Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 747 Crying Bag 4 Silver

"You are old, and you will be shaken to pieces by the carriage again. You should stay at home. Fubao will only go once. The child is grown up now, and you can't tie her up and not let her go anywhere. Fubao is going to do great things."

Jiang Shoujia picked up a piece of food for his wife with chopsticks and spoke slowly.

"Well, that's what I said, but I haven't felt at peace since Fubao left. Where will this child eat the New Year's Eve dinner? Fortunately, Erya Xuehuan came with her and can serve her, so Fubao won't be lonely, otherwise I would be heartbroken."

Zhang Jinlan even imagined in her mind that her granddaughter was all alone, sitting in an empty house, eating coarse food, and shivering with cold.

Like a poor homeless kid.

Outside it was bustling with activity and families were having fun together.

"Wow, woof, woof, my Fubao, Daddy misses you." Suddenly, a whimpering sound like an old wolf was heard.

Zhang Jinlan, who originally wanted to wipe away her tears, stopped crying in an instant. She looked in the direction of her youngest son along with everyone else.

Jiang Siyin's nose turned red from crying, and his tears flowed like rain.

He didn't touch the food in front of him.

She cried so pitifully.

He is clearly in his thirties, but he looks like he is in his twenties, without a single wrinkle on his face.

"You're old, why do you still cry so easily? Wipe your tears. It's New Year's Day. Don't cry. Fubao will take good care of himself." Zhang Yanzi's eyes were full of disgust, but she wiped her husband's tears very quickly. She used little force for fear of hurting her husband's face.

You know, she was able to marry Jiang Siyin because of this face, so she must protect it well.

Looking at his tense and smooth face, Zhang Yanzi sighed in her heart.

The facial cream was really not used in vain.

"Our Siyin was born in the wrong body. She should have been a girl." Zhang Jinlan no longer wanted a granddaughter and complained to her husband beside her.

"He has been crying for a long time. Let him be. I just hope that after a hundred years, he won't faint from crying." Thinking of the last time when his youngest son fainted from crying because his granddaughter fell into the water, Jiang Shoujia felt a little worried.

The couple's favorite son is this youngest son.

It's not just because the youngest son looks a lot like him, the most important point is that before the youngest son got married, he had the temperament of a real girl. He was even more like a girl and more lovable than the third daughter who was careless and loved to curse.

Fortunately, his youngest daughter-in-law likes this kind of girl, otherwise he would be embarrassed to help his youngest son go to Zhangjia Village to propose marriage.

Those who know think he is marrying a wife, while those who don’t think he is marrying a girl.

The atmosphere was instantly broken by Jiang Siyin's crying.

The main room gradually became lively.

Jiang Eryong laughed at his brother's crying, saying that he was a baby who had not been weaned.

Jiang Siyin, who had cried enough, regained some of his masculinity. He stood up and pretended to beat his second brother. They fought back and forth until Jiang Shoujia pretended to cough. Then the two of them sat down together and dared not make trouble anymore.

"Well, this is the first time that Fubao is not at home for the New Year, so we have to be happy, otherwise Fubao will know and worry. This child is thoughtful and always considers others. So, we have to be happy, understand? Don't be sad. Fubao said in his last letter that he would be back in early summer at the latest.

Time flies by so fast. It's almost the blink of an eye. Come on, raise your glasses and have a drink. This year, we should live happily. Don't look sad, as it will only bring bad luck. Smile so that the year will be smooth. "

Jiang Shoujia raised the glass in his hand, and everyone stood up together. After giving their toasts one by one, everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year.

Jiang Fubao, who was thousands of miles away, was actually not that miserable.

She took her servants and officials to book a private room at the most famous restaurant in Canghai and had a feast of all seafood. It was such a delight.

Seafood must be paired with wine. Jiang Fubao got drunk that night and was finally carried back to the inn by Pan Erya.

Xue Huan followed behind her eagerly, fearing that the young lady would fall, but she underestimated Pan Erya's arm strength. It was easy for her to pick up Jiang Fubao, who was not heavy to begin with.

Xue Huan was holding a shoe in each hand, which belonged to her young lady, and she was running happily.

Fortunately, the skirt was long enough, otherwise the lady's socks would be exposed.

There are almost no people on the street, otherwise Xue Huan would not allow this. The young lady's innocence is the most important.

"Sister Erya, slow down. It will be over if you fall. You're thick-skinned so it's okay, but don't let my young lady fall. I can't keep up. Slow down." The more Xue Huan said from behind, the faster Pan Erya walked.

There is quite a difference in height between the two.

The snow wash only reached Pan Erya's chest.

How could her short legs keep up with Pan Erya's long legs?

The imperial city at that time was decorated with lights and colors everywhere.

There were so many people setting off fireworks. Shen Hechi stood in a pavilion on a low hill outside the city and looked out, just able to overlook the night view of the entire imperial city.

He doesn't like this kind of excitement that doesn't belong to him.

So I left the city early.

"Master, the pot is hot. Do we need to put the mutton in?" asked the servant on the side.

"Well, put it down. We'll go back after eating." Shen Hechi retracted his gaze and rubbed his red hands that were frozen.

Just as he sat down, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks rang out in the city, and flowers bloomed.

"Young Master, why don't you go to the city and book a restaurant? It's so cold here, in the desolate mountains and wilderness, so deserted." The servant was a little confused.

"It's just me here. No matter how lively the party is, how lively can it be?" Shen Hechi picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks. It was cut very thinly and would be cooked after blanching. However, he did not put it in his mouth to taste it, but was in a daze.

Fubao, are you reuniting with your family?

She will be sixteen next year, the Jiang family won't marry her off so soon...

He wanted to climb up, faster and faster.

As I was thinking about it, the mutton on the chopsticks became cold.

However, Shen Hechi did not put it back into the pot for another boil, but ate the cold mutton instead.

"Go back." He put down his chopsticks, not wanting to take a second bite.

The pot and the mutton were thrown away and just left there until the fire went out.

In the middle of the night, animals from the mountains came over following the scent.

On the seventh day, the last day of the New Year, the streets and alleys began to return to normal.

Almost all the shops are open for business.

The stalls were also set up.

Shouts were everywhere.

Fifteen days after the New Year, Jiang Fubao received letters from Meng Bujiu and his family.

After she finished reading the letters at home, she opened Meng Bujiu's letter.

After reading only a few lines, her eyes widened.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Xue Huan was peeling peanuts. The young lady liked to eat peanut butter recently, so she had to peel more peanuts. The chef of the inn didn't peel them carefully and didn't even remove the skin cleanly.

It really affects the taste, so she has to make sure the lady eats and drinks well.

Before leaving, she had promised the old lady that she would take good care of the young lady and she would never break her promise.

She is Xue Huan, and she always keeps her word.