Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 31 Ganoderma lucidum is precious, but the price of freedom is higher

Cen Abao hummed a little song before going back.

Li Xiang looked at it and shook her head: I really don't know what's going on now, and I'm still in the mood to have fun.

Cen Dong put a heavy stone into the basket, pursed his lips and thought: my sister is protected by an uncle in front, and pampered by a grandma in the back, she is naturally happy and at ease, living like a rich lady, how can she know the suffering in the world? .

Cen Arun sneaked out from the work place, pulled Cen Abao to find a corner and squatted down, looked around first, saw no one, then took out a sticky thing from his sleeve.

At first glance, it's sugar.

Cen Arun said in a breathy voice, hastily, and in a small voice: "Sister, there is a man who can't move his bricks anymore, and he doesn't want to be beaten, so he says that whoever helps him move the bricks will give him a piece of nougat. There is sugar, I thought, give it to my sister quickly."

Cen Abao stared at the sticky piece of candy, tears welling up in his eyes.

Cen Arun is just seven years old this year, only two years older than himself. He also likes sweets, but in order to let her eat sweets, he has to do extra work.

"Sister, why are you crying?" Cen Arun panicked, and wanted to wipe his sister's hands, but found that his hands were dark, and his anxious little face was twisted together.

Cen Abao couldn't laugh or cry, he burst into laughter, and a bubble of snot was blown out of his nose.

She sniffed, broke the nougat in half, and stuffed it into Cen Arun's mouth when he wasn't paying attention.

Cen Arun was stunned, his brain told him to spit it out, why are his tongue and mouth closed so tightly.

Sweet, so sweet.

"Brother, don't be found out, it's safest to hide in your stomach." Cen Abao's cheeks bulged.

Cen Arun said silly: "Hehe, I hid late, what a sweet mouth."

"Where is the person? Mrs. Zhang, come out."

The sound made Cen Abao so happy that he couldn't find the north, and the wandering soldiers came.

Mrs. Zhang ran up, shaking the fat on her body, her face was covered with flowers: "Master, what's the matter?"

"There is a person named Cen..."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhang flattered and rushed to talk: "What's the matter, sir? Did they provoke you? It's okay, I will teach them a lesson for the governor."

Liu Dabing rolled his eyes: "What lesson? Wrong, they don't need to continue working, let them out of town."

"what?"

"What's the matter? I can't speak well?"

"It works well."

Mrs. Zhang curled her lips, thinking: How lucky are they, they haven't rubbed enough.

Mrs. Zhang gathered the Cen family together.

The stroller took a look, coughed and said, "Follow me."

The Cen family was a little confused, with a thousand thoughts rolling in their minds.

"Is it possible that you will be locked up in prison so soon?"

"Where are we going to be sent?"

The old lady Cen took Cen Abao's hand, and she kept winking at Qi Zeyao, wanting him to take Abao and run away quickly.

But Qi Zeyao looked at her with innocent eyes, which really made her very angry.

Why is there no tacit understanding at all?

The soldiers led them to the gate of the city and said, "You can go!"

The Cen family was dizzy.

"Why? Don't you want to leave?"

"Go, go." I didn't dare to ask why, for fear that I would regret it.

Cen Abao deliberately dawdled to the back, and only after Cen's family members had left one after another did he bring him the bag containing the Ganoderma lucidum: "Thank you handsome big brother, you will be rewarded with good fortune."

The stroller smiled and waved at them.

After walking for a mile, Mrs. Cen dared to stop her legs: "Why?"

Cen Abao had to be frank and lenient, and told Mrs. Cen about the big thing he did with the little dirty boy. What came to his mind, he asked Mrs. Cen to lean on the mule cart: "Grandma, don't you have to give something to this person? , I gave the Ganoderma lucidum to the stroller."

Fearing the pain of the milk, I hurriedly explained: "Girl, Ganoderma lucidum is really precious, and the price of freedom is even higher."

The old lady Cen smiled stiffly, and looked at Abao Cen lovingly: "Not to mention anything else, my good grandson is amazing, he managed such a big thing, and rescued all of us."

Turning around, he beat his heart with his hands, and said to himself: Oh, hello, my Ganoderma lucidum.

Not caring about hurting the spring and the autumn, I heard the village chief roaring with airs: "The Cen family! Why did you come out! Did you sneak out?"

Mrs. Cen was having a fire in her heart, so the village head fired her gun. She put one hand on her hip and pointed to the sky with the other: "There are people above me."

These words really shocked the village chief and the others!

The Cen family and the village chief are not on the same path.

The Cen family had been walking for a long time without a clue, and just as they thought they had made a mistake, Cen Abao gave a wicked smile: "Grandma, I guess it's almost here, I heard there is a business of river water."

The surrounding area is not so empty anymore, the curved hill road is becoming more and more smooth, as if it has been repaired by someone, and the mountains in the distance stand one after another.

What catches the eye is the green grass, surrounded by the winding river.

A few snow-white ducks swam in the river pond, and they were much happier than the Cen family.

"We're here, we're here, this is your aunt's house." Mrs. Cen's eyes scanned the children of the Cen family one by one: "I'll be eating dessert for a while."

"Eh."

"I know milk."

At the entrance of the village, a strange-shaped stone fell on the ground, with the words "Small Fishing Village" engraved on it.

At the entrance of the village, there was an old man wearing a rough linen jacket, linen trousers, and old pleats. The old man had a black and white beard and long eyebrows. He waved his cattail fan in high spirits: "You guys? Who are you looking for?"

Granny Cen rubbed her hands cautiously, and asked shyly and nervously, "Just ask, is Cen Zhaojuan still in this village?"

When the old man heard it, he said, "You are looking for the old Zhuang family's daughter-in-law, yes, yes, I will lead you there."

"Oh, thank you very much." Mrs. Cen winked the eyes of the family and told them to follow quickly.

The village is neat and tidy, and the village houses are scattered, some are brick houses, some are mud houses, and some are stone slab houses.

When they reached the seventh and eighth households, the old man stopped, stretched his neck and shouted inside: "Old Zhuang, someone is looking for your daughter-in-law."

Cen Abao listened to the noise inside.

"Juanzi, how can you do this? I know you miss your old lady, but you don't miss your two children? You can't leave. If you leave, don't go back to this house."

"Wuuuu... this is trying to kill me."

Mrs. Cen felt uncomfortable when she heard these words, her feet froze in place, neither was she stepping, nor was she stepping.

Fortunately, Cen Zhaojuan's father-in-law, Zhuang Liang, heard the old man's words, looked at the person, rubbed his eyes: "Dear...in-law?"

"Eh……"

Zhuang Liang ran back: "Juanzi, you don't have to go, your mother and the others are here."

Immediately after that was the sound of hurried footsteps, a tall, thin woman with swollen eyes from crying staggered out in a floral gown, looked at the person coming, her heart was sore, and her voice was trembling. Changed: "Mom! My mother! Why did you do this, my mother."

Granny Cen looked at her daughter whom she hadn't seen for many years, with mixed feelings, her tears couldn't stop streaming: "Juanzi, I thought I would never see you again in this life."

As soon as Mrs. Cen cried, the people behind all burst into tears like a shadow show, and they started to cry.

"Auntie wow..."

"Sister..."

　Everyone can participate in the event.

　　Now that the new book is being tested, your additions to favorites and recommendation tickets are always important to me. I took out my little broken bowl, and I just want to say two words to you: I want it.

　　


(End of this chapter)