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The old man opened the lid of the earthenware jar and served out three bowls of chicken soup. The rich aroma instantly filled every corner of the house.

Old Mrs. Han's eyes lit up: "It smells so good! It seems your mother's cooking skills are quite good, you are in luck."

Fu Bao smiled and said, "That's my aunt! She cooks really delicious food!"

The old lady said kindly: "Your aunt treats you well, so it seems that your family must be harmonious."

He drank a mouthful of soup, and then ate the whole bowl of soup and a small piece of chicken in front of the old man's surprised eyes. He even looked a little unsatisfied.

Old Master Han was overjoyed and handed over his bowl, saying, "It's rare to see you have a better appetite. Eat more."

Fu Bao looked at Old Lady Han and found that she was very thin, but her complicated clothes made her look less noticeable. When she drank soup, a section of her arm was exposed, and it was just like skin and bones.

Fubao asked with concern, "Grandma Han, can't you eat normally?" and pushed his bowl over.

Old Man Han sighed and said, "Yes, I can only eat a little fruit and vegetables every day. If I eat a little meat, I will vomit. If I eat too much, I feel uncomfortable, and if I eat too little, my stomach hurts. My family has changed seven or eight cooks, and I have seen doctors all over Yuzhou, but it's no use."

Fubao looked at the chicken soup in surprise. It was no different from what he drank every day. He saw Old Mrs. Han stirring it with a spoon. There was only a little bit of oil on the surface of the soup, which looked very clear.

Old Madam Han put down the spoon, looked at Fu Bao and said, "I haven't had meat for a long time. This is the first time I've tasted such delicious soup. I'm sorry to make Yi Shu laugh."

Fu Bao hurriedly shook his head and said, "How could that be? If you like it, I'll go back and tell my aunt and ask her to help make it. If she knew you like it, she would definitely be happy."

Old Man Han hurriedly said, "Yishu, we have difficulty walking, can you bring your aunt with you next time to teach the cook at home how to cook."

Fubao nodded: "I will go back and discuss it with her later."

Old Man Han touched the small bun on her head and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see what fun things there are at home."

Old Mrs. Han also followed behind, holding Fubao's little hand, and walked slowly forward.

The Han family's house was even bigger than their yard, probably more than twice as big. Walking out of the main house in the middle and onto the long corridor, they entered a larger wing room in the backyard. The house had mountains and water, a bamboo forest by the wall, a square pavilion in the water, and green lotus leaves growing out of the water, creating green waves when the wind blew.

Grandpa Han pushed the door open and greeted, "Yishu, tell Grandpa Han what you like."

When Fubao led Grandma Han into the room, they saw a room full of toys. Hanging on the wall were wooden swords and spears, rings of different sizes, and wooden horses of various shapes. Chess and Go boards were neatly placed against the wall, and the jade chess pieces were crystal clear.

Mr. Han took out a wooden box from the drawer, stroked the nonexistent dust on it, and said, "Open it and take a look."

Fubao opened the buckle and found a complete set of Luban locks inside. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it felt like smooth jade and had a good feel.

Mr. Han said, "I'll have someone deliver this wooden horse to your home later. It's something you kids love to play with."

Fubao: "Thank you, Grandpa, but this looks very valuable, I can't accept it." She felt a little embarrassed to accept things from others twice in one day.

Old Man Han looked at her with a tangled face and smiled, "Little kid, you think a lot every day. It's just made of wood. My grandchildren have grown up and they can't use it. So how about this, come over when you want to play..."

Fu Bao was happy and said, "Okay, I will definitely come here every day!"

Old Mrs. Han kept looking at her, her eyes full of tenderness, as if she was looking at her own child.

As his eyes turned, a three-meter-long bookshelf appeared behind Mr. Han. The books and bamboo slips on it were neatly arranged, and there seemed to be hundreds of volumes.

She opened her mouth in surprise: "So many books!" In this era, the price of books was ridiculously expensive. It was not an exaggeration to say that a book cost several taels of silver. There was even only one bookstore in the entire Pingyang Town. Most of the books only had one copy. Those scholars copied the books by hand and sold the handwritten copies. Only teachers in private schools and wealthy families could afford them.

The Han family seemed to be even more powerful than she had imagined. At least, judging by the large number of books in their collection, the family was wealthy.

Old Man Han walked over and randomly pulled out a few books, handed them to Fubao and said, "These are for children. Can you read? You can read them for fun."

When Fubao opened the book, he found that it was not filled with densely packed text, but illustrations. The monsters in the book were of various shapes and lifelike.

Seeing her serious look, Mr. Han smiled and said, "So you like books? The books here are for children. You can choose whatever you like. This one is the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which tells a lot of mythological prophecies." Then he took a look at the content and said, "This is the Classic of Western Mountains. If you like it, I can find you a complete set."

Fu Bao waved his hand: "No, no, I'll just look at this."

Old Mrs. Han had already pulled out a few books and handed them to her, saying, "These are my little grandson's favorite books. I don't know who compiled them, but they all tell fairy tales. Take a look."

Fubao was drowning in a sea of ​​books. Almost all the books here were pictures, with only a few words written on the side, so that even she, who did not know traditional Chinese characters, could understand them at once.

Yisheng likes reading the most. If he could see it, he would be so happy.

Fubao looked up at Mr. Han and asked, "My brother likes reading very much. Can I bring him along?"

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Of course, we both love the hustle and bustle."

In the whole afternoon, Fubao told them what happened on the way from Linzhou to Qingzhou and then to Yuzhou. The two old men were stunned. Finally, Mr. Han slammed the table angrily: "That damn Prince Li has never been a good person since he was a child! And his princess, the illegitimate daughter raised outside, the two of them are in cahoots with each other!"

After hearing that Fubao was captured by the human traffickers from Qingzhou, the two men's expressions changed. They looked at each other and said, "But is it the village outside Qingzhou that is famous for growing melons?"

Fubao was surprised: "You know that place too?"

Old Lady Han's expression was stern. "The princess of King Li grew up in that village. She knew what kind of dirty things she did, but because of her, she acted arrogantly and unscrupulously. The previous dynasty was overthrown and there were several crackdowns. I didn't expect that there are still people who dare to kidnap children now."

Fubao had never expected that this matter could be related to the princes and nobles of the previous dynasty.

When Chongwang came to pick her up in the evening, the old couple reluctantly said, "Please come over tomorrow. I've asked someone to bring a small table and chairs so that you can read books."

After returning home, Fubao said at the dinner table: "Aunt, Grandma Han asked you if you could teach her cook to make the ginseng chicken soup." She told the story of Grandma Han. When they heard that she had eaten meat for the first time in many years, the whole family was moved. Zhang Ercui was even more straightforward: "Let's go tomorrow."

On the second day, Fubao went to Han's house holding Yisheng in his left hand and Zhang Ercui in his right hand, with Yiqiu, who was crying with tears on her face, following behind them.