The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Zhang Cui'e felt inexplicably aggrieved when the woman next to her patted her hand. She looked up and saw the woman's gentle smile, "I know you are doing this for our own good. It's just that we adopted Bai Xiang without expecting anything in return from her in the future. Our Yuxi Village is a poor and remote place, and Bai Xiang happened to fall into our family. This is fate. We just regard this fate as the best. I think mother must think the same. Raising a child is not easy. Dashan and I will work harder to earn money and try not to add more burden to the family."

"Who said you're a burden?" Zhang Cui'e's grievances disappeared, and she pretended to be angry and rolled her eyes, "I was also a girl when I was a child, and I don't mind having another girl in the family."

After that, she raised her voice and teased the innocently smiling baby on the other side, "Our Baixiang is a sweet talker. Call auntie and I will make you some more clothes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sweet voice of "Auntie" floated into her ears, and Zhang Cui'e bent over with joy.

Never mind, let it be like this.

After all, my eldest brother and his wife have become parents for once.

If Bai Xiang really doesn't remember his kindness in the future, there are still two boys at home who can always take care of their uncle and aunt in their old age.

At this moment, Mrs. Lin happened to come in, walked to the fire, lifted her foot to hook a stool and sat down, and gave one red egg in the bowl to each of the three children.

There were four eggs in total. She peeled the remaining one, broke the egg into two halves, and quickly put one piece into the mouths of each of the two daughters-in-law.

"Bai Xiang has come to our house, and it brings joy to the family. I saved four eggs, boiled them and painted them red, to celebrate for Bai Xiang." Mother Lin put down the bowl, raised her hand and stroked her granddaughter's head, with joy and guilt in her eyes.

In the past, if there was a happy event in the family, it would definitely be celebrated properly. Although their Lin family could not have the delicacies of the rich families, they could at least prepare a decent banquet.

Unfortunately, all that can be given to Baixiang now is just a red egg.

The children got the red eggs and smiled happily.

The two women, Li Sulan and Zhang Cui'e, held the eggs in their mouths for a long time before they slowly chewed and swallowed them, feeling a mixture of various feelings.

Four red eggs were shared among them and the children.

Forget about the three young men in the family, my father-in-law and mother-in-law didn't get a single bite.

Bai Xiang held the egg in his little hand. The touch from his palm was hard and warm... novel and fresh.

She looked at the egg, then quietly raised her eyes to glance at the people around her, her little nose twitching slightly to smell the scent of fireworks in the cold air.

There is a part of my heart that seems to be warmed by the egg in the palm of my hand.

She likes it here.

There are no disgusting zombies, no indifferent researchers, and no stench of disinfectant.

"Why don't you eat it? Are you reluctant to eat it? Or do you not know how to peel the shell?" A kind and gentle voice floated over, and a skinny and rough hand took the egg from Bai Xiang's palm, peeled the shell for her, cleaned up the crumbs, and handed the white and tender egg back, "Here, eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Bai Xiang took a small bite of the egg tentatively, and the smooth and elastic taste immediately spread in her mouth. The wonderful taste made her eyebrows curved, and she looked up at the old woman who was smiling at her and called sweetly, "Grandma!"

"Hey! So good." Grandma Lin's heart softened. She stroked the baby's head again, turned around and told her two grandchildren who were squatting beside her and licking the eggs, "Song'er, Bai'er, you two brothers, play with your sister."

Even during the winter, farmers cannot keep their hands idle. Men who are strong will go out to find odd jobs to earn some money, and women will stay at home to mend clothes and make soles for shoes. There is always work to do and they cannot take care of the children all the time.

Let the kids play together. People of similar ages can play together more easily, and the granddaughter can also get to know this home faster.

The brothers Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai are six and five years old this year. Although they are not very old, they are very obedient. When they get the order from their grandmother, they immediately bring their new sister over and teach her how to lick an egg.

The adults were busy and chatting beside the fire, and the children were also whispering to each other.

Lin Huaisong, "Sister, is your name really Baixiang?"

Lin Huaibai, "It's a bit hard to pronounce. What a strange name. The girls in our village are all called Dani, Xiaoya, and Goumeier!"

Bai Xiang nodded heavily, extremely sure, "My name is Bai Xiang!"

Her name was given by those people in white coats. They said that the name was based on her body composed of hundreds of herbs and her medicinal effects. There was a long paragraph after that, but it was too long and she didn't remember it.

I only remember that I have a name, Baixiang.

Although she didn't like those people, the names were usable.

She doesn't want to be called Gou Mei'er.

A small clay pot was set up next to the fire, and medicinal herbs were put in and water was added to start boiling the medicine. The faint scent of herbs mixed with the wood smoke, accompanied by the whispers of women and children, and the slight sound of sweeping snow outside the house. Time seemed to slow down, making people feel inexplicably peaceful.

Bai Xiang sat beside his brothers, dangling his little feet, his little mouth unconsciously curled up, in a happy mood, when he heard a suppressed cough coming from behind the door of the inner room of the main hall.

She subconsciously looked in that direction, "Grandpa is coughing again."

Lin Huaisong nodded, his face darkening, "Grandpa has been coughing for a long, long time. He has been coughing frequently since he got sick, and the medicine hasn't helped."

"Our grandpa is a very nice man, he loves us very much. In the past, when he came back from collecting firewood in the mountains, he often brought us wild fruits. When he went to the town to buy things, he always brought us delicious sugar cakes..." Lin Huaibai also stopped smiling, and couldn't help slurping his saliva when talking about food.

He looked at his eldest brother, then at his sister who was still staring at the door over there. His eyes rolled around and he lowered his voice, "Shall we go in and see Grandpa?"

He misses his grandfather.

After Grandpa fell ill, he had been lying in bed and the door of his room was always closed. Grandma and my parents would not let the two brothers enter the room at will to avoid disturbing Grandpa, so they had few opportunities to see Grandpa in a day.

Someone around him suggested that Bai Xiang should not do anything, and he nodded.

She met her grandfather once.

Dad carried her into the room last night.

She didn't care much about what the adults said to each other, but the very thin old woman lying on the bed smiled when she saw her. Her smile was like that of her grandmother or mother, which made her feel warm in her heart.

While the adults were talking and not paying attention, the brothers Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai, with their sister, crouched down, stealthily pushed open the closed door, and slipped into the room.

A gust of damp and cold air with a strong smell of medicine rushed into my nose. It was cold in winter and the windows were not opened for ventilation, so the smell in the room was not very pleasant.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" The two boys didn't care about the pungent smell at all. They excitedly came to the bed and called the old man in a whisper.

Bai Xiang followed and came over. The little guy stood with his head only half a head higher than the wooden bed, blinking his big eyes and staring at the bedridden old man.

Looking closer, you can see more clearly how haggard the old man is. He is so thin that he is almost skin and bones. His cheekbones are protruding, his eye sockets are sunken, his eyes are gray and lifeless, and his lips are dark and bloodless.

But other than that, the old man's face was clean and his hair was neatly combed and fixed with a hair towel.

He was well taken care of.