On the table, there is a new garment that has not yet been sewn.

"The stitches are white. How many times have I told you not to rely on your good water skills to tell you to be careful when fishing." The woman's hands washing the rice gradually became harder, as if she was letting out a sigh of relief.

After exerting force, he lost his mind and said: "If I had known better, I would have done some work and sewed it earlier."

For the huge Qinglongchuan area, it was only a small fisherman who died.

But for a family, it is the husband, the father, and the pillar of the family who dies.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

The little boy who was playing with the wooden sword trotted to open the door.

He is somewhat dark, has a big head, and has a lot of moles on his face, which makes him not pretty.

This child, nicknamed Wang Mazi, is still young and does not understand death very well. He even feels that his father does not mean what he says.

The little boy pushed open the wooden door and leaned out nervously.

There is no one outside the house.

A bright red sweet and sour candied haws stick stuck on the ground.
Chapter completed!