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Chapter 112 Xiao Guo Guo’s father eats... soft rice!
Jiang Ting had no intention of meeting Lin Chuer, but Lin Chuer was always at the door of the Zhao family, which also affected their studies, so he still told Zhao Xuan that Zhao Xuan could not rest assured, so he might as well take Ah Bao followed Jiang Ting, and the three of them walked towards the door of Zhao's house.

Lin Chuer saw three children walking out of the yard. She looked at Jiang Ting, pointed to one side and said, "Can you come over here with me? I have something to tell you."

"Why can't you say it here?" Abao tilted his little head and asked curiously.

Zhao Xuan didn't speak, obviously acquiescing to his sister's statement.

Lin Chuer thought for a while, then looked at Jiang Ting's cold little face. She finally spoke, and said to Jiang Ting with a soft and weak face: "I...I got a folk remedy, said …”

Lin Chuer's face looked a little strange, as if... the next words were difficult for her to say.

"What did you say?" Abao continued to ask.

Lin Chuer didn't care about Abao and Zhao Xuan, but seemed to muster up the courage and said to Jiang Ting: "I said taking the bone marrow of his own son's knee and giving it medicine can cure your father's leg disease."

Everyone in this village knew that Jiang Shu had broken one of his legs.

As if he was afraid that Jiang Ting would not agree, Lin Chuer quickly added: "Your father... your father used to be a general. He should not be reduced to this. I hope you can save him."

Jiang Ting stood there expressionless, his little hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly, but Zhao Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Abao, how would you rate a person like Jiang Shusheng?" Zhao Xuan asked Abao with a smile.

Abao glanced at Lin Chuer with his round eyes, and then said: "Eat... eat soft rice!"

Dad said, Xiao Guo Guo’s dad was just a man who rose to power by eating soft rice, and he was not a general who defended his family and country!

"Not bad." Zhao Xuan nodded.

Lin Chuer frowned, with a look of disgust on her face. Just as she was about to say something, Zhao Xuan stood in front of his younger siblings and continued to speak: "There is one more thing, have you forgotten? Back then, Mrs. Jiang was spreading the word everywhere, saying that Ating He is not their biological grandson, but he is insulting Atin's mother in various ways. The fact that you can say such things to a child today shows how thick-skinned you are."

"You..." Lin Chuer was blocked by a nine-year-old baby and was speechless.

"Besides, I have heard of the folk remedy you mentioned." Zhao Xuan continued to make nonsense: "I heard that using the kneecap of a loved one is more effective! In this world, there is no more suitable choice than you."

Lin Chuer was no match for Zhao Xuan, and finally left angrily.

"Brother, thank you very much." Jiang Ting has always been a man of few words. After Lin Chuer left, he looked up at Zhao Xuan and whispered.

"Jiang Ting, come in." Just as he was saying this, Zhao Heng's voice came from the yard.

Jiang Ting walked over and saw a few dice placed in front of Zhao Heng.

Jiang Ting: "?"

"What did I teach you two days ago?" Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows: "Practice it again and show me."

Zhao Heng's education method is very special. He does not shy away from taking the children to gambling houses or other places with dark sides, and then slowly teaches them some skills, such as Jiang Ting's ability to shake dice at this moment.

While Jiang Ting was rolling the dice, Abao was gnawing his fingers and looking at it with big eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows and signaled Abao to come.

Abao immediately stepped on the small stool and shook it in front of Zhao Heng.

Almost everything you want comes...

The dice in one hand was so perfect that even Zhao Xuan couldn't help but marvel. "Why didn't you pay so much attention to reading and writing?" Zhao Heng was so angry that he grabbed Abao's ears.

Abao grimaced in pain.

"Go away, you will write big characters for the exam this afternoon."

………………

Jiang Shusheng's left leg was disabled, and on his wedding day, there was no big deal, and he didn't even show his face. He just simply set up a few tables of wine in the Jiang family's yard. His marriage to Lin Chuer It's done.

Mrs. Jiang felt that Lin Chuer was really not worthy of her son, but Shusheng now had serious leg problems, and the way Lin Chuer looked at her son was quite hot, so she just turned a blind eye. Eyesight.

However, that evening, she pulled Lin Chuer who had just entered the door and said, "You still can't find that little bitch that day? He still refuses to save his father?"

Lin Chuer told the Zhao family that Mrs. Jiang herself said that Jiang Ting was not Jiang Shusheng's biological child.

Mrs. Jiang murmured in a low voice: "I also heard what others said, and everyone swears by it."

"I'll think of a solution again. Jiang Ting is my husband's son after all." Lin Chuer insisted.

Apparently, she hasn't given up on this remedy.

They completely ignored that this folk remedy would come at the cost of breaking one of the little boy's legs, let alone whether it was guaranteed to cure Jiang Shusheng's leg.

While Lin Chuer and Mrs. Jiang were making plans here, Zhao Xuan also told the old Medicine King what Lin Chuer said.

When the old medicine king heard this, he immediately frowned and said: "Nonsense, I didn't know there was such a folk remedy. I have clearly believed someone's nonsense!"

"I think Lin Chuer doesn't seem to have given up." When Zhao Xuan saw the scholar mistreating Lin Chuer, he once felt that Lin Chuer was pitiful, but now, he only feels that she is disgusting.

In the end, the family decided to protect Jiang Ting these days and prevent him from being contacted by Lin Chuer.

The next day, it started pouring rain early in the morning. A Bao sat on the small wooden table, feeling uncomfortable while lowering his head to chew on his brush.

Jiang Ting sat reading a book, but today, his eyelids kept twitching, making him uneasy.

"Brother Zhao!" Someone was banging on the door frantically outside, and it sounded like Blacksmith Yang's voice.

Zhao Heng heard the noise and immediately opened the umbrella and went out to open the door. He saw Blacksmith Yang standing at the door with a hurried expression, lowering his voice and saying, "Oh no, something happened at Atingniang's grave. Lin Chuer is digging up Atingniang's grave." grave."

"Pah." Jiang Ting accidentally knocked down the inkstone beside the table.

He stood up quickly and rushed out of the courtyard in the rain.

In order for him to use a ridiculous folk remedy to save Jiang Shusheng, they actually forced themselves to dig up his mother's grave.

Jiang Ting ran outside like crazy. He couldn't hear any shouts behind him, and tears mixed with rain kept flowing down.

How could she touch her mother's grave?
Why is she?
Zhao Heng and Blacksmith Yang chased after them. When they reached the hillside, Zhao Heng stopped Blacksmith Yang.

"Let him handle it by himself!" Zhao Heng said, leaving the space completely to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting walked step by step towards the half-opened small grave...

(End of this chapter)