Yingbao closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, listening silently to her parents' whispers.
My parents underestimated the shamelessness of Chen Changping and his wife.
They don't need face at all, they just want to achieve their goals.
As her consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge, Yingbao carefully observed the red birthmark on her wrist.
How can I remove it without leaving scars
As long as the birthmark on the wrist is gone, no one can prove that I am the Chen family's child.
Yingbao squatted by the pool, stretched her arms into the cold water, soaked and scrubbed them over and over again, then scooped a handful of Wudingzhi juice from the stone wall and smeared it on her wrists, repeating this process over and over again.
She wants to try to see if she can rub the birthmark off.
Doesn’t it say in the storybook that the spiritual spring can cleanse the tendons and marrow and eliminate bruises on the body
Although I don’t know whether this water is a spiritual spring or whether Wudingzhi is a treasure from heaven and earth, how can I know if I don’t try
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Four months passed in a flash.
Yingbao is one year and three months old.
After unremitting efforts, she can now not only run and jump, but her language ability has also greatly improved.
It is midsummer now. She is wearing a T-shirt and shorts sewn by her mother, with cloth bands wrapped around her wrists. She is waving a small shovel and digging a hole in the corner of the yard, preparing to transplant the saplings.
The apple seeds in the black soil of the cave had already sprouted, and two trees had grown at once. Unfortunately, the seedlings stopped growing when they reached the height of chopsticks. As a last resort, Yingbao decided to move them out and plant them in the northwest corner of the yard.
This place is the family’s small vegetable garden. The soil is soft and fertile, just right for the growth of seedlings.
"Yingbao, what are you planting?"
Xu Chunniang walked slowly towards them with her big belly, her face was rosy and plump, and she looked radiant, even more beautiful and graceful than before.
She was already seven months pregnant, but it was like she was full term, and it was very difficult for her to move.
Ying Bao grunted as she planted the seedlings, covered them with soil, and smiled as she said, "Apple tree."
Xu was curious: "Where did Yingbao get the apple tree?"
"I planted them from seeds." Yingbao did not hide it. "The apples my dad gave me have seeds in them."
"Oh! It's true." Xu Chunniang was surprised.
You know, apples are a rare commodity here. They are only sold in the county town, and there are not many of them. They are rare commodities brought over from other places by caravans, and are often bought up by wealthy people as soon as they appear.
My eldest sister-in-law Jiang Yunniang and her family do business in the county town, and they can easily come into contact with foreign caravans, so they can bring some back to her parents' home to honor them.
"When was Yingbao planted?" Chunniang was a little skeptical.
My little daughter was busy in and out of the yard every day, and I thought she was just playing in the mud.
Yingbao stood up and said, "I planted it in spring." Then she ran to the kitchen to scoop water for watering.
Of course, she didn't scoop well water from the water tank, but smuggled water from the cave while going to the kitchen.
"Baby, you can't use well water to water the seedlings. You have to let them dry in the sun first." Xu Chunniang was a farmer, so she naturally knew that well water would harm the seedlings, so she reminded her daughter.
Yingbao blinked, hesitated for a moment, and had to put the ladle on the ground.
What my mother said makes sense.
The saplings in the cave cannot grow big, perhaps because the pool water cannot be exposed to the sun.
Seeing her daughter was so cute, Chunniang couldn't help but touch her head and said softly, "When your father comes back, ask him to fetch some river water and leave it for you to water the trees."
In fact, Chunniang didn't have much hope for her daughter's apple sapling. After all, no one had ever seen this thing, and fruit seedlings had to be pruned and grafted by someone who knew the business in order to bloom and bear fruit, otherwise it would be useless when they grew up.
Of course, she would not say these things to discourage her daughter. After all, every child has some beautiful fantasies.
It is extremely hot at noon in midsummer. The sun bakes the earth so fiercely that it can burn people's skin.
In the bean sprout field, Jiang Sanlang, wearing a straw hat, was sweating profusely as he wielded a hoe to weed, and finally finished weeding an acre of land.
Seeing the sun high in the sky, my stomach was already growling. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, bent down to pick up the empty water jar, and hurried home carrying the hoe.
On the way, I met my neighbors, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, and greeted them, "Uncle, are you hoeing the fields too?"
"Yeah." Wang Er is in his forties, half deaf, dark and thin. His back is severely bent due to years of hard work.
His wife, Aunt Wang, was strong and eloquent. When she saw Jiang Sanlang, she asked with a smile, "Sanlang, when will your wife give birth?"
Jiang Sanlang scratched his head and said, "It's still early."
The doctor told him that his wife's due date was in early October, but there was no rule that it might be earlier.
Therefore, Jiang Sanlang didn't want to tell others about his family affairs, especially someone like Aunt Wang who liked to gossip.
Seeing that Jiang Sanlang was perfunctory, Aunt Wang curled her lips and did not bring up the topic. She just smiled and said, "Hey Sanlang, your Yingbao has become famous recently."
Jiang San frowned, "What did you say, Second Aunt?"
Aunt Wang came closer and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, recently many people in the village have been saying that your Yingbao is the reincarnation of a boy under the seat of Guanyin, who came to earth specifically to give people children."
"Second Aunt, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Sanlang was unhappy, "What boy reincarnation? Who is so talkative? I'll go to her house and talk to her later. Who would say that about a child? My Yingbao can't bear this title."
It would be fine if Yingbao was her own biological daughter, but she was picked up. Once this rumor gets out, there’s no guarantee that her bastard parents will have some bad intentions towards her.
Aunt Wang snorted, "Why am I talking nonsense? That was spread by outsiders. I was just telling you out of kindness.
Besides, what's the point of you not admitting that Yingbao is a fertility boy? Your wife Chunniang is really pregnant with twins, but there has been no movement for ten years. How can it be such a coincidence?"
"Ridiculous!" Jiang Sanlang frowned, ignored Aunt Wang, and strode away.
"Hmph!" Aunt Wang rolled her eyes.
Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty!
I tell you with good intentions, but you still get angry!
A dog bites Lu Dongbin, not knowing the kindness of a good person!
Bah! You got such an advantage and you don’t let anyone say anything. When Yingbao was not around, why didn’t your wife get pregnant
In the past few years, I saw your family dumping medicine residue every day, and the small pond behind the house was almost filled up. Do you think you are blind
Aunt Wang was secretly complaining in her heart. She saw her husband glaring at her and couldn't help but said angrily, "Why are you glaring at me? You useless bastard! You only know how to bully your own wife. Why didn't you glare at Jiang San when he looked so cruel just now?"
Uncle Wang's eyes narrowed, and he muttered something with his tongue rolled up. It was unclear what he said. He turned his head away, picked up his hoe, and walked to the front in a hurry.
As for Jiang Sanlang, he was hurrying home at a brisk pace. From afar, he saw his little girl standing at the gate of the yard, looking at him, and his heart was warmed.
"Daddy is back!"
Seeing her father coming home, Yingbao quickly moved a stool for him to sit on, then ran to the kitchen, stood on a small stool and scooped water for her father to wash his face.
Jiang Sanlang followed into the kitchen, reached out and lifted his daughter off the small stool, patted her gently, and said with a stern face: "How can you stand on the stool to scoop water? What if you fall into the vat?"
Yingbao laughed and said, "Yingbao won't be trapped in a jar."