Chapter 2 The whole family seeks justice for her

The two brothers were overjoyed.

You take a bite, I take a bite.

It tastes delicious.

Soon, the bowl of brown rice porridge was finished.

The bowl is clean.

It feels like being licked by a dog.

"That damned Chen Qiuju actually dared to protect that dead girl. If it weren't for my loud voice, I would have scolded her so hard that she would have gone into the main hall. The old patriarch would have just handled it with care. Look, the basket of eggs I lost is a full thirty. I'll sell twenty of them in town and leave the rest for Fubao to take care of himself."

After a while, there was a commotion in the yard.

It turned out that the Jiang family had returned.

Zhang Jinlan's voice came into the room.

Her voice was full of energy.

She swears so fluently that if you don't know her, you might think she's some shrew cursing.

"Mother is the most courageous. Your daughter-in-law admires you very much. This time, not only did I get thirty eggs as compensation, but also half a tael of silver for medical expenses!" Jiang Fubao's second aunt, Sun Pingmei, fawned on her mother-in-law.

"Just now Jiang Lingu wanted to attack, but I punched him so hard that his eyes became swollen. This bastard, don't dare to interfere again. This family is full of black-hearted and rotten things! The father and daughter are of the same character.

You brothers, protect Fubao for me from now on. If anyone dares to bully her again, just punch them back! You only have one sister, don’t let her get into trouble again, do you understand? "

Jiang Fubao climbed out of bed and looked out the window into the yard.

She saw her uncle Jiang Dahe educating his five cousins, namely gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

Looks fierce.

If he hadn't been wearing ragged clothes with a dozen patches on them, Jiang Fubao would have thought he was a thug from some wealthy family.

This temperament is not like that of a farmer at all.

Moreover, the Jiang family does not care about gender, age or status.

Everyone held a hoe and a hatchet in their hands.

Even the poorest ones would hold a laundry mallet and a rolling pin.

Grandma was the most amazing, holding a shiny kitchen knife in her hand. The sunset glowed on the blade, and the light reflected into Jiang Fubao's pupils.

She was stunned.

"It's getting dark. People from the first and second families, you two go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. We haven't eaten or drunk anything since this morning. We are starving. Remember to steam a bowl of egg custard for Fubao.

Use two eggs, add some lard, and sprinkle some crushed salt. Fubao loves it. Yanzi, go to the room and see if Siyin is awake. This kid has fainted from crying."

Mother-in-law spoke.

The three daughters-in-law of the Jiang family disbanded on the spot.

The rest of the people swarmed into Jiang Fubao's house.

In an instant, countless eyes fell on her.

Somewhat hot.

But Jiang Fubao knew that this was care.

It is also the love that the Jiang family has for the original owner.

Not long after I was held in my grandmother's arms, a dark shadow suddenly rushed in from the door.

The speed is extremely fast.

Like a cheetah.

"Fubao, Daddy's dear Fubao, if anything happens to you, how will Daddy live the rest of his life?"

It turned out to be Jiang Siyin.

The original owner’s biological father.

At this time, he was hugging Jiang Fubao and crying with tears and snot.

When they saw Jiang Siyin coming in, the Jiang family members ran away one by one as if they had seen a ghost.

Only the father and daughter were left in the room.

Jiang Fubao was a little confused.

But she was soon attracted by her cheap daddy's appearance.

This is so cool!

She has a high nose bridge and a pair of slightly raised red eyes. When she cries, her tears flow across her knife-like cheeks, making it impossible to look away.

Even wearing gray linen clothes could not hide his handsomeness.

Even if you say he is the poor young man Jiang Fubao, I would believe it.

But memory cannot deceive people, the original owner's biological father was just an ordinary farmer.

He has no special background, nor is he a prince who has been exiled.

Because Jiang Siyin looks like a carbon copy of his grandfather Jiang Shoujia.

It’s just that Jiang Shoujia is old.

As for the original owner's eldest uncle and second uncle, they looked more like grandma Zhang Jinlan.

Jiang Fubao was stunned by Jiang Siyin's handsome face.

After two quarters of an hour, the expression turned numb.

no.

The original owner’s biological father loved crying too much!

It's been almost half an hour and he's still crying.

How many tears to shed.

Is this the reincarnation of Meng Jiangnu?

Jiang Fubao's clothes were soaked with tears, but as a three-year-old girl, she couldn't say anything overly mature to comfort her father.

I could only let Jiang Siyin cry all the time.

Until her mother pulled her out of the dire straits.

Jiang Fubao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, don't scare our daughter. She hasn't recovered yet. If she gets a fever at night, that's all. Mother is calling for dinner. Go to the main room to eat. I'll feed Fubao egg custard. Don't stand here and stare."

Zhang Yanzi looked at her husband with tears streaming down his face and felt helpless.

My husband is good in every way except that he loves to cry.

Once she starts crying, it won't stop.

"Yeah, got it." Jiang Siyin listened carefully to what his wife said. He pulled up his sleeve to wipe his tears, then turned and left the room.

Of course, he turned his head five times, as if he would never see his daughter again after leaving.

Zhang Yanzi glared at him.

After turning his head, his expression changed instantly and he fed Jiang Fubao with a gentle look on his face.

The fragrant egg custard has an oily surface.

The wooden spoon scooped in, and hot steam came out. Zhang Yanzi blew on it and said, "Open your mouth, ah——"

Jiang Fubao felt a little awkward being treated like a child.

But when she smelled the aroma of the egg custard, her stomach started to growl.

I opened my mouth involuntarily.

The next second, the tip of her tongue felt the tender and smooth egg custard, and before she could chew it a few times, she swallowed it down her throat.

It smells so good.

The farm eggs are mixed with a little lard and sprinkled with just a few grains of salt, but they taste so wonderful, completely different from the foreign eggs sold in modern supermarkets.

It's like heaven and earth.

Jiang Fubao narrowed his eyes happily.

"Is it delicious? This bowl is all yours. Come on, open your mouth."

Seeing her daughter eating happily, Zhang Yanzi smiled even more gently.

Just one spoonful after another.

The small bowl of egg custard was quickly eaten up.

Jiang Fubao burped.

She overestimated her stomach.

At only three years old, his appetite is nothing like before.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Fubao lay down again and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was still dark.

It should be the middle of the night and it was unusually quiet outside.

There was no alarm clock or mobile phone here, so Jiang Fubao had no idea what time it was. He could only stare blankly at the beams covered with spider webs.

There were two more people on the bed, the two Jixiang brothers.

Three siblings sleep in the same room.

It's a bit crowded.

Suddenly, Jiang Fubao seemed to think of something. She jumped up from the bed and began to check her body.

See if there is space for a jade bracelet, necklace or ring or something.

After all, all the time travelers in novels have golden fingers.

I don't know if she has it.

A minute later, Jiang Fubao was greatly disappointed.

She had nothing on except her patched clothes.

There is an air of poverty and sourness inside and out.