Chapter 142： take in

Uncle Jiang is scolding his great-grandson in the yard. "You little bastard! If you don't put on the roof for one day! If you take out the cotton and exchange it for candy again, I will twist off your ears!"

Jiang Sanlang patted Chaimen: "Uncle."

Uncle Jiang was startled and quickly ran over to open the door, "Oh, it's Sanlang, come in quickly!"

Jiang Sanlang walked into the yard and asked: "Uncle, haven't there been any bandits here?"

"Ah? No." Uncle Jiang pulled Jiang Sanlang into the house, "But I have heard people say this. Why, are you being bandited?"

Jiang Sanlang nodded, stopped and said, "Uncle, to be honest, our family just escaped from the bandits and we would like to stay with you for a while. Isn't it convenient?"

Uncle Jiang said angrily: "What do you mean it's inconvenient? I'm your uncle. You can live here as long as you want. Come on, I'll ask your cousin to make some rooms for you."

He has always been indebted to his brother because his wife was unvirtuous and forced him to leave and let him go out and start his own business.

Even though many years have passed since this incident, my wife has passed away, and the gap between the two families has long been gone, the guilt in my heart can never be erased.

He turned around and said to his eldest son who came out after hearing the sound: "Hurry up and make a few more rooms for your uncle. There are so many of them that we won't be able to live in them."

Jiang Jiu responded, said hello to Jiang Sanlang, and then asked his wife and children to clean the house.

Jiang Sanlang: "There are more than a dozen of us in the family, as well as my daughter's husband's family. Then I will trouble you, uncle."

"Sanlang, you're too outspoken. You can't say it's troublesome. Where are your father and the others? Call them over quickly." Uncle Jiang looked out the door.

"They are all outside the village. I will call them right now." Jiang Sanlang said.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Uncle Jiang followed Jiang Sanlang out of the yard and hurried out of the village.

When the two old brothers met, they sighed again.

Uncle Jiang took his younger brother, Old Man Jiang, by the hand and walked home, comforting him: "Don't worry, the bandits can't reach our poor mountain ravine. You can stay here until the court sends troops to drive them away. It won't be too late to go back."

The group of people walked into Uncle Jiang’s house. Jiang Jiu had already asked his wife and children to clean up several rooms.

Jiang Jiu is in his forties this year. His two sons are married and his grandson is several years old.

Considering that his uncle’s family had a large population, he asked his son to give up the newly built house for his uncle’s family to live temporarily.

The new house has three rooms in total, plus two side rooms.

Mrs. Wen shares a room with her daughter Wen Shu and her nanny, while Ying Bao shares a room with her parents, brother, and puppy.

Grandma Jiang Liu lives in the same house as her eldest aunt Zhou, her second aunt Yanru, and her eldest daughter Ni Erni.

Jiang Dalang and his eldest son, second son and younger son lived in one house each with Jiang Erlang, Hu Zi, Wei Zhan and Wen Fu, a servant of Mrs. Wen's family.

It was hard for everyone to find a place to rest, and they simply lay down.

Yingbao was also very tired. She didn't even eat dinner and fell asleep on the kang.

I will sleep until the next morning.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt that it was bright and bright. The two brothers beside me were still sleeping soundly, and my parents were no longer on the kang.

Ying Bao still didn't want to move, so she lay on the kang and looked around.

This house seems to be newly built, the straw yellow mud plastered on the walls is very bright, the window lattice is also new, and even the smell of tung oil has not disappeared.

But there are not many decent pieces of furniture in the house, so the owner is probably not rich.

After a while, Ying Bao got up, put on her coat, got off the kang, found her own shoes and put them on.

The thick mud on the soles of the shoes has been scraped away and the uppers have been baked. It must have been done by my mother-in-law when she got up early in the morning.

Out of the house, the sky was clear and the sun had already risen to the treetops.

The aunt, the second aunt, and the aunt are working in the kitchen. Uncle Jiang's daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law are talking to them.

 Yingbao went to the latrine outside and came back and saw Youyou being watched by several children.

Among these children are not only Uncle Jiang’s great-grandson, but also several neighbor children. Grandpa Jiang’s great-grandson Ying Bao knows each other because they went to Dongchen Village when their second uncle got married. One is named Jiang Chong and the other is named Jiang Mao. They are both honest children who are neither naughty nor troublesome.

Yoyou saw Ying Bao and immediately kicked up her hooves excitedly.

Yingbao walked over, touched its head, untied the rope, and led it outside.

“Little aunt, can I ride it?” five-year-old Jiang Mao asked timidly. He had seen this little aunt riding a deer, so he really wanted to ride it.

Yingbao: "It has no saddle and cannot be ridden."

Seeing Jiang Mao's face slump, he added, "Wait until I put a saddle on it and then let you ride it. It's hungry now and wants to eat grass."

Jiang Mao’s eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Yingbao led the deer out of the yard, with several children following behind her like tails. It was inconvenient for her to get some green crops from the cave for Youyou to eat.

However, you can use your bag as a cover and take some wheat from the cave to feed Youyou. These children should not be able to tell anything.

Yingbao glanced at the children behind him, took out a handful of wheat from the bag, handed it to the deer's mouth, and let it lick it slowly.

“How do you feed it wheat?” A child asked in surprise: “Don’t your father beat you?”

Before Ying Bao could say anything, his seven-year-old nephew Jiang Chong said, "Grandpa Third doesn't know how to hit my little aunt."

The neighbor's child was puzzled: "Why? She dares to waste food. Doesn't her father care?"

If he dares to do this, his parents will definitely spread his ass.

“Hmph! My little aunt is a little fairy. Let alone feed the deer wheat, even if she feeds the deer dry rice, the third grandpa will not beat her!”

Jiang Chong went to Third Grandpa’s house twice, and every time he heard people comment that his little aunt was a little fairy child.

Even my great-grandfather said that the cotton and golden ears he grew at home were given by the fairy boy, so he built several new houses.

Since the little aunt is a fairy child, no matter what she does, it is allowed. Jiang Chong understands this.

Yingbao:…

Okay, whatever he says, I'm so used to it that I'm numb.

When the other children heard this, they couldn't help but secretly look at the girl in front of them.

Not to mention, he seems to be really different from ordinary children.

The children felt a sense of reverence and even panted slightly while walking, for fear of disturbing the little fairy child.

Looking at Jiang Chong and Jiang Mao again, they followed closely behind Ying Bao in a high-spirited manner, with their chins raised high, like two proud little roosters.

After draining Yoyou of urine and feces, and finding a small pond for the deer to drink, Yingbao led the deer back.

Suddenly, many people poured into the village. They were staggering, dirty, and carrying bamboo baskets and quilts on their backs, like refugees who had come from afar.

“Yingbao! Yingbao!” A person saw her and the deer from a distance and ran over quickly.

"Uncle Chen Yin?" Yingbao finally recognized that the man running over was Chen Yin, the second son of Chen Cunzheng.

I saw that his hair was unkempt, his clothes were all muddy and muddy, and he even had no shoes on his feet.

Chen Yin rushed over, hugged Ying Bao and cried loudly: "I have found you...wuwuwuwu...save my dad..."

Then Yingbao was brought to Chen Sanyou by Chen Yin.

At this time, Chen Sanyou was leaning on his eldest son, his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched, his face was sallow and his limbs were twitching, which looked not good at first sight.

Yingbao felt his pulse, took a look at his eyelids, and said, "Grandpa Chen San has had a stroke."

"Huh?" Chen Yin was dumbfounded when he heard this. He couldn't help but howled again, and knelt down in front of Chen Sanyou: "Dad! Daddy..."

Yingbao pushed Chen Yin: "Don't get in the way, I want to **** his blood and treat him."