Chapter 3

Most of the bowl of black noodles is mushy. It's as clear as water. If you go down with chopsticks, you can't get anything. This is the dinner for father and son. No, it should be breakfast? The ancient people in poor families ate two meals. Judging from the appearance of steamed buns, they probably haven't eaten them today. Otherwise, they won't be able to have dinner this afternoon.

Looking down at a few pieces of sweet potatoes in his bowl, and then looking at the small steamed buns that he ate with relish, Ling Jingxuan moved his heart and took the sweet potatoes to the small steamed bun Lingwu bowl.

"Thank you, Dad. Have a good meal."

Ling Wu was so happy that his eyes narrowed into crescent shaped, just a piece of sweet potato.

"Xiaowen also..."

"No, I'm enough. Dad, you eat it. Milk says that we don't have money to buy meat to supplement our body. At least we have to eat enough."

When Ling Jingxuan's chopsticks reach out to Ling Wen, the small steamed stuffed bun hides far away with his hand covering the mouth of the bowl, and his small eyebrows wrinkle into a ball.

Is moved is also heartache?

The more mature and sensible the big steamed buns are, the more miserable he is in his heart. He would like to take them to a big fish and meat sea for a meal, but This family is not so poor. Even if he hasn't looked at it carefully, he can guess that the meager black flour paste is their daily staple food, which is hard to maintain.

"That father ate by himself, Xiaowen, do we have a well?"

Bear down the rapid upward flow of tears, Ling Jingxuan also no longer entangled, pick up the bowl to eat and ask.

"How could it be? It's expensive to have someone dig a well! "

Big bun reflexive way, and then strange looking at Ling Jingxuan: "Dad, why don't you remember that we have wells?"

"Ha ha Dad is not stupid in those years. He can't remember a lot of things. How can we do with our water? "

If you can't even cope with small steamed stuffed buns, Ling Jingxuan will really live in vain.

"Oh, we eat water from milk or from the river."

After all, he is only a child of four or five years old. No matter how smart and mature he is, he can't detect the loopholes in and out of Ling Jingxuan's words. When Ling Wen gets a seemingly logical answer, he doesn't have to worry about it.

"Is it?"

It seems that the family is not only poor, but also difficult to drink water. No wonder the two buns and himself are dirty. Originally, he planned to take a bath for the buns and clean up the house when he was strong enough to finish eating. Now it seems that he can't do it. This one is too weak and has been in a coma for several days. It will be nice not to bring water back and not fall into the river The first thing you have to do to make money is to solve the problem of difficulty in eating. The secret doctor is also a doctor. Although he has no habit of cleanliness, he doesn't like dirt all over his body.

"Eat quickly. When you're finished, take me to the river."

Since there is no water for bathing at home, can we go to the river? He didn't believe it. It was so difficult to take a bath.

"Well..."

"Touch!"

"Ling Jingxuan, you shameless monster, get out of here and dare to beat my big girl. I'll fight with you, Ling Jingxuan..."

Two little buns still have time to say anything, outside suddenly burst out a rude kick on the door, followed by the woman's vulgar curse, the smile on the face of the small bun disappeared, Ling Wu small body a shake, subconsciously to Ling Jingxuan side, Ling Wen embarrassed to look at his father and then look at his brother, three or two after drinking the black paste in the bowl, got up and went out.

"Don't be afraid. Go with dad."

Full of warm eyes suddenly turn cold, Ling Jingxuan led a small bun to follow out.

"Go away, you little bastard..."

"Touch!"

At the door, as soon as Ling Wencai opened the rickety wooden door, she was slapped by a woman in coarse linen clothes, and her thin body stepped back several steps before sitting on the ground. The woman did not even look at the steamed buns that she patted flying, and rushed in with a half-sized boy.

Ling Jingxuan leads his little son to step out of the door to see this scene. Sen Leng glances at the woman. Ling Jingxuan pulls Ling Wu to stride towards Ling Wen, who is struggling to stand up with tears.

"Ling Jingxuan, you shameless dog. Even my son dares to fight. I'll fight with you."

Seeing Ling Jingxuan himself, the woman rolled up her sleeves and rushed over. She raised her hand and wanted to give him a slap. But Ling Jingxuan was not Ling Jingxuan before. How could she let her beat and scold him? As soon as the left hand lifted, she grasped her small arm precisely, and Sen Leng's frightening sight shot at her suddenly: "roll!"

The woman obviously didn't expect that Ling Jingxuan would dare to fight back. She couldn't help being stunned on the spot. Ling Jingxuan gently pushed a roller like an ice bead.

"Oh, feed my mother..."

Ignoring the woman's eagerness, Ling Jingxuan went over and squatted in front of the big bun, grabbed his wrist and checked his body carefully. When he saw his red and swollen cheek, he suddenly killed people. Damn it, she dared to lay such a heavy hand on a child of four or five years old.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

Next to the small bun hanging tears, trembling to touch the brother's red cheek, fingers gently rub on it, the golden beans snap down."No pain, Dad. I'm ok. She's the mother of the big girl. She's the one who was pulled down by you that day. She comes to the door every day to scold her. Fortunately, milk comes here every day..."

His two finger wide small face was swollen like a steamed bun. It could not be without pain. However, big baozi tried to resist tears and touch his brother's head. He turned his head and blurted his tongue to report the woman's identity. Before he finished, Ling Jingxuan pulled him close to his arms: "cry out when you feel pain, and dad will protect you."

"Woo Dad "Dad..."

As soon as he was stiff, he put his two slender arms around his neck. The big bun could not help but cry in his neck.

"Dad..."

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan held up his arms and let the two children cry in his arms. He swore to himself secretly that this was the last time that he would never let anyone touch them again.

In less than an hour, Ling Jingxuan not only accepted his present identity, but also regarded the two steamed buns as his own sons from the bottom of his heart.

"Son of a bitch, a shameless monster, how dare you..."

The woman who had been pushed away finally came back to her senses. She put her hands on her hips and pointed at her father and son. She was so vulgar and vicious that the young man next to her also looked like a cowherd and a dog's eyes looked down on others. She was buried in Ling Jingxuan's arms and wept at the same time. Ling Wu drilled into his arms, while Ling Wen wiped away his tears and was ready to stand out to help his father Words, but by Ling Jingxuan a to pull back.

"Just leave it to Dad."

Ignoring the villain woman's spitting, Ling Jingxuan meets the puzzled eyes of the big steamed bun, reaches out his finger and flicks his forehead. When his eyes turn to the woman, his affectionate indulgence disappears completely. Instead, he is cold and murderous.

The woman who is scolding in the fun can't help but be stunned. She shivers reflexively. Isn't Ling Jingxuan stupid? How could a fool's eyes be so terrible?

"Don't let me say it a third time, get out of here!"

Every word is like a hailstone. Can ordinary people resist the murderous spirit accumulated in more than ten years of previous life?

The woman was scared to step back, but after bumping into her son, she straightened her chest again and scolded, "why, you shameless monster, do you dare to attack my mother? Believe it or not, I asked you to soak the pig cage? A big man doesn't know which wild man has a big stomach and gives birth to two little bastards, even if he has to force his face to live? You don't feel shameful. I'm ashamed of you. If you had found a strong tree trunk to hang yourself, you'd have disgraced everyone in Lingjia village, the dead monster of dog day... "

"Pa pa pa pa..."

Ling Jingxuan pushed the two children behind her and patted Lingwen on the shoulder to show him to look at his younger brother. His thin and thin body rushed to the woman, holding her collar in one hand, bowing left and right with the other, slapping her several big mouths, which made the woman forget to fight back, and her dark cheeks and eyes watched It's swollen.

"Ah ah..."

Until the corner of the woman's mouth bleeding blood, Ling Jingxuan just disliked to leave her, the woman's face high swelling, fingers trembling pointing at him, what can not say, can only make ah ah ah cry, staring at his eyes full of fear.

The villain must have the villain to grind. These village women look fierce, but in fact they are all bullies and afraid of evil. As long as you are more ruthless than her, she will not dare to provoke you again.

"Go away! Don't let me see you in the future, or I'll beat you once, and you, take your mother out of my house, and let me know that you bully our little buns, and the labor and capital will kill you! "

Back to the small steamed stuffed bun, Ling Jingxuan said coldly. From the 21st century, he has no principle of not beating women. He dares to move his son and slap her.

"Yes, yes..."

"Mmm..."

Half of the youngsters looked more than ten years old. Seeing that Ling Jingxuan was so cruel, he didn't dare to show off any more. He took his mother, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and ran out of the room. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the monster was really going to kill him. It was so terrible!

"Wow Dad, you're so good. You've driven away the bad women and big kids

the little buns swept away the awesome tears before him, rushed to Ling Jingxuan and held his legs in excitement. He jumped and jumped with excitement. He was very much more generous in helping his father to put on a big hat with a half face on his side. But looking at Ling Jingxuan's eyes was still a naked rendering of worship and fanaticism. However, they have never experienced it, but at this moment, they sincerely trust and worship their father and dad.

"Little buns, you remember that people are good at being bullied. Before, you were bullied casually because you were too weak and gave others reasons to bully you. In the future, my father will teach you some simple self-defense skills. We would rather bully people in the world than let people bully us."

Squatting down and holding the two children, Ling Jingxuan touched the big steamed bun's face with heartache and said solemnly. No matter whether the children understand or not, he will tell them that you don't offend me or I will not offend you. If you do, the labor and capital will surely kill you! This is the principle of his previous life, which he still does not intend to change in this life."Well!"

The two little buns nodded in unison. Although they might not have understood all his meaning, they knew that his father was right.

"Ha ha Well, I'll go and get the change. You can get the bucket. Let's take a bath by the river and clean it up

Doting on their forehead, Ling Jingxuan stood up and looked at the small courtyard surrounded by mud and low walls. It covered a large area, but there was nothing, a word, poor! Two words, very poor! Three words, very poor! Four words, four walls!

"Well."

Two small steamed buns turned around and ran to the shack beside the thatched cottage. It was probably the kitchen. Ling Jingxuan shook his head and decided to clean up their bodies for the time being. Besides, he also wanted to find out if there were any anti-inflammatory herbs. The big Bun's face was swollen like that. Now it's dog days. If you don't deal with it properly, I'm afraid it will be inflamed and purulent.

On the first day of his journey, he was knocked unconscious for several days. Finally, he sobered up, and met with the village woman who was the best. Ling Jingxuan, a secret doctor and killer in the 21st century, is also very sad. The only thing to be thankful for is that he still has two cute buns. Although he was really abused by the two little buns, at least now, He is content.