Fan Zhaodi's strange heart settled down.
They didn't recognize her, but she recognized them!
These are the maternal grandfather and uncle of my eldest and second eldest sisters.
Before the family was divided, her maternal uncles would never give her a second glance when they came to visit. However, when her elder sisters' maternal uncles came to visit, they would always prepare a portion of candy for her as well, as long as there was a portion for her elder sisters.
Even if the three boys from the river and lake were gone, she still got her share.
She was too shy to accept it, so they said that boys shouldn't eat candy, and sweet things should be eaten by little girls.
Her mother would always rush out to let her catch it, and afterwards scold her for being silly for not knowing to accept good things from others.
But her maternal grandfather and uncles never gave anything to her eldest and second eldest sisters, nor even to the three of them, Jiang Hehu.
They divided things very clearly.
Nestled in the basket, Fan Zhaodi finally felt the unbearable pain from the wounds on her arms, hands, and legs.
Before, I was only focused on cutting thatch, afraid of not doing enough and getting scolded when I got back, and I didn't want to go back too early to do endless work and get beaten and scolded.
By the time she realized the weather had changed, it was too late. The strong winds could knock her over, and she stumbled and ran back. Where there were trees blocking the way, she was alright, but where there were no trees, every step she took would be blown back three steps.
She hoped countless times that her parents and brothers would come to her home in the mountains and forests to find her and take her home.
But there wasn't a single one...
Fan Jin and Hu's mother were on the oxcart ahead. They only knew who their father-in-law and Wen Hua had encountered, but the wind was too strong and the sky too gloomy, so they couldn't see or hear clearly.
No matter who it is, there's no time to return them now. Let's take them home first and deal with it when the wind calms down.
From entering the territory of Shanshui Village to returning home, what used to take less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick took more than half an hour.
Once they arrived home and entered the courtyard, both those who had returned and those who had been waiting at home finally felt relieved.
With the high wall blocking the wind in the yard, the wind suddenly subsided considerably.
Ling Ran, Yan Qiuxing, and Fan Jiang ran out of the house to help unload the goods.
Clothes and bedding were sent to the west wing, cured meat, sausages, and salted fish were sent to the storeroom, and pickle jars were sent to the kitchen.
Shui Qing, along with Fan He and Fan Hu, were cooking dinner in the kitchen.
Seeing that the people had returned, she told the two to watch the fire, and just as she was about to go out, she bumped into her father.
"Qing'er, look quickly, this little girl is bleeding from her hand!" Butcher Hu rushed in, pulling Fan Zhaodi along, and said anxiously.
"Auntie," Fan Zhaodi called out gratefully, her hands tucked in.
Butcher Hu exclaimed in surprise, "You actually know each other! That makes sense, everyone in the village knows each other."
He chuckled foolishly.
Shui Qing sighed and reminded him, "This is my brother-in-law's youngest daughter. You've met her several times before, Father."
Butcher Hu was even more astonished.
He looked her up and down for a while before saying, "Children change every day. Besides, you've been separated from the family for almost a year, and I probably haven't seen her for two years. How could I possibly remember her?"
Then he turned to Fan Zhaodi and said with a simple smile, "Little granddaughter, don't be offended if you can't remember, your old grandfather's eyes are failing!"
This child used to call him maternal grandfather, but he didn't recognize him today. It's really embarrassing for him.
Fan Zhaodi shook her head and said earnestly, "Thank you, maternal grandfather, for saving me."
Remembering the injury on Fan Zhaodi's hand, Butcher Hu said to his daughter, "Check if she has any other wounds. I'll go out first."
He looked down on his son-in-law's mother and his elder brother's family from the bottom of his heart, but he thought this little girl was quite good.
Every time she feeds her granddaughter and grandson, her brothers practically snatch the food away, while she stands at the back of the crowd, her eyes filled with envy.
Later, Qing'er's mother always told him to prepare an extra portion.
Good children deserve to be treated well.
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