Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

"Yu'er forgot, the Han family has big yellow dogs and puppies."

"Oh." Yu'er remembered that she had two puppies at Han's house.

Thinking of the cuteness of the puppy that Brother Qi and his sister had mentioned, Yu'er forgot to be afraid in an instant.There was even an urge to get off the ground and put on my shoes to see the puppies.

Grandpa Meng is an old man, so he couldn't see his grandson's intentions, so he hurriedly coaxed: "Even if Yu'er wants to see the puppies, I have to wait for the snow to stop. Grandpa will take you there."

Yu'er listened to persuasion, and when her grandfather said she would take him there, she obediently sat beside her grandfather.

When Fu Yu's figure appeared in the sight of the grandfather and grandson, Yu'er didn't recognize it at first sight.The little eyes seemed to say: Where did this little old man come from?

Grandpa Meng looked at his son covered in snow all over his body, but felt distressed. He was just about to get off the ground to put on his shoes and sweep the snow off his son with a broom.

The daughter-in-law came out of the kitchen quickly to sweep the snow off her son.

Seeing her parents talking and laughing, Yu'er leaned over to the window sill, and began to pat the glass window with her two chubby little hands, yelling loudly: "Father, mother."

"Eh."

The snowflakes on Fu Yu's body were swept away by Mrs. Fang before entering the old father's house.

"Yu'er, how are you doing?"

"Father, luckily I passed by. I looked at the three thatched huts of the Han family."

"Really?"

"I was just shaking when I saw it, and my son didn't dare to stay longer, urging them to pack up quickly. Otherwise, if my son was delayed for a while, the house would collapse."

After hearing his son's description, Grandpa Meng was also afraid for a while.If the house collapsed in such cold weather, the consequences would be disastrous.

Fu Yu knew that his old father was soft-hearted, so he hurriedly told about the situation of the old couple of the Han family when they came home.

"Before I went to Wujia Village, I asked Qicheng to set fire to the inverted house next to them. Just now, my son saw that the house was also heated up. It should be fine to live in tonight."

"That's good."

In the third inverted room, the old couple of the Han family cleaned up the room with tears in their eyes.Their tears can only be shed secretly, not daring to let the grandson see.

Han Zhi squatted beside the stove, helping his grandma to burn the kang.The branches one by one were filled in, and the flames grew stronger.

His little face was flushed against the light of the fire, and the corner of his mouth was still smiling.Occasionally, I would raise my head and talk to my grandparents: "Grandpa Meng is a good person, Uncle Fu is also a good person, and Auntie is also a good person. Sister Caring and Yu'er are also good people."

"Well, they are all good people." After Grandma Han finished speaking, she glanced at her old man again and said, "Old man, after we finish packing up these things, let's go to the main room to kowtow to Mr. Meng Er and his son."

"Yeah." Grandpa Han agreed, and then said as if talking to himself: "We have to thank him well, just our three shabby houses, we may not be able to get through tonight."

"Yes."

Listening to his grandfather and grandma talking, Han Zhi felt extremely satisfied. He also told himself quietly that he must work hard for everyone in Grandpa Meng's family in order to repay Grandpa Meng's kindness.

The snow was still falling, and although the snowflakes became smaller after nightfall, it still fell all night.

In the early morning of the next day, facing the ten thousand rays of light, Fu Yu asked a question from his heart.

"Father, in Liaodong, do you have to lose your knees in every snow?"

Grandpa Meng didn't know how to reply.

"Almost." Lao Jin who had just walked into the courtyard helped to answer.

I have to tell you one more thing. After Qi Yuanshan was promoted to a thousand households, he promoted Lao Jin to be the general manager of Yingzuiya Guard.

After being the general manager, Lao Jin was very busy. Grandpa Meng didn't expect Lao Jin to come so early and was covered in snow, so he called him into the house to keep warm.

"Second Brother Meng, no, I'm so busy these days that I hit the back of my head, and the loom was delayed by me. Today, they are all sweeping the snow, so I don't need to train, so I came here to do more." Lao Jin After speaking, I went to the warehouse.

Grandpa Meng did not agree, "Old Jin, even if you are in a hurry to work, you don't care about this moment. You should drink some hot tea to warm your stomach first."

"Second Brother Meng, I'm fine. If I can do this job, I won't be cold."

As Lao Jin said, he took off his cloak, picked up his tools and started working.

Meng Yuluo knew that Uncle Jin was coming, so she ran over to help him.

"Good boy, really good."

Lao Jin didn't expect that this eight-year-old and a half-year-old boy would look good when he was working for him, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was.

A thought arose in my heart, "Boy, how about being my godson?"

Meng Yuluo thought she had heard wrong, so she stood there stupidly looking at Lao Jin.

Lao Jin thought that the child was unwilling, so he began to lobby hard, "Boy, you won't suffer from being my godson. Not only will I teach you how to do carpentry, but I will also give you the family fortune in the future."

Meng Yuluo: ...

"Although my family is not rich, it is definitely more than enough to marry you a wife."

Mrs. Zhong happened to come over with a teapot and bowl, and listened to what Lao Jin said.He just stood outside the warehouse and didn't dare to go in.

Seeing that the boy hadn't taken over yet, Lao Jin began to pretend to be pitiful. "Boy, I don't need you to worry about it too much. As long as I die, you help me burrow into the ground, and burn some paper for me during the festival."

Meng Yuluo felt that Uncle Jin was a good person, and being able to be his godson was a blessing he had cultivated in his previous life.

What's more, what Uncle Jin said just now was too pitiful, so he wanted to tell Uncle Jin and reply him after he discussed it with his mother.

In the end, before he could say anything, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother standing at the door of the warehouse, and hurriedly called: "Mother."

Zhong felt as if he had been caught eavesdropping, and his face slowly turned red.

Lao Jin didn't expect that when he was tempting someone's son to call him father, he was caught by his own mother, and his old face immediately seemed to be covered with a big bulletin.

Fortunately, he was so tanned that he couldn't really tell if he didn't pay attention.

Zhong lowered her head, not daring to look anywhere, put down the teapot and bowl, turned around and ran away.

Lao Jin waited for the sound of footsteps to run away before he dared to sneak a glance.

He didn't pay attention to it before, but looking at this little lady today, she looks quite pretty.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he looked at the idiot next to him who didn't know what to do, and a good idea that killed two birds with one stone flashed in his mind.

He was not in a hurry to make the loom, so he put down the tools in his hand and ran like a gust of wind into the house where Brother Meng lived.

Meng Yuluo: What happened to Uncle Jin? He ran so fast.

Lao Jin: Except when chasing the Tatars, I ran fast today.