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Chapter 350 Flying disaster

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    When we collectively took the honor back to the school, the whole school was boiling!  This is a competition within the entire Greater Chengdu area!  On such a high-level stage, it is not easy to be able to win the first place!

    And the group photo of our 40 people has also become one of the school's publicity materials, and it is permanently stored in the formation hall

    After the game, we ushered in a happy weekend.

    The weather is still very hot recently, and there is no feeling of cooling down.

    For dinner, we will settle it in the courtyard dam.

    It is very pleasant to have a dinner in the courtyard in summer!  Not only can you feel the summer evening breeze, but you can also watch the stars while eating. The spiritual feeling is not ordinary comfort!

    Uncle Yao's family didn't go to work today, and my parents also took time to come back, so today is a small gathering for our whole family.

    Round tables, small benches, and all kinds of delicious home-cooked dishes were served one by one.

    Preserved eggs and stewed pork ribs, these two should be the main dishes tonight.

    Although preserved eggs are worthless, the local eggs laid by the hens at home are used as raw materials, and the old masters on the street are invited to come to the house to make them.

    Eggs Duck eggs are wrapped in a layer of secret lime water, sprinkled with some sawdust, and kept in the shade for a period of time, waiting for the chemical reaction of the preserved eggs.

    After the time is up, lightly knock off the shell of the preserved egg. After peeling off, a perfect preserved egg presents a crystal clear color. After the protein reacts, it turns light yellow.

    Wrapped with a snowflake-like object, this is the pine flower.

    "Tian Shiquan, hurry up, don't be polite, this is a preserved egg that we only made!" Grandpa greeted Mr. Yao.

    "Okay, yes! Uncle!" Yaogu said with a smile.

    "Have you kept the preserved egg for a long time? It's still easy!" Father Yao said, and took another piece of preserved egg into his mouth by the way.

    I also took the opportunity to eat a piece of preserved egg, cut into a small tooth, covered with sugar and soy sauce on the surface, and put it in my mouth. It is delicious and refreshing. The center of the preserved egg has a slightly sugary heart, which tastes unique.  , only so comfortable!

    "This preserved egg was made last month, and we called someone to come to the house to make it." Grandma explained.

    "Casual, don't be polite!" Mom also greeted everyone with a smile.

    The chicken feet and some other bones were thrown directly on the ground, waiting to be swept away after the meal.

    Because it was already past the afternoon, the chicken garden had already been opened, and all the chickens locked in it ran out, looking for something to eat while walking.

    And under the table became their main battlefield, three or two chickens crowded around under the table, looking for their favorite food.

    I wanted to feed them some rice, but hesitated for a while, afraid that grandpa would say me.

    After all, the chickens have been fed, and the rice is planted with hard work, so it cannot be wasted!  The rice the chickens eat is different from ours, so don't take care of them!

    While hesitating, there was a sudden "bang", next to grandma, next to Grandpa Yao, the beer bottle exploded.

    "Oh, what's wrong!" Dad Yao was taken aback.

    In fact, I was also afraid. The sound just now made my heart beat faster suddenly, as if I was about to get out of my body.

    "Huh~" He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tension just now.

    "Forget it, just take another bottle!" Dad said with a smile, as if he was afraid that Grandpa Yao would blame himself, and he personally re-opened a bottle of beer for Grandpa Yao and put it on the table.

    I was about to continue serving the bowl to eat, and I felt a bit itchy on the legs, as if ants were crawling on them, and the range of itching was still increasing, with a tendency to move downwards.

    "What's going on?" The food is good, where did the ants come from!  I was speechless for a while, ready to kill the ants.

    When I lowered my head, I was taken aback!

    About five centimeters below the knee of the right leg, there was an opening the size of a fingernail, surrounded by blood!

    The blood flowed out along the opening, and was constantly moving down~

    I gently backed away from the stool, stood up, took a step back, and shouted: "Grandma, get some medicine, my feet are bad~"

    After I finished speaking, I just stood there calmly, waiting for everyone's reaction.

    "What kind of medicine?" Grandma stood up suspiciously. Before she could come to me, Dad Yao yelled first: "Wow! Ren Tao, what's wrong with your leg! Why are you bleeding so much?"

    "That's right! Sit down quickly! What's the matter?" Mom panicked.

    "?Didn¡¯t the beer bottle explode and get scratched just now?  "Grandpa Yao deduced.

    "Well, that's right, the glass residue from the burst beer bottle just scratched me."

    "Does it hurt?" Mom asked again.

    "It hurts a bit, and the wound feels a bit big~" After I finished speaking, everyone stopped eating and made a mess in an instant

    Mom quickly moved a chair over, helped me sit down, checked my wound, and motioned for me to straighten my leg.

    The grandparents walked quickly to the back room together, looking for the precious medicines at home.

    "Is there any glass debris in it?" Dad also asked worriedly.

    And Mr. Yao and Dad Yao, one with a mobile phone for lighting, and the other with a torch for lighting, providing light sources at the scene.

    Grandma held a bowl of water, took the small pills from grandpa, and let me take it.

    "Eat this, the bleeding will stop quickly." Grandma said solemnly.

    "It's not that serious. Just take the medicine directly. You don't need to take this. It's better to keep it." I declined.

    The small pill in grandma's hand also came from that bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.

    There is only one pill of this kind in a bottle, and it is said that this pill was taken only when he suffered a large wound and it was difficult to stop the bleeding.

    It is equivalent to the feeling of a quick hemostatic pill.

    This bottle of medicine was given to grandma by her uncle when she was young and just married to grandpa.

    It's this bottle of medicine, with a capacity of less than five milliliters. It has been in my house for almost forty years, right?  There is still a small half bottle.

    How could I possibly take the pill at this time?  That would be such a waste!  In case of a more serious wound in the future, wouldn't there be no other way?

    But in the end, I still didn't twist my grandma, and she forcefully stuffed the small pill.

    Grandma has loved me since I was a child, and always wanted to leave the best for me, and this moment is definitely no exception.

    After taking the pill, my mother took the small bottle and sprinkled white medicine on my wound.

    The light yellow powder covered the bright red blood, and the blood slowly soaked into the white medicine, and the light yellow powder turned dark red, gradually breaking out. My mother hurriedly sprinkled some more to ease its spread  .

    Another application of medicine, another bandage, and after some operations, everyone was relieved from the nervousness.

    I also really felt the care and love from my family.

    Although the leg was injured, but the heart is very happy!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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