Hu Feng knew where the red fruit trees were. There was a small forest over there. Several red fruit trees did grow in it. When harvesting peanuts last year, a child fell off the tree and died in order to pick the red fruit.
"Don't go, wait until I finish cutting this point, and go with you."
Bai Zhi bowed his head to clean up the pots and bowls, did not see his serious look, and said that he was just talking, and then he responded casually: "Okay!"
Hu Feng took the sickle and went to work. She carried the things back to the carriage, and then took out the bamboo poles she had brought before and went to the small forest in the distance.
The small forest is some distance away from the wheat field in the village, but it is close to the peanut field. At this time, the big guys are busy harvesting the wheat, and no one is seen on the peanut field.
Walking along the path, just about to enter the grove, two seven- or eight-year-old children rushed out of the grove with a look of bewilderment. One of them fell and fell into the roadside. In the peanut field, the child in front didn't care about him, and ran away lifelessly, as if there was something chasing after him.
The child who stumbled got up from the peanut field, patted the dirt on his body indiscriminately, and ran away with loose hair.
Bai Zhi originally wanted to stop him and ask for a few words, but before she could speak, the child ran away. She had never seen the boy at the front, but she recognized the youngest son of Wang Daniu’s family in the village. Last time, Wang Daniu. When I came to her to buy rice, he brought this boy with him. The boy was very naughty and his mouth was very greedy. At that time, there were a few leftover steamed buns on the table at home. He said that he was hungry, so Zhao Lan gave him One, who knew that the boy hid it in his arms after taking two bites, and said he was hungry.
Zhao Lan was kind, so he asked him to take it by himself. When he was good, he hid the remaining four steamed buns in his arms. Wang Daniu watched it with his own eyes, but didn't say a word. There was a smile in his eyes. Obviously He agreed with his son to do this, and even praised his son's cleverness when he went back.
Later, among the people who pour rice and noodles and sell them, Wang Daniu was there, and Wang Daniu also came to the house to make trouble with her, and he had settled personal grievances with her.
She continued to walk forward, and when she passed the peanut field that was crushed by the Wang family's children, she saw a few red fruits scattered in the ground, as well as a red fruit-covered veil.
A cloud character is embroidered on the veil, which should be his mother's name.
She picked up the veil and the red fruits scattered on the ground, thinking that if she saw the child later, she would return it to him so that he would not go home and be beaten.
After walking a few steps further, she suddenly heard a faint cry for help. She also said that she had misheard. She stood still and listened carefully again. There was indeed a cry for help coming from the forest.
She hurriedly carried the bamboo pole and rushed in. The voice was faint and hoarse. It was obvious that this person was not in a good condition.
Under a tall red fruit tree, she found the person calling for help, who turned out to be a child, eight or nine years old, beside him, there were many red fruits scattered on the green-gray cloth shirt, and dark red colors could be seen everywhere. Spots, with the current situation, it is really hard to tell whether the spots are blood or the juice of red fruits.
She dropped the bamboo pole in her hand and rushed to the child, "What's the matter with you? What happened?" She stretched out her hand to clasp the child's wrist pulse. The pulse was fast and there were no signs of weakness. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The child looked at her pale, with tears rolling in his eyes: "It hurts, it hurts!"