's Eve, Su Hu took his three children and crossed the river by boat with New Year's goods on their backs, and went to his grandfather's house to deliver New Year's goods.

The three children were all wrapped up tightly, wearing capes, hats, and scarves.

Especially Su Qingluo, who was small and wrapped thickly, wrapped into a small rice dumpling.

Su Hu was carrying a large basket, while Qiaojie and Doudou each carried a basket full of New Year's goods.

Since Su Qingluo got the storage ring, she abandoned the small basket.

In order not to arouse suspicion, I also carried a small basket in a decent manner, filled some dried mushrooms, honored the two old people, and asked them to cook mushroom soup to drink.

The father and son crossed the river by boat, stepped on the unmelted snow, and walked carefully along the mountain path.

"Plop."

Doudou's feet slipped and she fell to the ground, rubbing the snow all over her face.

"Giggle."

Sister Qiao watched him get up from the ground clumsily, patted Xue Mozi depressedly, and couldn't help giggling coquettishly.

Doudou became playful, and while her sister was not paying attention, she scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, kneaded it into a snowball, and threw it at the back of Qiaojie's head.

Good aim, right on target.

Qiaojie became angry immediately, and also took the snow from the ground, kneaded it into snowballs, and started to fight back.

The two brothers and sisters came and went, neither of them would give in, they chased and fought and ran forward.

Su Hu watched the two children play, grinning and holding Su Qingluo's little hand to prevent her from slipping.

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"Father, come quickly."

Suddenly, Qiaojie and Doudou's anxious shouts came from ahead, Su Hu tensed up, and pulled Su Qingluo forward in big strides.

"Father, look, is he dead?"

When they came close, the siblings pointed to a little boy with a muddy face and ragged clothes, who was lying on the side of the road. His face turned pale with fright, and he dared not approach him.

"Father, let me see."

Su Qingluo let go of Su Hu's hand, walked to the boy's side with her short legs, and stretched her soft little fingers to the tip of his nose to check his breath.

There is a faint breath, not a dead person.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her right hand into her bosom, and took out a small white jade bottle containing the elixir from the storage ring hanging around her neck.