What did you say? Am I a pauper again?

Chapter 67 Let’s go to dinner together
Perhaps because of eating meat, the siblings made much faster progress today than yesterday.

It’s different when you’re full and have strength.

Before it was time for lunch, the two of them had hoeed the grass in the field.

Before the manure picker could pick up the manure, Jing Yuanzhi took Song Yan to find a big tree and sat under it to rest.

After sitting for a while, a man seemed to be coming over here, carrying a pole on his shoulder, carrying dung.

From a distance, I couldn’t see who it was, but I just felt that it was a little taller than the one who came yesterday.

When he got closer, Jing Yuanzhi saw clearly that he was an acquaintance.

The two had met just a few hours ago.

Jing Yuanzhi walked over to help, and Song Yan also followed.

"Why are you picking up dung today? Where's Brother Dazhu?" Jing Yuanzhi took the dung basket and poured the dung into the ground.

Jiang Feng poured the dung into the other basket and replied: "He injured his leg last night, I'll take his place."

"Did you fall?" Jing Yuanzhi was a little surprised. Now that he fell, he was quite miserable.

"Well, wait for me, there are two baskets of dung." After Jiang Feng said that, he picked up the pole and basket and walked back. He was far away in the blink of an eye.

Jing Yuanzhi looked at it and thought in his heart, he is indeed not an ordinary person.

It was almost lunch time, and he was probably worried that they would go to the cafeteria, so he asked her to wait.

Jing Yuanzhi collected the fallen dung with a hoe and pushed it into a pile.

Song Yan stood beside her, looking at Jiang Feng's figure with envy, "Sister, he is so tall and big!"

Jing Yuanzhi turned around and saw Song Yan's little face full of envy, and said with a smile: "What, you also want to grow so tall?"

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded heavily.

"When you grow so tall and big, you can do a lot of work and earn a lot of work points. If you have more work points, you won't have to worry about going hungry, and you can also protect your sister!" Xiao Song Yan said with determination.

He doesn't know if he can grow as tall and big as the person just now, but when he grows up he will earn a lot of work points and a lot of money to support his sister and protect her!

Although he didn't understand many of them, recently, every afternoon, there were always many men walking around the house, as if they had nothing to do.

But he knew that they came to see his sister and what they wanted to do to her.

Although he didn't understand the meaning in their eyes, he could feel that what those people wanted to do was definitely not good for his sister!

Jing Yuanzhi felt sour and swollen in his heart when he heard what Song Yan said. The child was such an angel!
Jiang Feng quickly came back with two baskets of dung.

The two baskets of dung were piled high and almost overflowed.

But Jiang Feng walked very steadily, and the excrement in the basket was stable. The worst thing was that it couldn't fall out.

Go up to Jingyuan and help dump the manure.

After pouring, you can go to eat.

Jiang Feng also went to eat in the cafeteria, and the three of them walked together.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and pretended that what happened last night didn't happen.

Song Yan walked beside Jing Yuanzhi, his little eyes constantly looking at the tall figure.

Jiang Feng had noticed it a long time ago and wanted to see what this kid wanted to do by keeping looking at him?
But Song Yan just glanced at him without saying anything or doing anything else.

Jiang Feng stopped, looked at Xiao Song Yan with his head slightly lowered, and said with a smile: "Little guy, why do you keep looking at me?"

When Song Yan saw Jiang Feng lowering his head to talk to him, he was a little embarrassed and his face turned red, but he still suppressed his shame and said: "I, I see how tall you are, and I want to look like you in the future. Protect sister!" Jiang Feng glanced at her, his smile became even wider, and he picked up little Song Yanti and hugged her.

Although Song Yan was six years old, he was small in stature and looked only a little over four years old. Jiang Feng lifted him up without any effort.

"You want to protect your sister?"

Jing Yuanzhi watched Song Yan getting along with Jiang Feng without disturbing him. Boys should play with boys more. Song Yan didn't have many friends. He had been working with her in the fields since he could walk.

And because he was malnourished and skinny, few children in the village were willing to play with him.

It would be good to have more contact with Jiang Feng now.

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded his head heavily. Jing Yuanzhi looked at him and worried whether his head would be broken. He was too thin and his head looked particularly big.

Jiang Feng looked at the bright-eyed little guy in his arms and said, "If you want to protect your sister, you have to work hard to grow up and eat more. You can't protect your sister now."

He pinched Song Yan's arms and legs, they were too thin.

Jiang Feng has been in Dashan Village for a while and has already figured out the people in the village.

Naturally, he also knew the situation of the two siblings. Looking at the little guy in his arms, a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Want to learn some self-defense techniques?"

Song Yan turned around and looked at Jiang Feng in surprise when he heard this, "Really? Can I learn it?"

Song Yu and Song Yan's sister and brother, although the people in the village treated them well and didn't deliberately make things difficult, they usually talked about it with curled lips.

The road on the mountain was in good condition back then. Jiang Meihua and Song Bai had been here for more than ten years. They had walked that road ninety times not to mention a hundred times. Why did something happen that night?
It shows that there may be something wrong with the Song family's youngest son. When Mei Huan gave birth to him, it didn't go well. It took almost three days to give birth to him, and he almost died.

After finally saving his life, only a year later, something like this happened to Mei Hua and Song Bai. It was impossible to say that it had nothing to do with Song Yan.

Therefore, people in the village don't like Song Yu and Song Yan's siblings very much, but they won't deliberately target them. If Song Yan hates him and dies inexplicably like his parents Mei Hua and Song Bai, who should they turn to?

Therefore, the people in Dashan Village have very complicated feelings towards Song Yan and Song Yu's siblings. They don't want to see them but they don't dare to offend them.

Therefore, the siblings are relatively independent in the village, and no one wants to associate with them.

The only one who treats them better is the captain, Uncle Liu.

Because of this situation, Song Yu didn't have many friends, nor did Song Yan. He had been following his sister since he was a child.

Now that he heard that Jiang Feng was willing to teach him martial arts, he was so excited and happy.

"Really, don't you want to protect your sister? Only by learning some martial arts can you better protect your sister." Jiang Feng is not a sympathetic person. He just feels that this child is more to his liking and his family is practical. It's difficult, so I want to help.

Moreover, his sister, Song Yu, was not like what the village said, so she thought and glanced at the person walking next to her.

"Ashes fell off my chin."

Ok?
Jing Yuanzhi was still thinking about finding some way to make money. She was completely broke now. Not to mention finding food for Bamao, she might not even be able to support herself and Song Yan.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

Jing Yuanzhi turned his head and looked at Jiang Feng, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now."

Jiang Feng glanced at her chin and repeated what he just said: "The ash fell off her chin."

Jingyuan's heart trembled, was he discovered?
He laughed and said, "I guess I accidentally got some white dust on it, just wipe it off and it'll be fine."

Jing Yuanzhi's hands dug the soil all morning, and it was all covered with ash. After speaking, he wiped it on his chin, and the fair skin was instantly covered up.

That's right, she not only dug soil in the morning, but also touched dung. Although her hand was holding the basket, she seemed to have touched it once or twice.

(End of this chapter)