Chapter 337 Heading for the Jiang Family
Seeing this, Feng also stopped, tucked Xiao Nuobao's hands into her sleeves, and waited for the refugees.
Although Xiao Nuobao was tired, he was not at all restless. After yawning, he hugged his mother's shoulders and lay down obediently.
Soon, the ox cart stopped steadily, and two officials came down one after another.
They counted out the nineteen people, pressed their fingerprints on a list one by one, and pointed them to the village chief.
"These are from your village. They have all been registered in our Yuncheng. From now on, your village will manage them and take good care of them."
The village chief was not very literate, so he pulled Zhang Xiucai to look at the book.
At this time, Zhang Xiucai was sharp-eyed and found that one of the families had been painted over and another name was given next to it, as if there had been a replacement.
In addition, the number of people was wrong.
Wasn't it originally agreed to be 21? How come there are only 19 now? There are two less.
Mr. Zhang was just about to ask.
But at this moment, the official had already collected the register, and after giving a few unimportant instructions, he got on the car and rushed to the next village.
As soon as they left, the village chief called everyone to come over and recognize the newcomers.
"We are all from the same village. We need to know your names so that we can call each other by name in the future."
Among the five new households, there was no male, only women, children and the elderly, wearing thin clothes in the cold weather.
The villagers had been very curious for a long time, and now they all crowded forward and looked over.
Only three of them had children.
The boys were older, but the oldest was no more than eight or nine years old. The only girl was only three years old. She was crying non-stop, not knowing whether she was hungry or cold.
"Oh, why are there no men? I was thinking of adding new people to the village. If there is a suitable one, I can recruit one for Ju Jiao to marry." Mrs. Liu stood on tiptoe and looked around, and couldn't help shrugging.
Mr. Zhang rubbed his hands happily, "But there are quite a few children. It seems that my school can have a few more new seedlings!"
They chatted idly, but the refugees stood still without moving, their bones trembling from the cold.
After the names were reported one by one, the village chief shook his head in worry, holding the cigarette pot.
"These families don't have young men, how are they going to farm in the future?"
He sighed, and waved his hand, "It's windy here, don't stay here, the children are cold. The village has vacated a few houses for you, go and settle down first, we have firewood and rice and flour, as for us villagers, I won't say much for now, you will get to know us slowly in the future."
Houses?
Rice and flour?
Hearing that there were ready-made things, the five families were stunned, then they let down their guard and couldn't help crying.
"We, we have met good people!"
"They even gave us a place to live."
"You don't know, village chief, we just passed by another village, and our fellow villagers were not only looked down upon, but also scolded like dogs. We felt bad." Their tears kept falling on the ground.
After all, as outsiders, they had just arrived and inevitably felt like a guest under someone else's roof.
The villagers were also very sympathetic and patted their shoulders.
After wiping their tears, the five families were so moved that they didn't know what to say, and they wanted to kneel down to thank them.
The village chief's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly helped them up one by one. "We are fellow villagers in the future, so you are not allowed to be so rude. This is not a small matter. And don't be afraid. We are all kind-hearted people in the village, and we will definitely not do xenophobic things
." "That's right. The relief porridge you ate in the city a while ago was given by the Jiang family in our village. As long as you get along well in the future, no one will bully you." Yang Tianmei and the women all stood up to persuade them.
Speaking of free porridge, of course the five families knew about it, and they bowed to Feng and Xiao Nuobao.
Xiao Nuobao rubbed his eyes, poked out his little round face, and waved back in a good-natured manner.
At this time, the woman holding the crying little girl kept looking at Feng and her mother secretly.
Her eyes sparkled, and after looking at the beautiful skirt of Xiao Nuobao, and then at the tattered shirt of her daughter in her arms, her eyes couldn't help but become sad.
"My dear girl, it will be soon. Mother will take you away from this hard life..." The woman murmured in a very low voice with swollen eyes.
In the morning, there were gusts of strong wind, which made the haystacks and window papers of each family whistle, and everyone's face was also painful.
The village chief felt it was inconvenient to talk too much, so he led the villagers and divided them into several teams to send the new households to settle down.
By the way, they helped them light the kang fire and gave them some ready-made dry food, which was regarded as a token of the villagers' goodwill.
Seeing that her daughter's face was red from the cold, Feng decided not to join in the fun. She went home, swept the floor, and picked up the broken firewood to burn on the kang.
Xiao Nuobao took off her outer jacket, lay down on the kang, stretched her arms and legs, and then lay back in the quilt next to Chun Ge'er, wanting to enjoy a good sleep.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, her right eyelid twitched twice for no reason.
"Huh? What's twitching?" The little guy was too sleepy to think about it, so he simply pulled his nephew's hand to help him press it for a while.
Soon, the kang was heated up, and no matter how cold the wind was outside the window, the room was still as comfortable as ever.
After Feng finished wiping the handle, she lifted the door curtain and saw two little kids huddled on the kang, snoring like a stack of monks.
Little Nuobao was sleeping on the quilt, with his legs spread out, kicking his chubby feet from time to time, as if he was dreaming about something.
Chunger's little hands and head were on her face, slurping his saliva as he slept.
Feng's eyes curled up unconsciously.
What lovely children, and how adorable they were. One more look at them would make your heart melt.
She tiptoed in, kissed each of them twice, then straightened the two children and pulled the quilt over their belly.
After leaving the house, Jiang Fenghu happened to come back, and Feng asked in a low voice how the new households were settling in.
"Second brother, have the new households moved in? What do they think? Do they seem to be able to get along well with each other in the future?"
Jiang Fenghu was a bit nervous, and he thought about it, "I don't see any major problems on the surface, except that one family seemed to think the house they vacated was too shabby, and they grumbled a few words, but that was all."
"Which family?" Feng asked casually as she prepared lunch.
"It's the family with the young lady. I heard that this family was originally quite wealthy and scholarly. They used to run a school. They were assigned the shabby house that Wang Daxi's family lived in. It's indeed smaller." "
However, although the Ding family's house is spacious, there are two families living together there. As for the other two families with only elderly people and no children, they were settled by the village chief in the thatched house left by Grandpa Tian Mei. In fact, they live in almost the same place." Jiang Fenghu replied.
Feng thought that maybe the family had lived well before, but now the gap is too big, so they grumbled a few words, but it was not a big deal.
It happened that Jiang Fenghu was going to go out with Yang Er again at this time, asking each family who had old bedding that they didn't want, and gave it to the new households.
Feng called him back and said, "Don't ask around. The first-class guest rooms in Xianquanju just replaced a batch of bedding a few days ago. They were not to be used anymore. You can take them."
Jiang Fenghu smiled, "That's great. It will save my and Yang Erge a lot of trouble. Let Tianmei and the others distribute them."
Not long after, there were a few thunders in the distance, and the sky was about to change.
Mrs. Liu and Yang Tianmei quickened their pace, carrying the soft bedding. There was only one family left to deliver.
When they entered the old house of the Wang family, as soon as they put down the quilt, a woman holding a little girl grabbed Yang Tianmei's hand.
"Good sister, don't leave yet." The woman raised her red eyes.
"Can you take me to the Jiang family? I was embarrassed to show my presence because there were so many people around. I have some connections with the Jiang family, and I came here just to visit their family."
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