The next day, when Jiang Xiumei was cleaning up the house, she found that Jiang Xing's clothes were stained with blood.
Jiang Xiumei was shocked, and immediately rushed into his room, picked up the person and asked, "Xingxing, how much did you hit last night? You won't kill the person, will you kill them and maim them?"
They don't have to risk their lives for their sake!
Jiang Xiumei was remorseful.
Jiang Xing opened his eyes sleepily, and said vaguely, "How can you do that? You can't pass the year in a horn on a happy day."
"Then what's going on?" Jiang Xiumei asked him, pointing to the bloodstain.
"Hong Li's blood is not mine. He put his head on me during the dispute, and it got a little stained, so it's not in the way. I taught them a lesson. People are nothing, don't worry, Mom."
Only then did Jiang Xiumei let go of her heart.
Jiang Xing smiled wickedly, took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from the pillow, and said proudly, "I brought this back."
Hong Xingguo guarded the five thousand yuan cash like an eyeball, and even wrapped it up with a piece of cloth to protect it in front of his chest.
When Jiang Xing hurried away in the dark, Hong Xingguo thought he had encountered a robber, and desperately guarded the cattle five thousand yuan in cash, thinking that the robber was coming.
Jiang Xing simply took the plan and snatched his money. However, Hong Xingguo and Hong Li's father and son were desperate for money. They couldn't get it all back, so they took a thousand dollars.
This is enough to make Jiang Xing happy.
Jiang Xiumei was also happy, and happily went to cook.
Jiang Xiaoman wakes up the latest. She usually has a biological clock similar to Jiang Xiumei's. She wakes up when her grandmother wakes up, but last night she was stunned and had nightmares.
"Drink this." Jiang Xiumei came out of the room with a confused look on her face, and handed her a bowl of brown sugar egg water, which was used to suppress her shock.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't say anything, just raised his head and drank it all. Bai Nen's lips were stained with water, and Jiang Xiumei wiped it off for her.
"Grandma." Jiang Xiaoman finally regained his energy, and asked ignorantly, "What is a wild child?"
"Ah... this..." Jiang Xiumei's smile froze, she had scolded the father and son a thousand times in her heart.
Although Jiang Xiaoman is only a child, his mind is very delicate and sensitive. As for the big flower and the small flower, she can cry for a long time. Generally speaking, Jiang Xiumei would not say this to her.
Jiang Xiumei looked embarrassed, hesitating about what words to use to get past it, but she didn't know that her expression fell into Jiang Xiaoman's eyes, which confirmed her guess.
one two Three.
The small mouth is flat, and within a moment, the golden beans will fall out.
"Wow woo woo woo... I know, grandma doesn't want me anymore, she wants to drive me to the mountain to be a wild monkey, woo woo I'm just a child nobody wants."
Jiang Xiaoman cried miserably.
While crying, he wanted to go back to the house to pack up, so sad that he wanted to run away from home.
Jiang Xiumei was stunned for a moment, pulled the child, and asked her, "Who told you that grandma doesn't want you? Grandma misses you the most."
Jiang Xiaoman said with a flat mouth: "I dreamed last night that my grandma said I was too wild and disobedient, and wanted to go to the mountains to be a wild monkey. Wild monkeys are also children.
Last night, Jiang Xiaoman thought about this matter for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason, and had nightmares when he was sleeping. In a dream, my grandmother said so.
"..." It's all about what.
Jiang Xiumei's face darkened, she pinched her nose and said, "What nonsense? How could grandma not want you? A wild monkey is a wild monkey, how can our Xiaoman be a wild monkey?"
"Then what is a wild child?" Jiang Xiaoman asked eagerly, grabbing her clothes.
"Wild children are... just..." Jiang Xiumei sighed: "You are right, wild children are wild monkeys. Haven't you heard the story of Sun Dasheng? Monkeys, monkeys and grandchildren are all little treasures, and they are talking about cute children like Xiaoman. ."
Of course Jiang Xiaoman knew about Sun Dasheng's story.
In the past, the little broken TV at home was the most played story of Sun Dasheng.
White Dragon Horse Pig Bajie Sha Seng and Tang Sanzang, Jiang Xiaoman's favorite is Sun Dasheng. This is also her favorite cartoon, and Sun Dasheng is her hero.
After Jiang Xiumei said this, Jiang Xiaoman didn't feel uncomfortable in an instant.
The wild monkey is so majestic, there are Huaguo Mountain and Shuilian Cave, maybe Sun Dasheng will come to play with her one day.
She sobbed and asked, "Will the Great Sage also protect me?"
"Yes, who doesn't like Xiaoman when he sees it?"
Jiang Xiaoman burst into laughter and was happy.
When I knew she was dreaming, I dreamed of Huaguo Mountain. I only dreamed that my grandma drove me to the mountains to be a wild child, which is so miserable. She didn't even see Sun Dasheng before she woke up with fright.
She patted her head, stopped crying, and continued to ask, "Then did I jump out of a rock?"
"… "
Jiang Xiumei took out a potato from the vegetable basket to peel, and said while peeling, "No, it was dug from the soil."
Jiang Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "Digging in the soil?"
As gray as this potato? Covered in dirt
But other children are white and tender and fragrant!
Why is she different
Jiang Xiaoman wanted to cry again.
Although she was quite willing to accept that she was a wild monkey, she couldn't accept the mud all over her body. She is cute and clean, and she doesn't know how many times a day she has to wash her little hands.
"I don't believe it!" Jiang Xiaoman stomped his feet and ran to ask Jiang Xing, "Uncle, where did I come from?"
Jiang Xing was about to fall asleep when he heard it and replied dazedly, "Of course it was picked up from the trash can."
"… "
Jiang Xiaoman finally couldn't help crying.
She would rather dig it out of the soil than pick it up in the trash can.
Jiang Xiaoman went back to find Jiang Xiumei: "Grandma, did I really dig it out of the soil? Then when I dug it out, did I have any roots under my feet?"
Knowing that Jiang Xiaoman likes being serious, she shouldn't say that.
Jiang Xiumei had a headache, hesitated for a while and didn't know how to make it up, and said vaguely: "Grandma is old and can't remember."
Unable to get an answer, Jiang Xiaoman had no choice but to purse his mouth and think alone.
Where did she come from
"System-kun, did you know?" Jiang Xiaoman asked the system.
The system wanted to pretend to be dead, but if it couldn't answer such a simple question, it would be too embarrassing for the system community. But what to say
"Host, do you know... why does Hua Hua have big and small flowers?"
Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head, thought for a while, and then asked, "Is it because I want to eat meat?"
"..." The system said solemnly, "Host, your grandma is right."
Jiang Xiaoman stared, "I really dug it out of the soil?"
"Probably."
It can't always be bouncing off rocks.
The script of the system is not written in such detail. Maybe Jiang Yue dug it back from the ground? Or maybe it was picked up from the trash can, who knows.
In short, Jiang Xiaoman was sad about this for a long time.
She suddenly felt that she might be an outlier, different from other children.
In order to seek approval, Jiang Xiaoman decided to call Yu Qingshi and ask.
"Hello, little friend Yu Qingshi." Jiang Xiaoman's tone was rare and embarrassed when he asked for help for the first time, "I have something I want to ask you."
Yu Qingshi was still the same Yu Qingshi, with a stuffy gourd. He couldn't speak unless he had to, so he just held the microphone in his hand and neither spoke nor hung up.
Jiang Xiaoman said to himself, "Where did you come from?"
"What?" Yu Qingshi didn't understand.
Once again, he was forced to speak.
Jiang Xiaoman thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated, "Where did you come from?"
"I, I..." Yu Qingshi was stunned for a moment, and found that he didn't even understand the question.
"I don't know either." He was very honest. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't come up with it, and then he said honestly: "I haven't asked this question yet. I'll tell you later when I know."
"That's it." He didn't know.
Jiang Xiaoman held the microphone and said mysteriously, "I know where you came from."
"Where did it come from?"
"It was picked up from the trash cans. There are many trash cans in your city, and there are also many children."
"..." Yu Qingshi hung up the phone in anger.
He decided to stop talking to Jiang Xiaoman for a while, she was a fault.
But Yu Qingshi was still very unconvinced.
He decided to ask his father, "Dad, where did I come from?"
Yu Wencheng was eating breakfast at the time and coughed violently.
Is his son finally normal? Are these questions asked? Are you finally like other kids
Yu Wencheng endured his excitement and said as serious and serious as possible: "You will know when you grow up..."
"..." Yu Qingshi turned around and left.
It was the first time that his son took the initiative to communicate with him. Yu Wencheng thought about it for a long time. That night, he told Yu Qingshi the story of Nuwa's creation of a human being.
After Yu Qingshi heard it, he immediately ran to show off to Jiang Xiaoman and called Jiang Xiaoman.
"I know how I got here."
"Ah? Really? You're so smart." Jiang Xiaoman asked him, "How come?"
"Maybe it was made by Nuwa. Haven't you heard the story of Nuwa's creation of man?"
Yu Qingshi despised her and retold the story his father told him.
Jiang Xiaoman on the other end was silent for a long time.
Yu Qingshi thought she believed her, and just as he was about to hang up, Jiang Xiaoman said, "So that's the case."
She understood again: "No wonder I'm a little smarter than you, because I dug it out of the soil."
"..." What a mess.
Yu Qingshi was so angry that he hung up the phone.
He decided that he would never talk to Jiang Xiaoman again.
Jiang Xiaoman was convinced of this version, feeling that he was dug out of the soil and pinched by the gods himself.
She was happy, but the system didn't feel right.
Although the host is stupid, it seems that it has nothing to lose, but it is a system, and it has the scientific spirit of rigorous knowledge.
The system reminded her: "Host, the story of Nuwa's creation of man is not true. It's a legend, passed down by word of mouth. Like the tiger mother, it's all fake."
"The tiger mother is fake, but it is possible that Nuwa created a human being." Jiang Xiaoman said.
"Why?"
"If Nu Wa didn't create people first, where would people come from to make up the story of the tiger mother?"
"… "
Host, you are really amazing and smart!
Why does this kind of question have the same logic as the chicken or the egg
The system struggled: "Then have you ever thought about why Nuwa can create people by squeezing soil? This is unreasonable."
Jiang Xiaoman was really stumped.
She was stunned, and looked down at the mud under her feet thoughtfully: "Maybe the mud is playing too well."
"… "
The system was speechless, and the system let her go.
A few days after the new year, the taste of the year gradually dissipated. The mine gradually resumed work, and Jiang Xing also began to get busy.
This time, though, he's more of a run to the city than to the convoy.
Jiang Xiumei didn't understand what he was tinkering with, so she stopped people and asked.
"I see that the team is gradually on the right track, and now I don't need to be in charge. Everyone is local, and after a year of walking, I can open my eyes." Jiang Xing said: "I was with Yu before. Mr. has discussed it, and now I have to think of a way to allow the team to continue driving."
Jiang Xiumei asked anxiously, "Is the convoy going to run?"
"No, just in case." Jiang Xing said: "If one day, the mine is finished, and Mr. Yu leaves, what should we do? The road here is blocked, and there is nothing to transport except the mine. , when the time comes, so many people will drink the northwest wind?"
Yu Wencheng has been rolling around in the business field for so many years, and in the past six months by his side, Jiang Xing has naturally become more mature. If nothing else, at least the vision has improved a lot.
"That's the reason." Jiang Xiumei also nodded and became anxious, "Then why are you going now?"
"Eggs can't be put in the same basket, you'll know when I get back." Jiang Xing went out after saying that.
He is going to register a new logistics company, specializing in the transportation of small goods.
Yu Wencheng reminded before that Jiang Xing had already prepared the preparations, and the rest was just a matter of formalities.
In the past six months, he has made a lot of money to pay the team brother's wages, and there is still a lot left, enough for him to turn around.
Jiang Xing had been there for four or five days before he got all the official seals and certificates in place. When he came back, the beard he hadn't shaved for several days was green and green, but his eyes were bright and excited.
Yu Wencheng is right. If you want to expand and stabilize the business, you still need to expand the source of customers. This mountain village only has Yu Wencheng as a source of tourists, which is too passive for Jiang Xing, he has to do business in the city.
"Xiaoman." Jiang Xing looked at the registered documents and official seal, and smiled happily: "Remember what uncle told you to let you go to the best kindergarten?"
Jiang Xiaoman remembered, "Is there going to be a kindergarten in town?"
"We're moving to the city. The city has the best kindergarten."
Jiang Xiaoman's eyes lit up when he heard it, but his eyes quickly dimmed, a little happy and a little unhappy.
She has lived here for many, many years. She has lived here as long as she can remember. If she really leaves, she will not be used to it.
But she wanted to go to kindergarten again.
There are slides and children in the kindergarten. She can do homework and go to school together every day, and she can also meet more children.
Of course, there are children in the town, but children of the same age as Jiang Xiaoman do not study, and some even just babble and can't speak clearly. The first grade, second grade, and third grade children didn't like to play with children younger than themselves, and of course they didn't want to study with Jiang Xiaoman.
If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have become good friends with Yu Qingshi.
Of course, those first-grade children didn't admit it because Teacher Tang always praised Jiang Xiaoman for being smart, which made them feel frustrated.
After being alone for a long time, Jiang Xiaoman was a little lonely. It would be great if I could go to kindergarten, where there are many children like her who love to learn and communicate.
Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a long time, tangled between his hometown and the kindergarten, and asked Jiang Xing in a low voice: "Then, we went to the city, can we come back again?"
"Of course, you can come back after the holiday."
Jiang Xiaoman immediately said: "Okay, let's move! When are we going?"
"Well, it's not time yet, but soon."
"..." You said the same last time!
Jiang Xiaoman felt cheated again, and was so angry that he ignored him all night.
Jiang Xing reassured her that this time it was true, he was already at Zhang Luo's company address, and he was asking someone to look at the house.
It's just a matter of time before moving.
Well, trust him this time.
Jiang Xiaoman was full of blood and resurrected.
She felt that she should tell Teacher Tang about such a big matter, so she begged Jiang Xing to take her to Teacher Tang's house the next day.
Teacher Tang's home is also in a village near this town, which is relatively remote.
Twenty days after Chinese New Year are winter vacations. He is not at school now. He has not seen Teacher Tang for almost a month. Jiang Xiaoman misses him a little.
Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiumei discussed it and decided to let Jiang Xing take Xiaoman to send it away.
Jiang Xiumei prepared five pieces of bacon for Teacher Tang, as well as various eggs, dried noodles, and many, many things, and let Jiang Xing carry them on his back.
Things are not precious, but the heart must be conveyed.
Jiang Xiaoman still has no memory of last year's boxing ceremony. This year is the first time to visit Teacher Tang's house.
She asked ignorantly, "Uncle, why did my grandma say that she would give gifts to Teacher Tang during the holidays?"
"Because..." Jiang Xing paused for a long time, as if he was recalling something, "Because Teacher Tang is our family's benefactor, and being a human being must be reciprocated."
"Why is Teacher Tang the benefactor of our family?"
So complicated. Jiang Xiaoman's little head was about to stop moving.
"Because... Teacher Tang is my sister, your mother's mentor."
"What is a teacher? Isn't it a teacher? Is there any difference between a teacher and a teacher?"
"..." Jiang Xing sighed heavily: "Teacher is a very important teacher. Teacher Tang used to be like this, taking your mother to enlighten and learn."
So this is ah.
Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head, and continued to make inferences: "Why doesn't my mother go to school? Is it because she is as young as me?"
At that time, reading was a luxury, and eating became a problem. How could their family have the spare time and money for their children to study
His sister is a disobedient person. The family said that she could not afford to go to school, so she was asked to help the family honestly and earn work points, and she was not allowed to go.
But Jiang Yue didn't. After finishing his work every day, he could still find time to run to the school and hide under the window to listen to the class secretly.
She picked up the ends of pencils that others didn't want on the ground, and wrote on the bricks. It's been like this for a year, and I've persevered.
If it weren't for Teacher Tang, Jiang Yue might not be able to attend this school.
The things involved were very complicated, and Jiang Xing was still a little embarrassed when he remembered it.
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoman and sighed, "If you really want to know, you can go to Teacher Tang's house and ask him later."