The arrival of Uncle Lin and his group was noticed by many people.
I also heard what Uncle Lin said, that he was going to find his master.
The villagers were all envious:
"The Xin family is really going to rise! Tsk, tsk, how enviable! Tell me, why doesn't Fubao come to my house?"
"Why would I go to your house? Can your family afford to support them? What has your old woman done to your granddaughters? How can Fubao be willing to go?"
"Alas, after all, the Xin family is kindhearted. These days, it's hard to find someone who treats a girl this well."
"Haha! You treat your daughter like a nobody, don't think others do the same! My daughter is a treasure too!"
The after-dinner conversation of the people in Xiayan Village finally shifted from that strange night to Uncle Lin and his group and the Xin family.
There are many people who envy him.
Xin Guoguo has been meeting the aunts from the village whenever she goes out these days.
The aunts touched her head, held her little hand, and then gave her a candy or an egg.
However, she did not eat any of the candies and eggs, but gave them all to her aunts' children.
The days passed by in a dull and uneventful manner.
The days that followed were still the same as before, and I would have a very strange feeling from time to time.
Xin Guoguo tried to explore again and again, but never found the right way.
Uncle Lin and his friends settled down in the courtyard next door.
Xiao Ting also stayed in the Xin family.
However, Uncle Lin had given Old Lady Xin a neatly arranged plate of silver on the day he arrived.
50 taels each, 20 in total.
They are stacked neatly.
Where had Old Lady Xin ever seen so much money?
After refusing twice, he finally accepted it.
However, from then on, Xiao Ting no longer had any work to do in the Xin family.
So, he spent most of his time playing with Xin Guoguo.
Then I would wait for Xing Guoguo’s three older brothers to come home from school and help them with their homework.
In the blink of an eye, winter came.
This is the first winter these refugees have spent in their new home.
They had lost all their belongings long ago.
Even after coming to Xiayan Village and struggling to earn some money, they were still short of winter supplies.
This morning, the wind was howling coldly.
Even with the doors and windows closed and a thick quilt covering the body, it was impossible to resist the cold.
Xiao Ting was woken by the cold. It was still dark outside, so he didn't rush to get up.
But lying on the kang, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
There's even a feeling that you're getting colder the more you sleep.
Suddenly, he heard a faint cry, which was not clear and seemed to be carried by the wind.
Judging from the direction, it seems to be Uncle Lin and the others.
Xiao Ting was confused and simply decided not to sleep.
He got off the kang carefully.
Light the lamp.
Put on your clothes, open the door and go out.
Standing outside the door, the crying became clearer.
He also had a complete grasp of the location.
The crying sound came from outside Uncle Lin’s yard.
He frowned.
He leaped onto the wall between the two adjacent houses, then took a few steps and looked out in the moonlight.
Uncle Lin and the others were also woken up by the crying. Now they were all dressed and went out.
As soon as I came out, I saw a small figure on the wall.
All of them were martial artists with sharp eyes and ears, and they recognized the person on the wall at a glance.
But precisely because they recognized this person, they couldn't help but twitch their lips.
He turned his head away and pretended not to see it.
Is this still their young master who abides by the rules and never oversteps the bounds of propriety?!
Uncle Lin walked over and opened the door.
Then I saw a thin figure on the right side of the door.
The figure was squatting on the ground, burying his head between his knees and crying.
Uncle Lin frowned.
I walked up to the man and asked, "Hey, who are you? Why are you crying at my door?"
Especially now, it's still dark.
A thin and frail person with disheveled hair, wearing a black and gray dress, was crying at the door of his house.
No matter how I look at it, it's creepy!
The man raised his head, his big eyes filled with tears.
The whole person looks pitiful.
Uncle Lin recognized that this was the house next door to theirs.
The house he lives in now is adjacent to the Xin family on the left, and the right side was originally empty.
But later a family of refugees moved in.
The refugee family was a large one, surnamed Zhang, but he didn't find out their specific name.
This family consists of an old father and three other families including his brothers and sisters.
These three families are all married and have one or two children each.
The person looking at him with tears in her eyes at this moment was the old man's little daughter.
The woman looked at him eagerly: "Wow... I'm so cold. There are not enough quilts at home. I can't sleep..."
Uncle Lin: ...
"You're cold, but you shouldn't be crying at my doorstep in the middle of the night, right?"
What kind of magical practice is this?
woman:……
The tears fell even harder.
"You...how can you be so cold-blooded?! I'm a weak woman, and I've already humbled myself like this, can't you just give me a blanket?"
Uncle Lin was shocked by these self-righteous remarks.
He is a rough man and has never been good at arguing with others.
But he is not someone who will be bullied.
Rolling his eyes, he simply sent someone to knock on Zhang's door and then asked someone to call the village chief.
Although it is almost dawn now, few people in the village get up too early during the winter.
The village chief was awakened by a knock on the door early in the morning and felt a little annoyed.
How pleasant the days were in the past.
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