The whole family traveled through ancient times with their house

Looking at the helpless appearance of the two little beggars, they were like two blades of grass in the bitter cold wind, which could be blown away by the wind at any time.

Jiang Yan couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

Also, the crowd here was getting bigger and bigger, and Jiang Yan was really afraid that those people would retreat and step on these three people.

"Mom, are we going to help Auntie?"

"Yes. But I have to help them first."

"Ah."

"Chenchen, help mother hold the whip first."

"Hey!"

Jiang Yan handed the horsewhip in her hand to her daughter and did not notice that the big beggar's eyes moved.

When Jiang Yan approached the big beggar, she found that he was very tall, but too thin and poorly dressed. It was already late autumn, but he was only wearing a single piece of clothing and a pair of ragged pants that were half a foot too short. He was also completely naked on his feet.

Jiang Yan looked at the two little beggars again. They had big heads and small bodies, typical signs of malnutrition. They were also wearing thin clothes. Even in the bright midday sun, Jiang Yan could see that the two children were shivering.

Perhaps the two children were also frightened.

Jiang Yan was also thinking about Guan, so she swiftly picked up the big beggar on the ground with both hands, and signaled the two little beggars to move the wooden board to her carriage so that they could stay away from Mrs. Zhang. She was afraid that Mrs. Zhang would be unhappy and take her anger out on the two little beggars.

However, this beggar's body was too light, it felt like he weighed less than 100 pounds. And his face was so thin that it looked like a skull covered with skin.

Jiang Yan was lost in thought when she met a pair of black eyes as deep as an ancient well.

Jiang Yan’s first reaction was that a beggar couldn’t possibly have such eyes…

She was familiar with these eyes and that look to the core.

A name is about to come out...

Coincidentally, Chenchen stood up in the carriage out of curiosity and looked down at the big beggar held by her mother.

The big beggar raised his eyes with difficulty and looked over. At a glance, he recognized the little girl with two buns in her hair and the small vest with printed homespun cloth on her body.

This vest is the ethnic costume he bought for his wife and daughter when he was on a mission at the border.

"Chenchen, Chenchen~"

The big beggar seemed to be calling out with all his strength, but the sound that came out was like that of a mosquito.

The big beggar was a little desperate. He was afraid that his wife and daughter couldn't hear him. What should he do?

But he didn't know that Jiang Yan and Yi Chen heard it.

Yichen's eyes widened in disbelief, searching for the man in her memory. Then, recklessly, she jumped off the carriage, not caring how dirty Ye Zhan was. She threw herself on him, choking and calling out, "Dad, Dad," tears streaming down her face.

"Chenchen, be good and don't cry." Ye Zhan felt so sad that he couldn't express it, but his body couldn't move at all. He didn't even have the strength to hug his daughter.

Jiang Yan's tears flowed like a broken dam, her lips trembling, and she couldn't utter a word.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan had her back to the crowd, otherwise the group of onlookers might have moved away.

Yichen's little hands kept stroking Ye Zhan's face and helped her father wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yichen was not a real four-year-old child, and she quickly remembered that she had to bring her father home quickly.

When she looked up again and saw her mother still in tears, she reminded her: "Mom, don't cry anymore. Go buy some clothes for my dad. He's as cold as ice."

"Yes." Jiang Yan agreed and was about to go buy clothes, but after thinking about it, she decided to carry Ye Zhan to the carriage first, taking the two little beggars with her.

The two little beggars were dumbfounded. Today's events were more exciting than the last. Their brains were a little confused and they just leaned against Ye Zhan blankly, not daring to move.

Jiang Yan quickly went to a nearby clothing store and bought three sets of jackets, one large and two small, three pairs of shoes and socks, and a new quilt according to their body sizes.

I also bought twenty meat buns from the bun shop next door.

Seeing the big, steaming hot meat buns, Ye Zhan and the two children swallowed their saliva at the same time.

Jiang Yan first gave two buns to each of the two little boys, and then asked her daughter to feed them to Ye Zhan.

Jiang Yan got out of the carriage and looked up at the washed sky. The sense of unreality still surrounded her.

She was afraid that she was dreaming, so she quietly lifted the car curtain and saw her daughter sitting next to Ye Zhan without any disgust, feeding him buns in small bites.

The two little boys next to him, even though they were extremely hungry, imitated Ye Zhan and ate in small bites.

Jiang Yan looked at it several times before she was sure that it was true and then she lowered the curtain.

In the middle of the crowd, Guan was still talking to Zhang Lian: "Am I wrong? Those two children are pitiful too. Who would want to beg for food? If you have leftovers, give them a bowl. If not, just let them go. But what about you? If that door bar falls on them, will they still be alive?"

"You, you don't feel any pain in your waist when you talk while standing. Stay out of my business." Seeing that Guan was trying to expose her shame, Zhang Lian stopped pretending.

"Guan Xiaoqin, you stinky dirtbag, why are you trying to act so smart in front of me?"

"you…"

"What are you talking about? Every year at this time of year, you come to my house and ask for money. I see that you don't bother others, humph!"

Guan hadn't expected the eldest family to truly think this way, and she was furious. "We're peasants, so what are you? If my boss hadn't begged Captain Dong for help, would you have been able to open a restaurant in Black Stone City? What are you dreaming about?"

When Guan mentioned Captain Dong, the people watching nearby all looked more awed.

Many people also whispered about what they had heard: "I heard that the Northern Barbarian Army recently attacked, and Captain Dong made the first contribution."

"I also heard that the West Mountain Hundred Households only had a few minor injuries, and no one was killed in action."

"Is it true? Facing a 100,000-strong Northern Barbarian army, no one from the Xishan Hundred Households was killed? This is simply a myth."

"Of course it's true. No one in our Thirteen Banners was killed or injured." Speaking of this war, Sansheng puffed out his chest proudly.

"I've also heard that the thirteen small flags of the Xishan Hundred Households are the most powerful. They are not only good at fighting, but also good at farming."

"Oh, is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Sansheng puffed out his chest again, "My father is a small flag of the Thirteen Banners."

After Sansheng finished speaking, many people present exclaimed in surprise.

Mu Qiang's feelings are the same in any era, let alone in the war-torn Black Stone City. Ordinary people are even more in awe of the strong, especially those who can protect them.

Zhang Daya and Zhang Erya came out of the kitchen and saw Sansheng standing in the middle of the crowd with a proud look on his face.