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Chapter 20 Old Love

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    Huang Shuhai frowned when he heard the words, annoyed that he was not vigilant enough, but when he heard the woman's voice, he recognized that it was the young woman who saved him.

    Seeing that Huang Shuhai didn't speak, Chu Rong was anxious, but she still said in a nice voice, "I saved you during the day, and at night I worked so hard to collect herbs for you. I don't mind paying for half a chicken for you.  Is it too much?"

    Huang Shuhai turned his head weakly. For some reason, he always felt that this woman was familiar, but very strange. He couldn't describe that feeling.

    And For some reason, a petite and cowardly figure suddenly appeared in his mind. The cowardice when he got married and the trembling during the bridal chamber passed through his mind for a while, and finally coincided with the woman in front of him.

    "Can."

    Faintly spit out two words, Huang Shuhai frowned, looked at Chu Rong secretly, and waved away the bold thoughts in his mind.

    Like, but not like.  It is impossible for the wife who has been together for three days to behave like this woman.  And it's been five years since he saw her. He doesn't even know what that delicate and timid wife looks like now.

    Chu Rong got an affirmative answer, and cheered excitedly. When the man looked up at her again, she felt that she was a little too excited. She sat down with a smile, and took out the herbs in the cloth bag and put them on a stone slab.  superior.

    "These essentials can reduce inflammation and relieve pain, and these are blood-boosting herbs. You can find a way to boil it and drink it, or eat it directly as wild vegetables."

    "By the way, I will collect herbs for you tomorrow and send them over, you"

    "Thank you." Before Chu Rong could finish speaking, Huang Shuhai thanked her first.

    Back in her own room, the moment Chu Rong pushed open the door, the two children rushed over happily and looked at her again and again, but they were obediently silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing Mrs. Huang and the others.

    "Mother, have you picked wild vegetables? Jin'er loves wild vegetables the most." Huang Jin'er was so hungry that she could only see the bottom of the basket, thinking that Chu Rong had picked wild vegetables, and said hastily.

    Huang Jun'er couldn't see what was inside, so he didn't say much, but stared at Chu Rong and nodded.

    Chu Rong felt soft in her heart. The two children were so sensible that she almost wanted to cry.

    "Hungry, mother not only found wild vegetables, but also picked up four wild eggs and half a roast chicken."

    Chu Rong turned around and closed the door. After talking excitedly, she called the two children to sit down on the side of the kang.

    "Wow¡­¡­"

    Bai Shengsheng's four fist-sized pheasant eggs lay steaming in the basket, and the other half of the roasted, browned pheasant was placed next to the eggs.  Huang Jin'er's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help exclaiming.

    Huang Jun'er quickly covered her sister's small mouth with quick eyes and hands, and nervously looked in the direction of the door, with some doubts hidden in her eyes.

    Hearing a few curses from the main house, he regained his composure, and the mother and son in the house heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

    It's not that Chu Rong was afraid of Mrs. Huang, but that she was very tired from the torment in the morning and didn't want to fight anymore.

    "Jin'er was wrong." Knowing that she was about to get into trouble, Huang Jin'er lowered her head timidly, and said carelessly.

    "It's okay, mother knows that Jin'er is very happy, so hurry up and eat."

    Chu Rong smiled and rubbed Huang Jin'er's head, and said comfortingly.

    Huang Juner suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed Huang Jiner to eat.

    "Hi, mother, can Jin'er eat eggs and roast chicken tomorrow?" Huang Jin'er hiccupped, stared at Chu Rong brightly, and asked expectantly.

    "Jin'er, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it tomorrow. This pheasant doesn't lay eggs every day."

    Chu Rong licked her lips, pondered over her words, and explained softly.  But seeing the eyes of the two children darken instantly, Chu Rong said hastily.

    "Although you won't be able to eat it tomorrow, you will definitely be able to eat it in a few days. Then mother will spread the egg pancakes for you, so that you can swallow them with your tongues."

    "Really? Mother, I've seen Brother Song eat egg pancakes, they are delicious." Huang Jin'er suddenly raised her head, and when she spoke, her thin, sallow face was still full of envy.

    The Song brother she was talking about was the eldest son of Huang Wenhai and Huang Wang, who was already ten years old this year. At that time, Mrs. Huang's treasure, the eldest grandson, put everything into his mouth.

    A ten-year-old boy can be regarded as a half-child in the countryside. Most people follow him to work in the fields from the age of six or seven. Only Huang Song, who is ten years old, has to wait for Huang Wang to get dressed.

    His younger brother, seven-year-old Huang Shan, isTo collect firewood, Chu Rong has not worked these days, and the job of feeding the chickens has also been handed over to that child.

    Chu Rong thought about it for a moment, and she didn't understand Mrs. Huang's thinking. In other families, the youngest son is favored. When she came to her, the eldest son was a treasure, and the youngest son was a grassroots.

    Even Huang Wang's side is like this, pampering the eldest son like a baby every day, while the younger son is thin and skinny, and he is malnourished at first sight.

    Well, no matter how thin you are, you are better than your two little ones.

    Chu Rong looked helplessly at the two children sitting side by side on the bed, staring up at her son and daughter, and couldn't bear to look at her, looking like an African refugee.

    "Really, it's late, go to sleep."

    Cheering softly, both children showed joyful smiles.  In the middle of the night, the mother and son were lying side by side on the kang, and there was only one quilt that could cover the three of them. Chu Rong had to hug the two little ones and dare not move, fearing that one of them would be squeezed out to freeze.

    It's just the beginning of spring, and the nights are still a bit cool.

    In the darkness, Huang Jun'er closed his eyes, leaning obediently beside Chu Rong, smelling the familiar scent of his mother, the four-year-old him calmed down.

    ?For some reason, this mother has become strange, but he really likes this changed mother, as if by her side, he doesn't have to worry about being beaten by grandma again, and he doesn't have to worry about being hungry.

    Chu Rong didn't know what the son in her arms was thinking. The three of them were tired all day, and after a while, there was a steady breathing sound.

    Before going to sleep, Chu Rong was still thinking about picking some herbs and sending them to the man tomorrow, maybe he could get something to eat in exchange.

    At this time, Huang Shuhai on the hillside ate half a roast chicken, chopped up the herbs with a dagger, and picked up a big stone to grind it.

    Taking off the linen coat on his body, his upper body was bare, with more than a dozen stab wounds, the most serious of which was on the right waist and abdomen. The flesh was turned up, and the surrounding area was already rotten.

    Huang Shuhai bit his coat, and put the dagger neatly on his wound.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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