Going to the Countryside in Northeast China, Educated Youth Relies on Embroidery to Sweep the Whole Village

Yi Chichi, a descendant of intangible cultural heritage embroidery, transmigrated into a small pitiful character of the same name and surname in the era.

Scumbag father and poisonous stepmoth...

350. Chapter 350 How many children are there?

Chapter 350 How many children are there?

Facts proved that Yi Chichi's judgment was completely correct. The three men led her from the main road into the alley.

The alleys in Guangzhou are a little different from the hutongs in the north. Most of the hutongs are straight.

The alleys are different. They are like narrow paths with twists and turns that can confuse people.

Yi Chichi had no doubt that if no one was there to guide her and she had to find her way on her own, she would get lost.

This alley is so winding, and every household has their doors closed. It is so quiet that it feels like entering an alien world.

Finally, we arrived at our destination.

Qiao Jun knocked on the door, and then -

"Uncle, we're here to see you!"

“Here it comes!”

A vague sound was heard from inside the house. Less than two minutes later, the tightly closed door creaked open, and an old man with a pale face, a slightly thin face and a cigarette between his fingernails walked out.

"Why are you here at this hour? Don't you have to go to work?"

"After get off work, come to my uncle's house for a meal."

The old man said "oh", and after his eyes paused briefly at Yi Chichi's face, he said, "Come in."

Before he finished speaking, he called out, "Ying, make some tea."

"good."

The woman's voice was loud and powerful, and Yi Chichi raised his feet to catch up with Qiao Jun and the others.

The door creaked shut.

Perhaps the yard and the wall gave the old man confidence and a sense of security. He turned around and glared at Qiao Jun and asked, "Why did you bring a stranger here, you little bastard?"

Qiao Jun laughed, "This is not a stranger."

Pointing at Yi Chichi, he said, "Uncle, her name is Yi Chichi, my father's eldest niece."

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, "Yaozi and Lao Mu's eldest niece?"

"Um."

The old man's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic, and a smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to Yi Chichi, "How are Yaozi and the others now?"

Yi Chichi quickly reached out his hand to shake his, and called him uncle before replying, "Okay, Auntie is working in the commune hospital now, and Uncle Yaozi is still working as a doctor in the production team, and he also works in the fields on weekdays."

"No one is bothering them, right?!"

"That can't be possible."

Uncle Yaozi is a local tycoon and also a doctor who collects herbs and treats illnesses. Who would be so foolish as to offend him?

Not to mention that after Mu Da went there, she went directly to the commune hospital to work as a doctor. Because of Aunt Mu, the types and proportions of western medicine in Kaoshantun also became richer.

Both husband and wife are doctors, and one of them can get western medicine. Based on their professions, others can only curry favor with them instead of offending them like their brains have been kicked by a donkey.

“They are quite respected!”

"That's good."

The old man nodded, and withdrew his hand with a look of relief, saying, "Come in, I'll make you something delicious."

"Come on, come on, Uncle Yang's food is delicious."

Zhang Xiaoqin swallowed and pulled Yi Chichi into the house as if she knew the way.

Zhang Xiaojuan and Qiao Jun followed immediately.

Then, Yi Chichi saw Uncle Yang's wife, a woman with a big round face who was not very good-looking but had a cheerful and friendly smile.

"Hey, you brought a new friend."

"She's not a new friend either. She's Old Mu's niece."

Uncle Yang introduced the two parties enthusiastically, and then said to Yi Chichi, "We have been friends with Lao Mu for decades. Xiao Yi, don't be shy. Learn from Qiao Jun and the others just like you are at home."

"Okay uncle, aunt, I won't be polite with you."

She smiled and nodded, looking well behaved.

Aunt Yang looked at her with a little more fondness and brought her some tea. "Drink some tea and see if it suits your taste. Old Mu likes this tea."

"Then I have to try it!"

Yi Chichi stood up, took the teacup with both hands, blew away the hot air under Aunt Yang's expectant gaze, and then took a sip.

A little hot, but acceptable.

The tea tastes slightly bitter at first, followed by a light tea fragrance and a slight sweetness.

The taste is so familiar.

Her eyes suddenly widened. She had drunk this tea before. When Uncle Yaozi brought Aunt Mu back to Kaoshantun, he brought a lot of tea.

It turns out that the tea was taken away from Uncle Yang and his friends.

Aunt Yang saw her expression change and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"very good."

It's fine.

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"You four little guys keep chatting first. I'll go help your Uncle Yang."

"Okay, Aunt, you're busy, we'll entertain ourselves."

Zhang Xiaojuan smiled and waved her hand. Aunt Yang reminded them, "This is Xiaoyi's first time here, so you should treat us well. Otherwise, when Old Mu finds out that we didn't treat him well, he will send a telegram to scold us."

"Don't worry about us, we will make sure to treat Chi Chi well."

With the assurance from Qiao Jun and the others, Aunt Yang went to the kitchen with peace of mind.

As soon as they left, Yi Chichi immediately asked, "Are Uncle Yang and his wife and Aunt Yao friends?"

"The accurate term should be old comrades."

Qiao Jun took a piece of lotus cake and handed it to her. "According to my father, there were three great men in their team at that time, namely your Aunt Yaozi and Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang."

As he spoke, he explained in detail the relationship between the three people.

Muda was in charge of curing illnesses and saving lives. Western medicine was in short supply in that era, but she had the ability to bring people back from the brink of death with needles and herbs, and was nicknamed the Living King of Hell.

Uncle Yang is a chef, and he inherited the skills from his ancestors. He has been following his father and grandfather around in the kitchen since he could walk, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

Later he joined the army. Because of his good cooking skills and his ability to make tasty food with limited ingredients, he was naturally appointed as the quartermaster and chef.

When he was on a forced march, all he had was an earthen stove, a big pot, a big spoon and a kitchen knife.

In addition, he was not only good at cooking, but also good at physical martial arts. Many enemies died at his hands in bayonet fights.

Aunt Yang is a woman who is just as brave as any man. Not only is she in charge of logistics, she is also a cadre and is extremely brave when killing the enemy.

Because she was born with supernatural powers, she could carry most of the weapons, equipment and wounded when cleaning up the battlefield after each battle.

His hands and feet are nimble and deft.

Strictly speaking, none of the three are front-line combat personnel, but they form an iron triangle.

Their close and tacit cooperation has made them have an extraordinary friendship.

When Muda and Uncle Yaozi separated, Uncle Yang and the others were worried about Muda's life-long affairs. Then, seeing that she was injured and unable to have children, they even thought of giving one of their newborn babies to her to raise.

He was rejected by Muda, but they became godparents.

After learning the result, Yi Chichi wondered, "I have a question, how many children does my Aunt Yao have?"

Zhang Xiaoqin counted on her fingers and gave the correct answer, "There are eight people in Guangzhou, including me and Lao Qiao. If you add those who are not in Guangzhou, there should be nearly 20."

Yi Chichi, "..."

That's a terrifying number.

"Are you on good terms?"

"OK."

Qiao Jun smiled and said, "We agreed when we became her godparents that we, her godsons and goddaughters, would take care of her in her old age. Otherwise, where do you think those packages from grandma came from? They were all sent by her sons and daughters."

"I thought you guys sent it."

"We did send mail, but not much. After all, Lao Zhang and I had not started working at that time and did not have much money. It was only after we started working that we had more money and started sending more items."