Chapter 11 This little beggar is his son? !

When Zhai Ximo reached the door of the side room at the back of the house and was about to push it open, he saw a small wooden stick stuck in the lock on the door.

He couldn't help but grin. Who could this 'lock' protect against?

Mrs. Liu originally wanted to follow the third son in to take a look, but she didn't know whether the family would confront the third son's wife face to face after she returned home.

He hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket and pretended to go out to cut grass for the cows.

Zhai Ximo opened the door, but before he entered the house, he saw that it was a mess.

The bedding on the bed was dirty and had turned black from sleeping. There were some dry firewood piled on the ground, as well as a bag of corn kernels and a few potatoes scattered on the bumpy ground.

It looked even more dilapidated than when he left.

At this time, Zhai Zhaodi appeared outside the door. She looked at her uncle in the house and said, "I saw them washing clothes by the stream."

Zhai Ximo turned around and saw his grown-up niece, Zhai Zhaodi. A smile of an uncle appeared on his face, "Zhaodi has grown so tall?"

"Yeah," Zhai Zhaodi nodded.

She stood at the door and had no intention of leaving, thinking that her uncle would give her some candies.

But Zhai Ximo just put the suitcase in the room, turned around and came out, locked the door again, and went straight to the stream to find his wife.

So, my wife is not as lazy as my mother said. At least she knows how to wash clothes, right?

The sea is twenty miles away from Qianhai Town, and their village is backed by towering mountains. There is a stream flowing through their village all year round and finally flows into the sea.

Normally, the young girls and wives in the village would carry bamboo baskets and go to the stream to wash clothes. During the leisure season, the streamside would be filled with women washing clothes, laughing and making it very lively.

The source of clean water upstream of this stream happens to be right below Zhai’s yard.

This section of the stream forms a clear pool of water outside the Zhai family. Mr. Zhang, a highly respected man in the village, often comes here early in the morning to fish with a small stool, a fishing rod and a small bucket.

Today, Mr. Zhang, as usual, had already sat by the stream opposite the Zhai family and fished.

From where he was sitting, he could vaguely see the scene on the village road. He had already seen the tractor go out and return to the village not long after, bringing back a man in military uniform.

When he saw many villagers surrounding the man and walking into the Zhai family yard, Mr. Zhang understood what was going on.

At this moment, he also saw from a distance the third son of the Zhai family coming to the stream to look for his wife and children.

Zhai Ximo walked along the ridge of the field towards the stream with familiarity. Gradually, he heard several women washing clothes by the stream talking about the Zhai family.

At this moment, several village women came over to the stream with clothes in their hands, squatting on the clean big stones by the stream and beating the clothes.

Wang Ziru's hands were already frozen as she washed her son's pants in the freezing cold stream. She heard that when the family was divided last night, her mother-in-law secretly gave 60 yuan to her two sisters-in-law.

She opened her eyes wide, thinking this was really outrageous.

"Who told you that? Did my mother-in-law really give money to my eldest and second brothers last night?"

"Of course it's true!" The one who said this was Mrs. Wang, who lived next door to Village Chief Li. She was surrounded by people who were listening, and she spoke even more vigorously, "Last night, I was warming myself by the fire at Village Chief Li's house, and I divided the property among you. He told me about it after he went back, and he also said that your mother-in-law told him and Mr. Zhang not to let you know about this."

The pants in Wang Ziru's hands were almost washed away by the stream.

She asked coldly, "Each family got 60?"

"Of course!" Wang's wife explained in a vivid voice, "I heard that your mother-in-law was afraid that you would know that your husband brought money home every year and forced her to return the money, so she would rather give the money to the first and second sons than to satisfy you. Otherwise, why would she be so kind as to let you draw lots to choose the land first?"

Another village woman next to her sighed, "Zi Ru, I really admire your luck. You actually got the worst farmland of your Zhai family. There is not even any paddy field. If you want to eat rice in the future, you have to go to the town to buy rice. The rice is expensive and not everyone can afford it."

"But then again, you haven't received a cent of the money your husband brought home over the years. Now that the family has been separated, you should take good care of the child! Every time I see your Bao'er's frail body, I can't help but scold Granny Liu! She is so cruel! That's her own grandson, but he's not as good as the thing your eldest brother adopted..."

Zhai Ximo was shocked. When did he have a son?

During these five years, every time he wrote home, no one at home replied to tell him about such a big thing.

Also, he already has a son, so why doesn’t his mother give Wang Ziru any of the money he brings home?

He was the third child in the family and lived in the worst house with only a side room, unlike his eldest brother who lived in a two-room house with stilts in the west.

And his second brother lived in the two main rooms on the east side of the house.

Countless questions suddenly popped up in his mind. Zhai Ximo was also eager to meet his legendary son and wanted to see what he looked like.

At this moment, a little boy who had been squatting on a large rock nearby and playing suddenly ran to Wang Ziru and tugged at her clothes with his little finger, "Mom, there's an uncle over there..."

Several village women who were whispering to each other could not help but turn around and look in the direction of Baoer's finger.

The next moment, Wang's wife's face changed and she was shocked, "Zi Ru, why is your husband back?"

Wang Ziru was also stunned, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. When she finally reacted, she turned around and looked at a stern-looking man in military uniform standing on the sloping ridge. Her nose was sore...

Suddenly, several village women smiled and said to Baoer, "Baoer, why don't you go and call your father."

Zhai Ximo was deeply shocked.

This little boy dressed like a beggar, is he his son? !

Also, this child looks severely malnourished and is probably only 2 years old.

When Bao Er heard that this was his father, he did not expect that he looked exactly like the father in his dreams, tall and handsome. A happy smile appeared on his childish face. He turned around and asked, "Mom, is that uncle really my father?"

"Go up and ask him if he is your father Zhai Ximo." Wang Ziru said this with complicated emotions in her heart.

However, Baoer was weak and was often bullied by older kids in the village. When he saw the strange man with an aura of 1.8 meters, even if he was told that the man was his father, the little boy did not dare to take a step towards him.

But the little guy was in a particularly bright mood. He leaned on his mother's back and gave Zhai Ximo a childish smile.

Mr. Zhang, who was sitting on the opposite bank, originally wanted to say hello to the boy from the Zhai family, but now was not the right time, so he gave up.

Zhai Ximo hurried down from the ridge of the field, politely greeted the ladies, and then walked up to Baoer, "What's your name?"

"My name is Baoer..."

"Good boy, your snot is all over the place." Zhai Ximo picked up the child and took out a piece of clean hand silk from his military coat to wipe the child's nose. He felt particularly uncomfortable as he felt the lightness of the child sitting on his strong arms.

He lived frugally in the army and sent one hundred yuan home every year.

However, his biased mother would rather divide the money among his two brothers than give any to his wife and children.

Several village women were getting nervous, probably because Zhai Ximo had heard what they had just said by the stream. They hurriedly carried their clothes back home.

Only Wang Ziru was still washing clothes by the stream.

Wang Ziru ignored the man, washed the clothes, put them all into a bamboo basket, and was about to carry them home.

The man took a step forward, bent down, picked up the bamboo basket, and said, "I'll do it."

"mother……"

Baoer couldn't take his eyes off his dad. He was so happy that he couldn't help but tell his mom that his dad looked exactly like the one in his dream.

Wang Ziru washed clothes for a while and her hands turned red from being frozen. She thought Baoer was afraid of his strange father.

She rubbed her red hands and said, "Let Dad hold me! Mom's hands are cold."

When the family of three returned to the Zhai family yard from the creek, Liu Xiangqin and Xu Ping stared in amazement.

I saw the tall and handsome Zhai Ximo, holding Baoer in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other.

Wang Ziru followed behind him and took on the role of manager. The family of three looked very happy.

Xu Ping held the shovel in both hands and poured clay into the dustpan while chatting up the girl: "The third child is back home. Look how happy Baoer is. His little face is full of joy."

The two sisters-in-law also saw the third brother suddenly return home and wanted to get close to him. However, Wang Ziru did not intend to let her two sisters-in-law go just like that.

Walking into the yard and looking at the two sisters-in-law, she asked, "Eldest sister-in-law! Second sister-in-law! How do you feel holding the 60 yuan that mom gave you last night? Were you so excited that you couldn't close your eyes last night?"