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Chapter 201 Chapter [-]
The driver Lu Zihan along the way has never been disgusted by the faint stench from the little girl's body, Han Lang almost forgot about it.

But as soon as Shanzi said it, he suddenly remembered this, and turned his head to call Sapphire.

Turning her head, she saw that the little girl was looking at her mother, she didn't pay attention to Shanzi at all, I don't know if she didn't hear it or didn't care, anyway, she didn't show any signs of getting mad, she was very calm.

Han Lang breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his grandfather's hand, brushed past Shan Zi, walked up to the two little girls, untied the sapphire scarf and introduced: "Mom, this is sapphire, she can't talk."

"This girl looks really good-looking."

Han Lang's mother looked at the black girl she had never seen before, with a smile all over her face, and couldn't speak without asking why.

The little girl glanced at Han Lang, then turned her gaze back to Han Lang's mother, without any expression.

"Come on, girl, come in." Han Lang's mother smiled and held the little girl's hand, but didn't ask too much out of curiosity.

I have lived for decades, and I have seen black people on TV, but this is the first time I have seen them with my own eyes.

The little girl looks very good-looking, but her complexion is darker and her eyes are blue, but overall she is still very good-looking. Apart from being thin, she is actually not short, she is taller than Han Lang's mother.

"Little wolf, how long can you stay this time?" Grandpa asked with a smile.

"Grandpa, I will go out the day after tomorrow at most, and there are still many things to do."

Han Lang said, taking the vegetables and meat from the car.

"Your father, your third uncle, second uncle, and your third grandpa have all gone to pick pine cones, and it will be noon when you come back." Grandpa said as he walked back, "Why is it so urgent, can't you stay for a few more days?"

"There is a mission, Grandpa."

Han Lang let his grandfather enter the room and said.

"Well, the task is important."

Grandpa paused the moment he entered the door.

The old man felt the bloody smell from Han Lang's body, obviously he had just come down from the battlefield not long ago.

He is a hunter, and he is very sensitive to the smell of blood, but that is not a smell, it is an indescribable feeling.

"Mom, Sapphire can understand, but can't speak." Han Lang put down his things and said while pouring tea for his grandfather.

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice rang out in the yard.

"The little wolf is back."

Han Lang turned his head to look, greeted him with a smile, and said, "Second Aunt, I'm back."

"Shanzi, I'll go to my second aunt's house to bring the broom mushrooms that have just dried, and tell your mother by the way that your wolf brother is back, so don't cook at noon." The second aunt walked over with a smile and called Shanzi.

Today is destined to be a lively day, from noon to night.

There are dozens of families here, and the Han family accounts for nearly half. There are only six brothers in the grandparents' generation, three brothers are still alive, and more than a dozen uncles. In Han Lang's generation, there are only thirty or so cousins. It accounts for nearly half of the population of the village.

Han Lang is not the only soldier, but everyone who goes home to visit relatives will have a lot of fun.

Although Han Lang was demobilized, he was still seldom at home, no different from the army, and it would not be three or two months after he left, so the excitement was indispensable.

As Shan Zi came back, the number of people in the yard gradually increased.

But most of them are women, and the men are either running the mountains or going to the fields. The soybean harvest season is approaching, so preparations need to be made in advance.

Fortunately, this is a rural area, and the courtyard is large enough that dozens of people are not crowded.

As the tables and benches moved in, Han Lang's house became lively.

All the people who came were curious about the little girl, but no one judged her. They either brought pine nuts, some wild dried fruits, and fresh wild fruits. The smiles on their faces were not fake.

The little girl was very quiet, she didn't cover her face any more, she sat quietly, took a look at whoever handed her something, studied it for a while and put it down, but she didn't smile, and she didn't speak, of course, she kept silent.

Han Lang chatted with his grandfather, and ignored the little girl.

The little girl had to get used to this place if she wanted to stay, but he believed that the honest and honest family members would not embarrass the little girl and would treat her kindly.

"Little wolf, is there any wound on the girl?" Grandpa asked while filling the cigarette bag.

"No." Han Lang shook his head, and said, "There's still more after taking a shower. I'll take her to the county to check tomorrow to see what's going on."

"What hospital to go to, let your third grandpa take the pulse, it may not be a serious problem." Grandpa said with a puff of his cigarette pouch.

"Then let the third grandpa take the pulse first." Han Lang replied without answering.

The third grandfather is 65 this year. He was a Chinese medicine doctor in the village health center in the early years. The village had a headache and brain fever and was willing to grab some traditional Chinese medicine. Grandpa also occasionally prescribed medicine to the villagers, but very rarely.

But Han Lang didn't think that the third grandfather, a local doctor, could understand the little girl's faults, but he wouldn't make grandpa unhappy.

At noon, four tables were set up in the yard, all of which were full. The whole family had a lively lunch and started to get really busy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Lang's father and third grandfather all came back, and the family walked into the yard carrying half a sack of pine nuts.

"Third Grandpa, Dad, Second Uncle, Third Uncle." Han Lang said hello while taking the sack that Third Grandpa was carrying, and said, "Third Grandpa, why are you still carrying so much?"

"Isn't the third grandpa old?"

The third grandfather smiled, gave Han Lang a symbolic slap, and said, "Paoshan, your father and the others are not good, the third grandfather is in good health."

"No, you still have to ask your third grandpa to wait for us on the way." Han Lang's father put down the sack and said with a smile: "The boxing that has been practiced for decades is not for nothing."

Han Lang actually knows that both men and women of the Han family practice martial arts, so their physical fitness is naturally not bad. Running mountains in their fifties and sixties, not to mention walking like flying, they still have at least physical strength.

Just as Han Lang was about to spread the pine nuts in the open space, the third grandfather suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Little wolf, stick out your tongue."

Han Lang paused, obediently stuck out his tongue.

"Little wolf, has something happened to you? Why is your anger rising and your liver qi stagnating?" Third Grandfather looked at Han Lang's tongue and asked.

"It's alright."

Of course, Han Lang would not talk about the events of these days, nor would he talk about the torment in his heart these days after returning to China.

"Let your dad and the others dry it out, and the third grandfather will give you two needles." The third grandfather pulled Han Lang and left.

Han Lang didn't refuse. The third grandfather is not a master of traditional Chinese medicine, but he still knows how to give acupuncture.

"Zhu Zi, go get your grandfather's medicine box." Han Lang's grandfather shouted.

"Okay grandpa."

A boy who was more than ten years younger than Han Lang ran out in response.

"Girl, try fresh mountain grapes and dog dates." Han Lang's mother put a plate of freshly washed grapes and dog dates on the table, and said, "It's better than the ones grown in the market, try it. "

The little girl picked up a dog date, looked at Han Lang's mother, and looked away carefully.

She must have never seen this fruit before. It is something unique to Songjiang. Now it is artificially grown, but the taste is much worse.

The little girl tentatively took a bite, the moment the sweet and sour taste entered her mouth, she stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, stretched out her hand to grab a handful, and stuffed it into her mouth while chewing, her cheeks swelled up quickly.

"This girl has a really strong mouth. Slow down. Your uncle and the others have picked half-backed baskets outside. There are plenty of them." Han Lang's mother couldn't close her mouth in a smile. But definitely not the slightest hint of ridicule.

(End of this chapter)