Chapter 289 Father finally wrote a letter!
"Hey, you silly girl, you can't even get over the threshold?"
The old man stood by, making sarcastic remarks, while enjoying his hot tea.
The sudden drop in temperature caused Baozhu to catch a cold these past two days. She had already lost some weight, and seeing her like this, looking on longingly, was truly pitiful.
Jiang Nuanzhi rolled her eyes at the old man, quickly put down what she was holding, went over and picked up Baozhu, tenderly blowing on the wound on her hand.
"Baby, does it hurt?"
Baozhu had been holding back her tears, but when Jiang Nuanzhi asked that question, large tears immediately streamed down her face: "Mother."
"My dear mother, did you hurt yourself? Don't listen to your Grandpa Jing's nonsense."
Jiang Nuanzhi gently kissed her forehead and carried her inside.
"Grandpa, please bring the package and letter inside for me."
The old man slowly moved in that direction in Li Rong's wheelchair, muttering, "That brat Anuan, all she knows is how to order me around. She hasn't cooked me anything delicious for days."
He moved the wheelchair closer, placed the items on his lap, and then moved it into the house. As he passed the threshold, he frowned, slapped it hard, and the chair rose up, leaping over the threshold and landing steadily inside the house.
The old man nodded in satisfaction and was about to move his wheelchair when, a second later, he heard a click.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the old man sprang from his wheelchair, and one of the wheels on one side snapped with a crack. The chair tilted to one side, making it completely unusable.
The old man frowned and patted his chest: "That lousy wheelchair of Li's is really too flimsy. Luckily, I can run fast enough."
As he spoke, he handed the things in his hand to Jiang Nuanzhi.
Baozhu had stopped crying, and Jiang Nuanzhi was applying medicine to her little hands. However, the next second she saw that the wheelchair was broken, and she burst into tears.
"The wheelchair, Daddy's wheelchair!" she said, pointing to the wheelchair with a trembling little finger, her voice filled with utter grievance.
"No, no, no, don't cry, little darling, keep your voice down." The old man was immediately at his wit's end and rushed over to coax her.
Baozhu glanced at him and immediately burst into even louder sobs.
The old man frantically pulled at his hair, "Little darling, don't cry! Your father's legs are all better now, he doesn't need a wheelchair anymore. Besides, we don't even know when he'll be back. Maybe he won't come back at all, and then our wheelchair will be useless."
Baozhu paused in her crying, then burst into even louder sobs the next second.
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her temples: "You're the one in charge, say less."
Jiang Nuanzhi picked up Baozhu and said, "Don't cry, don't cry. When Daddy comes back, we'll give him a different gift, okay?"
"Grandpa Jing is right about one thing: your father's legs are all better now, aren't they? He won't be sitting on this anymore."
Baozhu sniffled and sobbed, "Mother...but...even though Grandpa Jing has good legs, he still needs a wheelchair."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
He immediately turned to look at the old man, who turned his face away, looking completely normal, as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Nuanzhi was speechless for a moment. She looked down at Baozhu's clear eyes and said, "That's because your Grandpa Jing is lazy. Baozhu, we shouldn't follow Grandpa Jing's example."
The old man: "."
"Who said I'm lazy? I am. I am."
Jiang Nuanzhi and Xiao Baozhu both looked over. In fact, Jiang Nuanzhi also wanted to know why he was so fond of Li Rong's wheelchair.
"Ahem, I was just trying to see if it would work for him."
"Hey, all of you, stop looking at me and hurry up and check the letters."
As the old man spoke, Baozhu stared intently at the letter in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand: "Mother, look!"
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded and looked through the letters one by one.
"This is from Military Advisor Shen, General Wan's Little Xuan Ting, Physician Que, this is from Wan'er, and this is from your father. Oh, Baozhu, these three letters are all from your father, aren't you happy?"
Jiang Nuanzhi took out a letter signed by Li Rong from a pile of letters and gave it all to Baozhu.
It is said that Li Rong has been writing letters frequently lately. Although what he says is somewhat cryptic and the gifts he sends are also strange, he receives letters almost every day. It is unclear why Baozhu is still so attached to her father's letters.
Baozhu held the envelope in her hand, staring intently at it.
One letter had a small plum blossom mark on it, I put it aside for now. The second letter, there was another one, I put that aside too. The third letter, nothing!
It really is my father's letter!!!
Baozhu jumped up, clutching the letter: "Mother, Mother, Father finally wrote! That's wonderful!!"
Then, she immediately gave the letter to Jiang Nuanzhi: "Mother, look quickly, look at what Father said!!"
Jiang Nuanzhi: "???"
Why are you so different today than you were yesterday when you saw your father's letter?
Jiang Nuanzhi sensed something was amiss, but she still took the letter and examined it carefully.
"My wife A Nuan, Zhan Xinjia.
Rong recently acquired an item in Pingning, and thinking that it was barely a suitable match for Anuan, he presented it to her.
The road ahead is bright, and things are going smoothly for you. You are also in good health, so there is no need to worry.
"Household chores are many and tedious; Ah Nuan must be working hard. Please don't be upset. When Rong returns, accept any punishment without complaint. Rong has sent back some silver for household expenses; don't be stingy. Rong will send more in the future."
Upon seeing this, Jiang Nuanzhi immediately unpacked the layers upon layers of packaging. One of the wooden boxes opened to reveal a string of crystal-clear gemstones. The stones were inlaid with stones Jiang Nuanzhi had never seen before; even on this cloudy day, their iridescent colors were visible. Placed on her wrist, they made her skin appear even more translucent. Jiang Nuanzhi immediately took a liking to them and asked Baozhu to put them on for her.
There was also a stack of silver notes in the box. Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at them briefly; there were about a dozen, five or six of them being 100 taels each, and the rest being 50 or 20 taels. Jiang Nuanzhi sorted them out and calculated that it amounted to about 850 taels.
She placed them all directly into Baozhu's arms, smiling broadly, and said, "They were all sent back by Father. Aren't you happy?"
Baozhu's big, dark eyes sparkled: "Happy, Mother, are you happy?"
She mimicked Jiang Nuanzhi's mannerisms, stuffing the silver notes back into Jiang Nuanzhi's arms while giggling incessantly. She even rubbed Jiang Nuanzhi's gemstone bracelet with her little hands: "Daddy chose it for Mommy, it's so pretty. Much better than my brothers'."
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her little head. The little girl really was something else; her emotions came and went so quickly. Then, she chuckled and said...
"Not every gift from your father is nice. Didn't he bring me a grasshopper made of straw and a wreath of flowers with all the leaves fallen off yesterday?"
After thinking for a moment, he added, "A few days ago, he also gave me a bag of colorful clams."
As Jiang Nuanzhi spoke, her expression held a hint of something unspeakable.
(Attached image: Toy Galahad)
(End of this chapter)
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