After the old lady walked away, Mingyuehe stopped pretending.
"Sister, don't think you can just lie here with a clear conscience just because you're injured. You are an orphan. If my father hadn't been kind enough to adopt you, you wouldn't know where you are now, starving and freezing."
"Oh, uncle adopted me just for a good reputation, so that I can have a chance to compete for the position of brigade secretary. But don't forget that I am alone, so I am not afraid of anything. If you make me angry, I might do something that will affect your future."
"You...you dare."
"I'm already like this now, what else should I be afraid of?"
Ming Yuehe pursed her lips, turned around and forcefully slammed the shaky wooden door that could no longer be called a door.
She let out a breath slowly, feeling relieved that the man had finally left. If he hadn't left, she would have been unable to hold on any longer.
Suddenly I remembered that in that man's house, she took away Ming Hongdou's wood carving...
She quickly opened her hands and found that there were still traces of blood from her head on them, and at the base of her palms, there was a lifelike tattoo of a flying butterfly.
She looked up blankly.
Do people have tattoos these days? After carefully searching the original owner's memory, she found that there was no such thing. She was puzzled and used her other hand to wipe the tattoo. As a result, after a moment of dizziness, she opened her eyes and saw that it was no longer the shabby woodshed, but a beautiful and elegant two-story bamboo house.
Bamboo House???
Not knowing if there was any danger, she did not go in directly. Instead, she looked around and found a path next to the bamboo building. The path twisted and turned, and seemed to lead directly to the towering mountain behind.
There are white clouds floating in the sky, birds singing from time to time, breeze blowing, and bursts of flower fragrance.
What a beautiful picture of a paradise.
Unable to find any useful information, Ming Leyao could only walk into the bamboo building and push open the door to the second floor, which turned into a main hall. Hanging on the wall in the middle were the portraits of the Ming family's ancestors.
Below the ancestor's portrait is an offering table with an incense burner and a letter on it.
Below that is a futon.
Ming Leyao walked up to him, knelt down and kowtowed three times.
Her modern grandfather had shown her portraits of her ancestors before, and had also told her many stories about them. At that time, she thought they were too fantastic and just listened to them. But now, this paradise on earth made her believe that maybe what her grandfather said was true.
She stood up and picked up the letter. After unfolding it, she was sure that it was her grandfather's handwriting.
After reading a page of paper at a glance, Ming Leyao was sure that she had traveled through time. It turned out that her ancestor had already anticipated this and had written a letter long ago, which was enclosed in the family tree and passed down from generation to generation until it reached her grandfather's generation. Her grandfather had treasured it and had also made plans for her long ago. Presumably, the appearance of this wood carving in this era should be related to the ancestor.
Grandpa admired the ancestor very much, so he believed what he said and made preparations for her early on.
Ming Leyao couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes when she thought of the grandfather who had accompanied her growing up but went to another world after she went to college.
She folded the letter carefully and put it into the envelope, then opened the door on her left. There was a big bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, and a fluffy carpet on the floor, all exactly like her modern home.
When you open the closet, you’ll see not clothes but neatly arranged cosmetics, skin care products, toilet paper, and everything a girl could use.
I put the letter in the drawer of the dressing table and opened another room. I found it was a study. The collection of books in it was quite scary. I could read it when no one was around.
Then I went downstairs to check the rice, flour, grain, oil, and various things that could be used in that era stored in the warehouse by my grandfather, as well as my favorite snacks.
He opened a loaf of bread and took out a box of milk to fill his stomach. Looking at the warehouse with countless supplies, Ming Leyao felt that he could lie down in this era where one needed a letter of introduction to go out and a ticket to buy things.
But if you want to lie flat, you have to change the status quo first, otherwise there is such a group of top-notch people...
Haha, it turns out that she is destined to be a hard-working person.
After eating and drinking, and with no entertainment facilities available, Ming Leyao returned to her room, lay down on the hard wooden bed, and fell asleep soon after.
When I woke up, I was woken up by the old lady Wang Guihua.
The person she was scolding was Ming Xiaojiang, the eldest daughter of her fourth uncle.
Speaking of the brothers and sisters of the Ming family’s father’s generation, the differences in their personalities are extremely huge.
The eldest uncle is calculating, the second uncle is petty and greedy, the third uncle is her father, he is a little too honest, the fourth uncle is straightforward and not a bad person, the eldest aunt is weak, and the second aunt is very strong. She doesn't know whether she should praise the old lady for her ability to educate children...
"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you go and make breakfast? Do you want to lie on the bed and pretend to be dead like that loser? I don't know how your mother taught you to have such a stubborn temper."
"Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning? I didn't know that I didn't come back until very late yesterday because of the meeting in the brigade."
"Okay, okay, Mom won't say anything. My son is really capable. He can even attend a meeting with the captain and the others. Go back to sleep. I'll ask Ming Leyao, that money-loser, to get up and steam some eggs for you. Don't you like the eggs she makes the most?"
Ming Shi, the eldest uncle of the Ming family, was about to agree, but suddenly he changed his mind when he thought of what his eldest daughter had said to him yesterday.
"Mom, since Ming Leyao is injured, let her have a good rest. She can eat eggs anytime."
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