Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 18 The secret of Yan Congkuan
After cutting off the connection with the Gale Bird, Su Mo's mental and physical strength gradually recovered.

Just when I was feeling the wonder of the Creator, I saw my five-year-old niece Yan Congxin and my seven-year-old nephew Yan Congrui gathering together and whispering.

Yan Congxin: "Brother, please help me think of a way. I really can't walk, my feet are blistered, and that woman won't carry me."

Yan Congrui: "Then you have to find your grandmother and great-grandmother. They love us the most. As long as they say a word, Wang Anan will not be able to carry you."

He actually called his elder Wang An'an by his first name, without any respect at all.

The two shouted calmly, obviously they usually shouted like this.

"But I can't bear to let her carry me on her back."

"Did you come up with this tone, or did you want her to carry you?"

"Let's talk about it first."

Yan Congrui's eyes rolled, and a bad idea came to him. He lay next to Yan Congrui's ear: "Listen to me, let's do this..."

"Brother, you are awesome."

……

Yan Congkuan, the eight-year-old son of his second cousin Yan Ming's family, looked at the back of his father Yan Ming and felt entangled in his heart.

No matter what happened, his father always told them:

"It's okay to suffer a little grievance. Only by enduring hardship can you become a great person. If you can't bear this grievance, no one will like them."

Just like the steamed bun just now, it was clearly not his fault, he was the one who was beaten, and he was the one who was falsely accused of being a thief, but his father still didn't say a word of comfort, and even apologized to Yan Congrui with a smile.

There were too many such things, so after experiencing too many grievances and disappointments, he and his mother gradually did not dare to say anything.

Over the years, he didn't dare to have any hope for this father, because every time his hope was met with deeper disappointment.

That night three years ago, he was hiding behind a tree and clearly saw his uncle Yan Ce almost insulting his mother.

He was afraid. He was still too young at that time. He did not have the courage to rush out and stop it, and he did not dare to make his uncle Yan Ce's evil deeds public. Even if he did, no one would believe him.

Uncle Yan Ce would have succeeded if my mother hadn't put a hairpin on her neck to force her to death that night.

He covered his mouth and cried all night, not daring to make a sound.

The next day I found that my mother could no longer speak.

He suspected that his uncle Yan Ce did it just to prevent his mother from leaking the matter.

He was scared, so scared that he could only pretend to be mentally retarded.

He still clearly remembers his uncle Yan Ce's shameless face and his mother's determination to put the hairpin on her neck to die.

But now they were all exiled, and no one was superior to the other. He didn't want to continue like this, he wanted to protect his mother.

I thought a lot about it.

"Hiss..." Second cousin Yan Ming suddenly took a breath of cold air, interrupting Yan Congkuan's thoughts.

Yan Ming was already very careful. His back was stiff just to reduce the friction between the shackles and his neck.

But no matter how careful he is, there will be times when he doesn't care and a bump will cause excruciating pain.

In the end, it was blood and family ties that prevailed. Yan Congkuan took out a small amount of purslane from his cuffs.

He took two quick steps, with a silly smile on his face, and placed the purslane in the hand of his second cousin Yan Ming.

"Broken eggs can be used." He pointed at Yan Ming's shoulder with a silly smile.

This purslane was picked secretly when he saw Su Mo picking it.

I just didn't expect that as soon as I picked a little, my concubine Zheng Meiyu would spoil it.

He could only put away the ones he had picked earlier. These were his own.

The second cousin Yan Ming was immediately overjoyed and praised Yan Congkuan happily: "Dad's good son."

He had thought before that if he asked Su Mo for some purslane, his grandmother Luo Si and his mother Tang Si would be happy.

Now my son actually got purslane.

God help him too.

Then he did something that made Yan Congkuan very angry.

Yan Ming actually gave these purslane to his grandmother Luo Si: "Grandma, Kuan'er got these. We can satisfy our greed."

Second cousin Yan Ming originally thought that his grandmother would praise him, but he never thought that his grandmother looked at the number of purslane and said, "This is enough for what you can do." Yan Ming was a little disappointed. He didn't expect that his grandmother would praise him. With this reaction, he thought his grandmother would be happy.

He suddenly remembered that his son Yan Congkuan pointed at his shoulder and asked him to break up the medicine and apply it, so he said to his grandmother Luo Si:
"Grandma, this wild vegetable can also stop bleeding and reduce inflammation."

Grandmother Luo Si watched Zhang Guilan eating wild vegetables while talking and laughing, and felt that her taste buds were stimulated.

Even Zhang Guilan's smile was somewhat provocative.

After eating steamed buns for two days, her mouth was very dry and bland.

But then I thought about it, wild vegetables are not available every day, and steamed buns are better.

There is nothing wrong with following the big house.

She indifferently took the purslane given by her second cousin Yan Ming and said, "Okay, I got it."

Yan Ming's hopeful eyes slowly dimmed. The praise he expected did not come. What did he do wrong?

He lowered his head in defeat and walked forward.

His son Yan Congkuan watched coldly from the side, feeling even more disappointed with his father.

He hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, and he was greedy when he saw the green wild vegetables.

But when he saw the injury on his father's shoulder, he felt heartbroken. The blood was thicker than water, so he still took out the wild vegetables and applied it to his father's wound.

As a result, my father never cared whether he and his mother were full, but instead used food to flatter other people's stinky feet.

Did you give him a bite when someone else was eating steamed buns?
If I didn't give it to him yesterday, he forgot it. Can he still forget it today?
My mother is still pregnant, and only my father, a fool, can't handle it!

……

The exiled people arrived at a dilapidated temple before dark.

The escorting officer went to the temple to check it out. When he saw that no one was inside, he called everyone in.

"Spend the night here tonight."

When you enter the temple, you will see a solemn Buddha statue in front of you, which looks sacred.

Su Mo put Yan Yi down on the altar table in front of the Buddha statue.

She took in her surroundings.

This temple has been in ruins for a long time, and many places are covered with spider webs.

There are ashes from burning things in the corner, and there are sparks shining above. Someone should be resting here and hasn't gone far yet.

In temples like this, many travelers who cannot make it to their destination will stay here.

But it's already getting dark now, so not many people leave at this time.

Su Mo thought that before entering the temple, he saw three silhouettes from a distance. They looked like they were three monks.

One is fat, one is thin, and one is short.

Maybe it was those three monks who stayed here temporarily just now.

But there are scattered incense on the altar table, but these incense have not been lit and inserted into the furnace. Are those three monks really?
The official gave everyone a bowl of bran rice.

Bran rice is cooked with rice and rice bran. It tastes very rough and makes your throat uncomfortable.

But at least it was no longer a hard black bun. Everyone didn't care about how hot it was, and they still drank it with gusto.

Mother-in-law Zhang Guilan drank a bowl of rice with a slurp, and then licked the bottom and edges of the bowl clean, for fear of wasting a little bit.

This is food for the whole night.

During the two days of exile, she did not have a full meal.

The bran rice given by the official servants is full of water. The thin layer of rice can only fill you up with water, and you will be hungry soon.

"Yi'er, Yi'er wake up."

Yan Yi woke up twice on the road, but he lost too much blood and was weak, so he fell into a deep sleep again.

Zhang Guilan patted Yan Yi's face and tried to wake him up.

"Mother." Yan Yi's voice was still weak, but it had obviously gained some strength.

(End of this chapter)