Lord, don't be afraid, the princess is not angry

Chapter 9
Looking at the man sitting on the mud floor with a beard so unrecognizable but looking like mud legs even in satin clothes, Zhuhua was in a delicate mood. She didn't want to admit to this big-hearted guy who confessed to Mrs. Sun at the gate The man in question is her father, but it seems that he really is.No wonder when they worshiped their ancestors, they only worshiped grandma's coffin without a father. At first, she thought it was because the family was poor and had no money to buy a coffin. Later, the family gradually became more affluent, and she didn't hear Mrs. Sun mentioning it, so Zhuhua thought it was Her mother still remembered that the short-lived father was reluctant to get a spiritual seat.Now it seems that everything is because she thinks too much, does she just talk? How could her mother be so sentimental that she can't even see her deceased husband's spirit seat.

When she looked at Cheng Dashan complicatedly, Cheng Dashan also looked around, and he knew that Mrs. Sun would be angry if she didn't come back for so long. If she got angry, only Mrs. Li could stop her.It's just that he couldn't see Mrs. Li in the crowd, but he saw Yinhua and Zhuhua. He glanced at them in confusion, and stepped forward to hug Zhuhua.

"Yinhua, it's Daddy who came back. Why are you so short after five years? You don't look like seven years old at all. Quick, go and persuade your mother not to get angry."

Zhuhua's face was full of black lines, she really didn't want to talk to this unreliable father.

Before she could say anything, Yinhua next to her cried, "Wow... I am Yinhua, I am eight years old, and I am not short at all..."

I don't know if it was because she was very hungry when she was a child. Yinhua is considered short among her peers, but only she cares about this matter. Others think that she will definitely grow taller in a few years.

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry, Dad hasn't seen you for a long time." Cheng Dashan giggled awkwardly, then looked at Zhuhua again, "Aren't you my little one? What's your name, Huahua?"

Uh, what should I do, is she going to cry like Yinhua for him to see.

"Her name is Zhuzhu!" A shoe flew out of the room and hit Cheng Dashan directly on the back of the head. The owner of the shoe, Mrs. Sun, came out aggressively and said, "I don't even remember the name I gave. What's the use of having a father like you?" ..."

Zhuhua backed away silently, to make room for her, and said in her heart: I am not called Zhuzhu either, I am called Zhuhua, alas, actually I don’t want to be called Zhuhua either, and being called Zhuzhu sounds better than Zhuhua, and I want to be called Zhuhua. Why don't you take this opportunity to change your name to Zhuzhu?

While she was struggling with the name, Mrs. Sun had already made a move over there.Pulling Yinhua out of Cheng Dashan's arms, Sun took off the other shoe and hit Cheng Dashan.

"Don't do anything, the children and the folks are watching, I'm an official now, show me some face."

"What kind of face do you want? But if you can't keep it, you're a bastard now, and you still want face, I'll give you face, I'll give you face..." Sun said while hitting him on the head with a shoe.

Yinhua, who was crying, stopped crying now. She looked at it for a while, then silently took Zhuhua's hand and went back to the yard, and said to Jinhua who was tidying up the yard, "Sister, is our father really an official?"

"I don't know." Jin Hua said without stopping the movement of her hands.

There are some gold and silver jewelry scattered in the courtyard, these gold flowers have not been touched, only the broken tables and chairs, brooms and brooms have been cleaned up, and if there are any that are still usable, they will be repaired with a hammer.Zhuhua was helping to support the legs of the stool while paying attention to the situation outside. Hearing Cheng Dashan begging for mercy, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister, that's really our father. Why... is it like that?"

As soon as she finished asking, Yinhua also looked at Jinhua with concern. She was only three years old when Cheng Dashan left, and she didn't remember what he looked like for a long time.

"It should be, our father is like that."

"But he...is ugly." Zhuhua said hesitantly.

"It's okay for a man to be ugly, as long as he has money." Yinhua retorted.

"But he looks like a prodigal who doesn't do anything, just like the son of the landlord's family in the next village, he can't keep money even if he has money."

"You have never seen the son of the landlord's family, so how do you know that he looks like our father." Yinhua said, and looked at the people he brought in the carriage outside, and silently agreed with Cheng Dashan's evaluation of the prodigal.

Zhuhua also noticed those people, so she asked: "Sister, we won't be cooking dinner for so many people today, right?"

Jin Hua glanced outside and said, "No need, just be the four of us."

"Our father doesn't do it either." Yinhua asked hastily.

"No, he will go out to eat out as an official."

Yinhua pouted, and picked up the gold and silver jewelry on the ground.Jin Hua glanced at her, but didn't say anything.Zhuhua didn't care about this, she thought that when Mrs. Sun got angry, she would have to recognize this father, so she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.She didn't have much respect for her father. In her previous life, her father passed away when she was in elementary school. In her limited memory, she didn't have a good impression of him.

Her father was a loader, and his salary was not too high, and he didn't give a penny to the family. Her mother, who was a sewing worker, supported her family expenses.It doesn't matter if he doesn't take the money home, his mother has to pay back his gambling debts, and sometimes he is beaten.She always remembered that once her father stole her tuition to gamble, and her mother had a big fight with him, and her face was swollen from the beating.At that time, she really gritted her teeth with hatred, if she didn't want to guard her brother who kept crying and dragging her to death, she would also go up and do it.Such a father once died in a car accident after being drunk, and her family was compensated a sum of money. This was the only good thing she felt her father had done.

She didn't enjoy any father's love in her previous life, so she thought it would be the same in this life, but Zhuhua thinks it's not bad, it's better than having a bad father, but now that her father is back, even if she becomes an official, it's hard to see. Not very reliable, does she want to recognize this father?When she was struggling with this matter, she suddenly thought of what kind of official a person like her father could be. Civilian officials are definitely impossible, and there are only military officers. Military officers are also called Cheng Dashan. Dashan, right?

Zhuhua remembered the first time she heard the dead ghost's father called Cheng Dashan from someone else, and wanted to say how the name was the same as a famous general in the Kang Dynasty, but almost every village has one or two bad names like Dashan. I didn't take it to heart.If her own Cheng Dashan is really a famous general, then she will make a lot of money. I remember that she has watched many TV series about Kang Chao, and Cheng Dashan in them is all funny. Of course, the ending is also good, without being caught in the middle The emperor unloaded the mill and killed the donkey.It's a pity that she just watched this kind of drama just when she happened to turn to it, and didn't watch it from beginning to end, and she didn't know what happened to Cheng Dashan's wife and daughter.

Pressing her head, she couldn't remember the details of the past. Originally, the major events in the Kang Dynasty had nothing to do with her as a country girl. She only needed to touch the light of the enlightened era. If it has something to do with major events, then she has to think about it.

"Azhu, what are you thinking?" Yinhua bumped into her, took a golden lock and waved it in front of her eyes, "Can you persuade mother?"

Zhuhua rolled her eyes, opened her mouth and shouted towards the kitchen: "Sister..."

"What are you shouting for?" Yinhua pulled her, raised her eyes and looked at Jinhua guiltily, then quickly let go of her hand and looked to the side.

"I guess Aunt Li will definitely come over. Shall we cook her and Uncle Li's meal too? Is there enough meat in the house? We need to find someone to buy it in the town."

"Enough. You come in and light the fire." After Jin Hua finished speaking, she ignored Yin Hua.

Yinhua put the gold and silver jewelry in the house very consciously, and said loudly to the kitchen: "I'm going to pull the vegetables, if I knew it, I would pull more in the morning."

The three of them didn't care about the outside, but the guards who followed stood there at a loss, not knowing whether to step forward to help.When they came, they heard the general say that no matter what happened, they were not allowed to move back or talk nonsense. They didn't think much about it when they responded, but now they have realized that they even understand the meaning of the general's selection of cronies. It's really not something that other people can see.

(End of this chapter)