Chang'an's eyes widened instantly, because she recognized that it was her uncle who ran over.
Just as she was about to shout, she saw her uncle tripped by something and fell heavily to the ground.
The three people chasing him were holding sticks, axes and other objects in their hands. They rushed directly to the fallen person and raised the sticks and carrying poles in their hands to hit him.
"Stop!" Wu also saw her husband fall, screamed in fear, and ran over with Chang'an in her arms.
When she was almost there, she realized that she was still holding her little niece.
Putting Chang'an down, Wu immediately picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground and threw it at those people.
Bang!
"Ouch!"
The stone hit a man's head squarely, and he immediately fell to the ground unconscious.
The remaining two people were shocked when they saw this, and subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the newcomers vigilantly.
Song Sanshun took this opportunity to get up from the ground, stood with his wife, and confronted the two men with a chopping knife in his hand.
Wu looked at her husband and saw that his face was covered in blood. She asked anxiously, "What happened? Where are you hurt? Why are they chasing you?"
Song Sanshun knew why they beat him, but she didn't know that the Zhao family was so bold that they wanted to kill him.
But now was not the time to answer questions. Song Sanshun asked his wife to step back: "Take Chang'an away first, I'll follow behind."
He couldn't beat three people, but now there were only two left, and he could fight to the death.
The remaining two were Song Jizu and his cousin Zhao Quan. They were relieved when they saw that it was Wu.
But the one lying on the ground didn't seem to be in good condition. His head was smashed and blood was flowing all over his head and face.
"Bitch! You killed someone, wait for your death!" Song Jizu sneered sinisterly, holding a carrying pole in his hand and approaching step by step.
"You were the first to commit the crime! Even if it goes to the government, it's none of our business." Wu was shaking with fear. She turned around to hug Chang'an, but found that Chang'an was gone.
She screamed in fear and looked around. Suddenly, she saw Chang'an squatting in the bushes and ran over quickly.
Huahua was also with the young master. She looked at Song Jizu and the other man holding the carrying pole with caution. A cold light flashed in her golden eyes.
Wu picked up Chang'an and turned to run back and forth.
Although she was worried about her husband, she would definitely be a burden to him if she stayed.
Wu didn't see that Huahua rushed out of the bushes, somehow leaped up, and pounced on Song Jizu's face.
The sharp cat claws grew a section at this moment, and scratched Song Jizu's face like steel claws.
"Ah!" Song Jizu was caught off guard and was grabbed by Huahua. Several deep blood marks appeared on his face in an instant. If he hadn't blocked it in time, his eyeballs would have been scratched out by Huahua.
He immediately protected his face and waved his hands wildly, and the carrying pole in his hand fell to the ground.
Song Sanshun rushed over in a few steps, grabbed the carrying pole and hit Song Jizu hard.
Earlier on the mountain, it was Song Jizu who hit him with a carrying pole. If he hadn't been on guard, he would have fallen down in the mountain by now.
After a few hits with the carrying pole, Song Jizu and his little cousin, who had lost their weapons, turned around and ran, not caring about the man who fell to the ground.
Song Sanshun didn't chase them, but limped back.
This is the territory of Zhaojia Village. People with the surname Zhao can always find a few helpers here, so he can't fight.
Song Sanshun and his wife ran all the way home with little Chang'an in their arms, and Huahua followed them.
It was noon at this time. Many villagers saw Song Sanshun with blood all over his head and face, and came to ask: "What happened?"
Song Sanshun sat in his yard and let his wife wipe the blood off his face.
He had a bump on his head, and his arms and back were bruised and lumpy, all from being hit by Song Jizu and his cousin's carrying poles.
"Song Jizu and the Zhao family harmed me." Song Sanshun said truthfully.
Song Laoliu was furious when he heard this: "What? How dare that beast? Does Uncle Baqi know?"
Song Sanshun laughed at himself: "I think he knows." After all, it was his father who urged him to go to the Zhao family.
Song Laoliu slapped his thigh in anger and said, "I'll go find Uncle Baqi and ask him what he means?"
Qian grabbed her husband and whispered, "Tell the clan leader about this first. What's the point of you going to Uncle Baqi? Can you beat him up or something?" When Song Laoliu heard this, he agreed and immediately ran to find the clan leader.
Something like this happened in the village, and this revenge must be avenged, otherwise the people of Songjia Village will be bullied to death when they go outside?
A group of people came and left noisily, and little Chang'an huddled in his uncle's arms, wanting to use the little beads to treat him.
But the little Miaomiao in the palm of her hand began to be disobedient again, and no matter how she called it, it would not come out.
Chang'an blinked, and vaguely understood something.
It seemed that Xiao Miaomiao could only be used once a day, and she had used it once today, so she didn't listen.
What should I do? Uncle has a lot of injuries on his body, it must be very painful.
Chang'an touched his uncle's injured arm and felt a little sad.
That uncle is so bad, when I have the strength, I will definitely avenge my uncle!
The three-year-old child clenched his little fists and made up his mind secretly.
Huahua squatted beside the little master, staring at Chang'an's little hand without blinking.
Just before, the young master gave it a ball of light, and as a result, Huahua became very agile and powerful. Its thin little cat claws instantly turned into sharp claws like a lynx, and it scratched the human's flesh in one go.
If it weren't for protecting the young master, Huahua would have wanted to scratch the human a few more times, and he would definitely not even recognize his mother.
Huahua licked his paws, feeling a little regretful.
It meowed at the young master and rubbed its head against her: Why don't we go to the bamboo forest to catch pheasants now?
It would be a pity not to catch chickens with such powerful claws.
Chang'an glanced at Huahua and actually understood what it meant.
Touching Huahua's back, the little kid stammered, "Okay, okay."
She couldn't treat her uncle today, so she went to catch a pheasant to replenish her uncle's body and make him get better faster.
Afterwards, while everyone was surrounding her uncle, Chang'an took a small shovel and went out.
She didn't go from her uncle's house, but went to the other side.
Goudan saw Changan running towards the bamboo forest behind the village, so he followed him: "Changan, where are you going?"
Changan turned around and saw that it was his friend, and said: "Catch, catch pheasants!"
Goudan's eyes lit up when he heard it: "I'm going too."
"Yes." Changan nodded and said seriously: "If you catch it, I'll give you some meat to eat."
Goudan grinned and nodded heavily: "Let's catch a few more, and then give some to my parents to eat."
It was as if they were not going to catch pheasants, but to catch chickens in the chicken coop.
Two children, one big and one small, followed a big cat and walked into a bamboo forest.
Goudan kept chattering along the way: "Changan, be careful of the bamboo viper. My father said that there are poisonous snakes in the bamboo forest. If you are bitten by a poisonous snake, even the gods can't save you."
Changan nodded.
She was very careful, but it was very difficult to walk in the bamboo forest. There were potholes and she would trip if she was not careful.
"My dad also said that we can't dig the bamboo shoots here, otherwise people will come and beat us." This piece of bamboo forest has its own owner. If the owner finds a child digging bamboo shoots privately, he will come to the door and scold him for three days and three nights.
Chang'an nodded again.
She didn't want to dig bamboo shoots, and she couldn't dig them.
Goudan: "My dad also said that children can't go into the bamboo forest by themselves, otherwise they will be eaten by wild wolves..."
Before he finished speaking, little Chang'an turned to face him and hushed: "Don't, don't make noise. There are, there are pheasants."
He kept chattering and scared away the pheasants.
Goudan blinked and had to shut up.
However, he looked left and right but couldn't see the pheasants.
(End of this chapter)