"Yes, wasting food will bring punishment from the gods, so for your sister's sake, Qingyang, help her eat it, okay?"
"Then... I'll eat it then."
Qingyang was actually very hungry. When he left the forest, he secretly ran to the river and drank a bellyful of water.
I originally planned to wash the wild vegetables and bring them back, but I heard from someone I knew that his grandmother was dying, so I ran back.
Su Qiao hugged his shoulders and said soothingly, "Eat."
Qingyang picked up a date and was about to put it in his mouth when he saw his elder brother staring at him solemnly. He quickly handed the date to him: "Brother, are you hungry too? These are for you. Qingyang doesn't have to work. Just eat one."
Su Qiao turned to look at Zhao Jingting: "Are you hungry?"
"You've been hugging him for a long time." Zhao Jingting pursed his lips, showing his unhappiness.
Su Qiao: “…” So, the reason you stared at a child so closely was not because you wanted to eat the dates in her hand, but because she hugged the child’s shoulders
Zhao Jingting thought she didn't understand, so he repeated, "I said, you hugged him for a long time."
"Girls and boys sit at different tables when they are seven years old. He is already seven years old."
Well
Su Qiao really forgot about this.
Zhao Jingting saw Qingyang looking a little scared, and after thinking for a while he said, "Let Uncle Ya take care of him from now on."
"Can Uncle Ya do it?" She felt quite relieved to let Uncle Ya take care of the child, but it seemed that Uncle Ya was only willing to follow Zhao Jingting.
However, Zhao Jingting thought that she felt that Uncle Ya was a grown man who couldn't speak, and she was worried that he wouldn't be able to take good care of the child.
"I was raised by Uncle Mute."
Su Qiao looked down at Qingyang who looked timid, "How about this, he will take care of us at night and follow us during the day."
Zhao Jingting said quickly: "We have to work during the day, so just follow us during mealtimes, and follow Uncle Ya at other times."
"Okay then." Su Qiao was a little helpless.
Although this guy didn't show it on his face, it was obvious that he had started to pay attention to the opposite sex who were getting close to him.
Patting little Qingyang on the shoulder, Su Qiao carefully reminded him: "Qingyang, Uncle Ya is very good at martial arts. He can protect you. You should follow him from now on, okay?"
"Don't worry, I won't ignore you. I'll take you out to play during meals and when I'm free."
Xiao Qingyang was a little scared at first, but when he heard that Uncle Ya was very good at martial arts, he immediately became a admirer of him.
"Okay, I'll listen to my sister."
Next, Zhao Jingting and Uncle Ya went to the woods to dig a hole, buried the old woman, erected a simple tombstone for her, asked Qingyang to kowtow a few times to remember the place, and then took him back to his thatched cottage.
At noon that day, there was finally some meat in the soup because of the wild boar that Zhao Jingting and his team had hunted down.
Because they were great contributors, Su Qiao's family also received a piece of fat and lean meat.
In the afternoon, they did not go out again, but fetched water, chopped firewood, and watched Qingyang.
Xiao Qingyang lost his only relative and became unusually silent.
Su Qiao was worried that he would become autistic, so the next morning, he took him deep into the forest to cut bamboo, collect herbs and hunt.
Of course, Zhao Jingting and Uncle Ya also went with them.
Xiao Qingyang, who had never been to the depths of the forest, was slowly attracted by some new things.
Especially after Uncle Ya deliberately performed a show in which he climbed up a big tree in a few steps and jumped onto a half-man-high rock, he developed a strong interest in practicing martial arts.
Uncle Ya also became interested and started training him in horse stance and basic skills from early the next morning.