Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 385
A family of eight at the head of the village was having dinner when suddenly there was a rush of horseshoes. It sounded like a better horse, which startled the family.

Especially seeing this group of officers and soldiers stop at the door of their own house with the same movement of "calling", they were all terrified.

The youngest boy, who was not yet able to walk steadily, was holding on to the table and was being fed watery soup by his sister.

At this moment, seeing so many people suddenly came to the far door of my house, and the faces were so dark that they couldn't see their faces clearly, I was so scared that I burst into tears.

Although the sky has completely darkened, with the reflection of the fire, the expressions of fear and panic of the adults and children of the whole family are fully exposed.

Looking at the old couple, with a middle-aged couple and four children, they all looked at them with trepidation.

Lao Jin also knew that it was this hour, and he must have scared the whole family, so he hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, fellows, we are officers and soldiers from northern Xinjiang going to the capital. It's getting late and we want to find a place to rest. One night, so that we can continue our journey tomorrow morning. Also, we want to ask someone to cook a pot of rice soup for us."

Lao Jin looked at the family's expressions even worse, so he continued with a smile, "We brought millet by ourselves, and we cooked rice soup for us, and we paid half a catty for one rice."

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law heard that they were given a catty of millet, their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly nodded in response.

"We can help cook rice soup."

"Okay." After Lao Jin finished speaking, he took a rice bag off the horse.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stopped eating, and the two had a clear division of labor, one was busy cleaning the pot, and the other was carrying firewood.

When the old woman in coarse linen came over with a wooden basin, she looked at the golden yellow millet that Lao Jin poured out of the rice bag, with disbelief in her eyes.

"Master Jun, do you cook rice soup for all these rice?"

"Well, no matter what, the rest of us have to have a bowl for each of us."

"Master Jun, don't worry, let's cook rice soup right now, and it will be fine soon."

The old woman went to the kitchen with the tub, and the old man sent his grandson to the village head.

After a while, I saw a little old man with gray hair and stooped body, trotting after the elder and younger.

Seeing Lao Jin's age and military uniform, he knew that he was an official, so he approached him politely and said hello: "Master Jun."

Lao Jin didn't like to put on airs the most, so he briefly talked about their passing through the village, and he didn't mean to embarrass others. He just had dinner and was looking for a place where he could take a nap.

The village head is also very knowledgeable about current affairs, and immediately told everyone to go to his brother's house to rest.

His brother's house has a large yard, and his nephew is capable. Last year, he earned some money and took his parents to the town to enjoy the blessings. Now the old house is vacant.

"The weather is quite hot, and there is no need for bedding, just tidy up."

"Okay, then thank you, brother."

"Don't deserve it, don't deserve it."

Seeing that Lao Jin agreed, the village head's hanging heart also dropped.

There are really not many military masters who are easy to talk to, and the village chief is a little flattered.

When the pure fragrance of rice came out from the stove, the little boy who was standing on the low table yelled "Ahhh" and pointed in the direction of the stove.

Anyone can see that children are greedy.

Thinking of his two sons, Lao Jin couldn't see this, so he said to the old woman in the kitchen: "Old sister-in-law, when the rice soup is cooked, serve a bowl for the children too."

"Master, that can't be done."

"I say I can do it."

Before the old woman could speak, the old man took the lead. "Hey, our family is all thankful to Mr. Jun."

Thinking of the little grandson being able to eat pure millet soup, the old man smiled and the creases on his face piled up layer by layer like ravines.

The five or six-year-old girl with her younger brother happily taught her younger brother to bow to the military master.

The little boy seemed to understand what his sister said, and the transparent liquid flowed from his little mouth, which was stretched into a long line, and his dirty little hands clasped together to bow to the military master opposite.

"Well, the boy is not bad, he knows the times."

The little boy actually heard that he was praising him, and kept making kowtows with his two little hands, which made Lao Jin laugh "haha", and threw a bunch of big money over, saying to buy candy for the little boy.

Lao Jin's actions provoked big smiles on the faces of the eight members of the family, and said in unison, "Thank you, Mr. Jun."

Under the starry sky on a summer night, the wind was hot, Qi He couldn't sleep, so he sat in the yard quietly thinking about his thoughts.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" Old King Kong washed himself from head to toe with cool well water, and was about to take advantage of the coolness to sleep well, when he saw Qi He sitting there in a daze.

"It's too hot to sleep."

"If you can't sleep, you have to rely on it for a while, and we have to hurry at dawn."

"En." Qi He listened to persuasion, he followed Uncle Jin's words and followed into the house.

The next day, the sky was not beautiful. As soon as Fu Xinci opened his eyes, he heard the sound of dripping rain coming from outside, falling from the eaves like broken beads.

Her heart also fell, Qi He and Uncle Jin didn't know where they went?Is there any shelter from the rain.

The houses over there haven’t been roofed yet, so I don’t know what’s going on with the friends.

Fu Xinci had something on her mind all the time, so she took a few bites of breakfast before putting down her chopsticks.

Fang saw that her daughter had something on her mind, so she wanted to explain something to her, but Fu Xinci found a very perfect reason.

"Mom, let's have fried fish for lunch. Sorghum rice and rice with fried sea fish, I think I can eat a big bowl."

"I can eat a big bowl too."

When Ning'er heard her sister's suggestion to eat fried fish, she hurried over and agreed.

"Yes, sorghum rice and fried fish are the best meals at this time of year." Grandpa Meng thought so too.

"Well, let's have sorghum rice and fried fish for lunch." Fang also thinks this is good, otherwise it would be a waste of time for her to figure out what to eat for each meal every day.

Back in her own house, Fu Xinci stood in front of the north window, looking at the mountains to the north through the misty rain.

"Ugh."

Although her sigh was soft, it was still heard by Chun Yu.

"Girl, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay. I'm just wondering when the rain will stop, so we can go out and step on mushrooms."

Look, this excuse comes at your fingertips, you can find one at will.

"Girl, let's not go."

"...?"

"You forgot, you said that you don't compete with the poor."

"Did I say so?"

"You said it last year."

"I forgot." Fu Xinci was not perfunctory, she really forgot.

"You also said at the time that those little girls were pitiful, so they just stepped on some mushrooms and mountain products and sold them for money to subsidize their families."

　Thank you: the reward of passing years.

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(End of this chapter)