Grandpa Jiang was scolding his great-grandson in the yard. "You little bastard! If you don't get punished one day, you'll tear off the roof tiles! If you take cotton out to exchange for sugar again, I'll twist off your ears!"
Jiang Sanlang patted the wooden door and said, "Uncle."
Uncle Jiang was startled and quickly ran over to open the door, "Oh, it's Sanlang, come in!"
Jiang Sanlang walked into the yard and asked, "Uncle, aren't there any bandits here?"
"Ah? No." Grandpa Jiang pulled Jiang Sanlang into the house, "But I have heard about this matter. What's the matter? Did you get attacked by bandits?"
Jiang Sanlang nodded, stopped and said, "Uncle, to be honest, my family just escaped from the bandits, and we would like to stay here temporarily for a while. Is that convenient?"
Uncle Jiang scolded, "What do you mean by inconvenient? I am your uncle, you can stay as long as you want. Come on, I will ask your cousin to vacate a few rooms for you."
He always felt indebted to his younger brother because his wife was not virtuous and forced his brother away to start his own business.
Although this happened many years ago, my wife has passed away, and the estrangement between the two families has long since disappeared, the guilt in my heart can never be erased.
He turned to his eldest son who had come out after hearing the noise and said, "Hurry up and clear out a few more rooms for your uncle. There are so many of them and they may not have enough space."
Jiang Jiu responded, said hello to Jiang Sanlang, and asked his wife and children to clean up the house.
Jiang Sanlang: "There are more than a dozen people in our family, including my daughter's husband's family. I'll trouble you when the time comes."
"Sanlang, you are too polite. Why are you talking about whether it is a trouble or not? Where are your father and others? Call them over quickly." Uncle Jiang looked outside the door.
"They are all outside the village. I will go and call them 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, there was another sigh.
Grandpa Jiang held his brother Old Man Jiang's hand and walked towards home, comforting him: "Don't worry, the bandits can't reach our poor mountain valley. You can stay here and wait for the court to send troops to drive them away. It won't be too late to go back."
When the group 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 many people, he asked his son to give up the newly built house to his uncle's family for temporary residence.
The new house has three rooms in total, plus two side rooms.
Mrs. Wen, her daughter Wen Shu, and her wet nurse live in one room, while Yingbao, her parents, younger brother, and the puppy live in another room.
Grandma Jiang Liu lived in the same room with eldest aunt Zhou, second aunt Yan Ru, and Da Ni and Er Ni.
Jiang Dalang lived in a separate room with his eldest son, second son, and youngest son, Jiang Erlang, Hu Zi, Wei Zhan, and Wen Fu, a servant of Mrs. Wen.
After everyone finally found a place to rest, they just lay down and couldn't get up.
Yingbao was also very tired. She didn't even have dinner and fell asleep on the kang.
I slept until the next morning.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I found that it was already bright outside. My two younger brothers were still sleeping soundly beside me, and my parents were no longer on the kang.
Yingbao still didn't want to move. She lay on the kang and looked around.
The house seemed to be newly built. The yellow mud covered the walls with bright straw, the window frames were new, and even the smell of tung oil was still there.
But there are few decent pieces of furniture in the house, so it is estimated that the owner is not rich.
After a while, Yingbao finally got up, put on her coat, got off the kang, found her shoes and put them on.
The thick mud on the soles of the shoes has been scraped clean and the uppers have been dried. It must have been done by my mother early in the morning.
When I went out of the house, the sky was clear and the sun had risen above the treetops.
The eldest aunt, the second aunt and the mother were busy in the kitchen, and Uncle Jiang's daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law were talking to them.
Yingbao went to the toilet outside and came back to see Youyou being surrounded by several children.
Among these children, there are not only Grandpa Jiang’s great-grandson, but also several neighbor children.
Yingbao knew Grandpa Jiang's great-grandson because they had been to Dongchen Village when his second uncle got married. One was called Jiang Chong and the other was called Jiang Mao. They were both honest children and not naughty or mischievous.
When Yoyo saw Yingbao, he immediately started stomping his hooves excitedly.
Yingbao walked over, touched its head, untied the rope, and led it out.
"Aunt, can I ride it?" Five-year-old Jiang Mao asked timidly. He had seen the little aunt riding a deer, so he really wanted to ride one.
Yingbao: "It's unsaddled, so it can't be ridden."
Seeing Jiang Mao's face fall, he said, "Wait until I put the saddle on it before 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, and the children followed behind her like a tail. It was inconvenient for her to get some seedlings from the cave for Youyou to eat.
However, I can use the bag as a cover and take some wheat out of the cave to feed Yoyo. These children should not be able to tell anything.
Yingbao glanced at the children behind her, took out a handful of wheat from her bag, and handed it to the deer's mouth, letting it lick it slowly.
"How do you feed it wheat?" a child asked in surprise, "Doesn't your father beat you?"
Before Yingbao could say anything, her seven-year-old nephew Jiang Chong said, "Third Grandpa will never hit my aunt."
The neighbor's child was puzzled: "Why? She dared to waste food, doesn't her father care?"
If he dared to do this, his parents would beat him to a pulp.
"Humph! My little aunt is a little fairy. Even if she feeds the deer dry rice, let alone wheat, Third Grandpa won't hit her!"
Jiang Chong went to his third grandfather's house twice, and each time he heard people talking about his aunt being a fairy.
Even my great-grandfather said that the cotton and golden ears he grew were gifts from the fairy child, so he built several new houses.
Since the little aunt is a fairy child, whatever she does is allowed, Jiang Chong understands.
Sakura: …
Well, let him say whatever he wants. I have become numb to it anyway.
When the other children heard this, they couldn't help but secretly look at the girl in front of them.
You know what, he really seems different from ordinary children.
The children were so filled with reverence that they even breathed lighter when walking for fear of disturbing the little fairy.
Look at Jiang Chong and Jiang Mao again. They are following closely behind Ying Bao with their chins held high, like two proud little roosters.
After helping Yoyo to relieve itself and urinate, and finding a small pond for the deer to drink water, Yingbao led it back.
Suddenly, a lot of people poured into the village. They were staggering, dirty, and carrying bamboo baskets and bedding on their backs, like refugees from afar.
"Yingbao! Yingbao!" A person saw her and the deer from afar and ran over quickly.
"Uncle Chen Yin?" Yingbao finally recognized that the man running over was Chen Cunzheng's second son, Chen Yin.
He was unkempt, his clothes were covered in mud, and he had no shoes on.
Chen Yin rushed over, hugged Yingbao and burst into tears: "I finally found you... wuwuwuwu... Please 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 tightly closed, his teeth were clenched, his face was pale, his limbs were twitching, and he looked not in good condition.
Yingbao felt his pulse, lifted his eyelids and looked at him, and said, "Grandpa Chen San has had a stroke."
"Ah?" Chen Yin was dumbfounded when he heard it. He couldn't help but cry again and knelt down in front of Chen Sanyou: "Dad! Dad..."
Yingbao pushed Chen Yin and said, "Don't get in the way. I want to give him a bloodletting treatment."