The Cannon Fodder of Fast Time Travel, She Chooses To Farm - Chapter 996

  Chapter 996 The first love of the school grass who took the check and went abroad (34)

   “Third son, you are still young, and you always want to leave a queen for our old Xu family. This time, mother must keep her eyes open and find you a virtuous one.”

   Mrs. Xu thought that her third son was not bad-looking. He was 34 years old when he got divorced, so he was not too old. It is not difficult for a woman to get married twice at this age, let alone a man.

  But she ignored a fact—Xu Qishan’s leg was lame.

  The family is destitute, and now they are lame, who wants to marry in?

  Xu Qishan himself is unwilling to marry again.

  How can you not marry? Isn’t his lineage going to be extinct?

  Mrs. Xu was in a hurry: “How about adopting Shuanzi from your elder brother’s family to you?”

  The eldest, Xu Qijiang, gave birth to three sons and a daughter. The youngest son was six years old at the time.

  Xu Qijiang is willing, and it is not someone else, but his younger brother, and he is still in a big family anyway.

   But his daughter-in-law didn’t like it, so why should he adopt his son to the third child? The third child is not a rich man, and he is not yet well off.

  Xu Qishan is also unwilling, he still has to save money to go to Taiwan Island to pick up his daughter, and after raising his adopted son, can he still save money?

   But his old mother insisted that he adopt a child, or urged him to remarry.

  He neither remarried nor succeeded, so he kept urging him.

  Three years ago, Mrs. Xu was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. Before she died, she was still thinking about it, saying that the only person she couldn’t let go of was him.

  He held his old lady’s hand, and promised her that he would leave a queen for Lao Xu’s family.

  But he didn’t intend to adopt his nephew, but decided to adopt.

  At that time, the old monk in the temple on the mountain passed away, leaving behind a young novice monk who was less than two years old. It is said that the old monk picked it up in the mountain, and most of them could not afford to throw it away.

  Xu Qishan took this little novice home, went through the adoption procedures, and became his adopted son, so that his old mother could rest in peace.

  Since he became lame, he stopped thinking about going to the city to do coolies.

   However, the legs are disabled, but the hands are not disabled. After returning to the village, I have been learning how to weave bamboo baskets from an old man in the village.

But ordinary bamboo baskets couldn’t be sold at a high price, so he racked his brains to make them more beautiful than ordinary bamboo baskets, and brought them to the town to sell during big fairs. After a few years, he really saved some money and went back and forth to Taiwan. The travel expenses and accommodation expenses should be enough.

  Before the flash flood broke out, he was planning to finish the big fair, and took his adopted son to Taiwan Island to visit his daughter.

Over the years, he has also figured it out. If his daughter is willing to come back with him, of course he will be happy; Pack some pocket money.

   Unexpectedly, the father and father had not yet set off, and Shuangyang Mountain Village encountered a mountain torrent.

Fortunately, they were not at home at the time, and it rained for several days, and the private plot was flooded. Like other villagers, the two of them were scrambling to harvest in the field in coir raincoats and bamboo hats. It would be nice if they could grab some ripe potatoes and taro. . If they are left to soak in the water, there is really no harvest at all.

  At this time, there was a sudden “boom”, a flash flood broke out, and mudslides gushed down, instantly engulfing their house.

  Compared to the house being swallowed, at least people are still alive. If he didn’t go out due to the heavy rain, he might have died.

  Thinking of this, Xu Qishan, who was sitting in the tent weaving baskets, sighed.

   I don’t know if the hole in the wall where he hid his money was washed away by mudslides. He has saved money for many years, alas…

   “Little monk!”

   “Little monk, where is your father? There are guests at your house, call your father out quickly!”

  Led by an overzealous street worker, Xu Yin came to the entrance of the great hall where the disaster victims were resettled.

  Under the eaves, a few children with snotty noses were playing with paper bags, and a thin, bald child squatted in the corner, quietly watching them play.

   Seeing someone calling him, he stood up awkwardly, with a bit of curiosity in his ignorant eyes.

  Xu Yin: “…”

  Is this her little novice brother?

“elder sister?”

The little bald head raised his face, stared at Xu Yin for several times, and grinned: “It’s really my sister! You have a mole on your earlobe, and my father has it too. Sister, my father and I are going to see it.” You, why are you back? Then can dad and I go to Taiwan to see you?”

  Xu Yin laughed: “Do you want to go to Taiwan Island so much?”

  The child touched his bald head: “Father said to go to Taiwan Island to find my sister, and I found her to take us to play for two days. I heard that Taiwan Island is rich, and there is everything on the street.”

  But now that my sister is back, will Dad still take him to Taiwan Island?

  The little eyes were indescribably confused.

  Xu Yin pinched his little face: “I’ll take you there when my sister finishes her work. Then you can play for a few days if you want.”

“real?”

   Before the little bald head could be happy, several children around him jumped up enviously:

   “Little monk, can you go to Taiwan Island to play?”

   “I heard that Taiwan Island is very good, and the people there are always rich.”

   “Little monk, you are so lucky to have a sister from Taiwan.”

   “Little monk, is this really your sister? It can’t be Hanako, right?”

   “Yes, do you have such a beautiful sister?”

  The little bald-head answered quickly: “No, no, she is really my sister, not a flower girl! Look, she has a mole on her earlobe, and my father has it too.”

   “Who doesn’t have a mole? I have it too.” A little boy raised his arm and pointed to a small black mole on his arm for the little bald head to see.

   “It’s different, it’s not the same.” The little bald head shook his head like a rattle, “My father and my sister both have moles on their earlobes.”

   “…”

  The little boy couldn’t answer these words.

  Xu Yin patted her younger brother’s head amusedly: “Let’s go, take my sister to find my father.”

“good.”

  Before going in, Xu Yin thanked Comrade Liu Yan who led the way, and gave her a box of pineapple cakes bought last night.

   There was also a box of pineapple cakes opened on the spot, divided among the children present, and the rest was given to the little monk.

  The child is holding the pineapple cake, his eyes are shining, it is so fragrant and sweet! Just smelling it makes my mouth water.

certainly delicious!

   He got half a box of such delicious snacks!

  His sister is so nice!

  The child secretly looked up at Xu Yin, and it happened that Xu Yin was also looking at him, and both siblings were having fun.

   “Sister, I’ll take you to find Dad, our tent is at the very end.”

  He took the initiative to hold Xu Yin’s hand, and dragged her through the path left between the tents, his little mouth shouted excitedly: “Father! Father! My sister is back!”

   “Ah Shan, I seem to hear your family Xu Lin calling for her sister to come back. Could it be your family Yin Yin who has come back?”

  Hearing what Xu Dazhu from the tent next door said, Xu Qishan paused in weaving baskets, then shook his head and smiled wryly: “I haven’t looked for her yet, probably not.”

Xu Dazhu was tall, looked up at the direction Xu Lin was running towards, and said “Hey”: “Ashan, look quickly, your Xu Lin really brought a girl over, is it your Yin Yin? “

   This time, Xu Qishan couldn’t sit still anymore, put down the basket and stood up, dragging his legs that were a little numb, and limped to the entrance of the tent.

  Xu Lin pulled Xu Yin to the front and happily reported: “Father, sister came back to see what we did.”

   “Yin, Yinyin?”

   “Dad, it’s me.”

   “Kang Lang…”

   “Ouch—”

  Xu Qishan’s lame leg accidentally tripped over the pole supporting the tent, and the tent collapsed.

   “…”

  (end of this chapter)