Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 250 Yuanhe Village (1)

It was almost noon when we arrived at Wang Jing's house, the road was full of potholes, and Xiang Nan's broken van almost fell apart.

"Hey, you are still reluctant to leave this poor mountain valley, Wang Jing, are you still a highly educated person?"

Gong Yini never stopped complaining about her, and Wang Jing didn't say a word when she scolded her, her face flushed.

With seven turns and eight turns, the car entered the village. Han Xiaoxiao inadvertently saw a black car parked behind the farmhouse in the distance.

Wang Jing said that Qi Bo's family was the richest in their village. His father knew several talented people, and people from the city often came to the village to look for him.

"Is that house Qi Bo's house?" Han Xiaoxiao asked, pointing to the only four large tile-roofed houses in the village that were spacious and bright, half the height of other farm houses.

Wang Jing nodded.

"Who else is there in his family besides his parents?"

"There is another younger sister." Wang Jing pointed to a low thatched cottage in front of her and shouted, "Sister Nan, that's my home."

A car stopped in front of her house, and Wang Jing's parents, who were twisting straw ropes in the house, hurried out.

"Dad, Mom, these are my classmates and friends, they are here to visit."

Wang Jing's parents are simple and honest, and they never had any relatives in the city. Especially when they saw that Han Xiaoxiao was as beautiful as the fairy in the painting, she couldn't speak in a panic, and kept sending people into the house.

There were a lot of presents piled up on the ground, and the couple were even more flattered and thankful, which made them extremely uncomfortable.

"Mom, let's cook!" Wang Jing pushed her mother out, and her father packed some dried dates with radish, and came over with walnuts, stammeringly asking Xiaoxiao and the others to eat.

The low and dim hut exudes a musty smell of pickled vegetables. The room is chilly, the windows are broken, there is not even a decent quilt on the kang, and the walls are mottled. This family is really too poor.

"You eat." Wang Jing blushed and washed a few frozen pears with biting well water, and stuffed them into their hands.

"Wang Jing, where's your brother?" Wang Jing was engaged because her brother was going to the city, and Han Xiaoxiao asked curiously after she hadn't seen her for a long time.

Just as he was talking, he heard scolding sounds like broken gongs coming from the yard.

Wang Jing's expression changed, and her body trembled violently.

"What's the matter with you?" Han Xiaoxiao supported her. At this time, the sound of broken gongs was getting louder and louder. In a blink of an eye, an old lady with small feet in a black slanted coat and a half-grown child beside her, with a snot mouth and crooked mouth, and Wang Jing looks very similar.

Seeing Han Xiaoxiao and the others, the old lady turned her triangular eyes, her eyes were tricky and mean, she snorted coldly, and turned around to curse, "Everyone is dead? Who comes here to introduce?"

Wang Jing's father hurried over and said in a muffled voice, "Mom, he's Er Ya's classmate and friend."

The three of Han Xiaoxiao looked at her wonderingly, the old lady snorted again, pushed her son away with his shoes on and got on the kang.

"Second brother, your elder brother's house is out of rice. Take the bag of rice on your ground. The youngest eats at his uncle's house every day. You two are too shameless. You don't want to send it over if you have food. Are you a grown man?" Where is my eldest grandson? There is still that barrel of oil, do you need it? Send it over, and the family is still waiting for cooking."

Wang Jing's father obediently agreed, and ignored Wang Jing's and her mother's stares, picked up the rice and oil on the ground and walked out.

There was no preparation at home, Xiaoxiao said it was a simple meal, Wang Jing's mother took the bag of noodles to the back room to make some pimple soup, and then escaped the old lady's claws, but judging by the situation, sooner or later it would belong to someone else's house.

The light in the room is not good, and the old lady felt that something was wrong. Ma slipped down to see that there was a large bag of fruits and seafood, and immediately slapped her hands happily, "Oh, grandson, aren't you greedy for fish? Grandma will give it to you at night." You are a fish, hurry up and take all these things to your uncle's house, let's go."

(End of this chapter)