Chapter 1398

It's really a sister, not a sister.

It's going back years.

At that time, Ji Chundong was just adopted by his adoptive father. Both father and son lived together. Although they were not miserable, they were still sloppy because there was no hostess at home.

Fortunately, Ji Chundong was very sensible at that time. He was 11 years old. He could do his own washing and cooking, and he could mend the broken robe for his adoptive father.

But children's craftsmanship can't be expected much. Pianji Nanzheng doesn't care about it. So many times, when he went to the court, the civil and military officials saw that he would live like a beggar and wear a patched imperial uniform.

Later, Ji Chundong heard that he was not comfortable. He was born with supernatural power. He was brave and fierce, but he was not the material to be an embroiderer. He could not get a needle. But the child didn't know that. He felt that he couldn't help his adoptive father. He was very decadent and listless all the time.

In order to appease him, the adoptive father told him about the rest of the family.

"Your mother can't embroider thread either. She is a Miao girl. She has been with snakes, insects, mice and ants since she was a child. She can take needles, but they are used to bleed poisonous spiders. There is also the child in summer and autumn. Although she is only four years old, she is a girl after all. Which girl did you see standing up to pee? Who can pee farther than boys? It's really Let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it. "

Ji Chundong was fascinated by it. This time, he knew that he had a adoptive mother and a righteous younger sister.

But now, Liu Wei's words reverberate in the ear, elder sister and younger sister, which is totally different. What about the smart, lively and lovely younger sister?

Sister's words

He didn't know what his sister was.

But I always think that my sister must be dignified, calm, generous and decent, and standing to pee, should be, can't touch the edge.

Liu Wei listened to Ji Chundong's grievance and gave a detailed account of her sister. After hearing this, she understood: "when your father left home, your sister Yi was still young. She should be about four or five years old. I haven't seen her for many years. In his memory, you sister Yi's four-year-old appearance is not the only one. If you ask him now, he will only remember your sister's four-year-old appearance, Is she only four now? "

Ji Chundong was hit. He was still unwilling to believe it. He looked at Liu Wei stubbornly: "how do you know? Uncle Zhu hasn't spoken yet. "

The white haired old man waved his hand: "if it's a child born with a Miao girl called Xia Qiu, Liu Wei will know better than me, because it's her mother."

Ji Chundong: "..."

Liu Wei chuckled and bowed to Ji Chundong, who was stunned. "If we don't admit our mistake, then my niece has met my brother-in-law."

Ji Chundong: "..."

……

In the evening.

There is a dilapidated Zhongkui temple in the outskirts of Xijin county. It used to be very fragrant. However, due to a thunderstorm many years ago, most of the temple was destroyed, and the temple Zhu couldn't afford to repair it, so it was abandoned.

Ji Nanzheng looked at the statue of Zhong Kui full of vicissitudes, vaguely remembering the grand occasion of the temple many years ago. He sighed, patted the head of the wolf by the side of his body, and said: "there is still half a day left, so I'll have a rest tonight."

The White Wolf squatted under the statue of Zhong Kui, found a dry place, arched the hay on the ground, and looked at the master.

Ji Nanzheng walked over and sat on the ground, leaning lightly on the back of the white wolf.

There was no food outside the mountain. The old man took out some pancakes that had been put in the cold. He ate half of them himself, and gave the other pancakes to the white wolf.

It's going to be late and the night is cold. Ji Nanzheng looks at the horizon and frowns faintly: "I'm afraid it's going to rain."

Voice just fell, the rain really fell.

Xijin county is surrounded by poor families. A sudden heavy rain suddenly came before nightfall. Not long ago, the small Zhongkui temple came in several waves of people.

First came a farmer with a bamboo basket on his back. Seeing that someone was already in the temple, the farmer nodded politely to the old man and said: "I still want to pick more firewood to sell in the market in these two days when the mountain is quiet. I almost wet the firewood before meeting the rain."

The old man gave up his seat and asked the farmer to come and sit down.

The farmer looked at the wolf with blue eyes beside him, shaking his head in fear.

The old man was not reluctant either. He watched the farmer sit down in the corner not far away from him, and then he began to keep his eyes closed.

After that, a hunter came in. The hunter also carried two pheasant bodies. When entering the temple, he didn't look at people first, but noticed the big wolf with fur and oil.

The old man opened his eyes at the right time, patted the old man who was ready to move, and said to the hunter, "it's raining hard outside. Do you want to sit here, sir?"

The hunter stared at the wolf's eyes, and knew that the wolf recognized the Lord. Hesitated, he shook his head and said, "if the rain stops, I will go. Don't bother old man."

At last, a beggar came in. He was dirty and smelly, and his hair was clumped. He came in at will, and he didn't say hello to anyone, so he found a corner, lay down and slept, and soon began to shout.The call was really loud. The good-natured farmer didn't say anything, but the hunter with the machete in his hand had an opinion: "can you keep it down? It's raining hard enough, and I need to listen to your voice of grinding teeth!"

The beggar clearly heard what he said, but he didn't stop. He also played louder.

The hunter stands up quickly, grabs the machete and goes to settle the account.

The farmer was busy becoming a peacemaker: "it's all for shelter from the rain. This big brother is going to calm down."

The hunter was still uncomfortable, but he didn't get angry with the farmer. He sat down again and began to talk coldly: "some people, even if they are poor in bone, what good hands and good feet can't do, they have to beg for a living, and they don't know what their parents did when they gave birth to him, just to show their shame?"

The farmer looked embarrassed, and the beggar there didn't pretend to sleep. He sat up and asked, "who are you scolding?"

The hunter stares at him, "scold you, what?"

The beggar picked up the bricks and stones around him, stood up and went to the hunter.

The hunter went to him with a machete in his hand.

The two men were on the verge of fighting. The farmer couldn't stop them. He hurriedly called out to Zhong Kui, the old man who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, "please advise them quickly, old man. They meet by chance. Don't make any trouble."

The old man who was leaning on the White Wolf raised his eyes slowly. The tiny white pupils were muddy. He didn't speak, but he looked at the three of them and stood up hard from the ground.

He was very slow when he stood, and the three people who were not willing to let each other stop fighting, turn their heads together and look at him.

The old man sighed, holding on to Zhong Kui's image, and asked with some weakness, "when will the soft tendons be released?"