"Dou Yacai, you made it easy for me to find you. Hurry down the mountain. You are going to be the daughter of a rich man. His family does not raise pigs or cut firewood. You will be blessed."
When Dou Xiaosu was hesitating where to go, a short and fat woman with bare feet, hairpin on her head was tilted to one side, and her hair was messy, bumping like a ball on the mountain road. She looked so cheerful like in
As if he had won the Mark Six lottery, Dou Xiaosu looked back and saw that there was no one behind him.
"Oh, don't look at it. Come with me quickly. The man who was a little sick just now is back again... the man who gave us the money."
Looking at her confused look, he added that he hoped money could awaken Dou Yacai's memory.
"Auntie, have you recognized the wrong person..." Bean sprouts? Are you still a rich lady?
"Oh my, Dou Yacai, why are you getting more and more stupid? Let's go, let's go."
"Auntie, there is a man injured there, should we go and rescue him?" Since there are two people now, it should be no problem to rescue him.
"Don't worry about it, have you forgotten what I told you? You can pick up animals and take them home, but not people. If you pick them up, they will steal food from you. Let's go..."
Even Dou Xiaosu, a child prodigy, did not immediately accept Aunt Seven's thinking. As far as she knew, people in ancient times should not be so self-interested.
After Dou Jiang left for half a day, his mind kept thinking of the morbid beauty of the man in colorful clothes, his long eyebrows, and his skinny green and faded redness, as well as the resentful back figures of the mother and daughter when they were driven away by the lady that day, and a thought came to mind.
I felt a sense of guilt. Finally, I said:
"Think of it as bringing an orphan girl home and doing some good deeds."
Dou Xiaosu followed the woman back to her shabby home in confusion.
"Sir, I'm coming, I'm coming." The seventh aunt ran very fast with bare feet, and Dou Xiaosu followed behind panting. Oh my god, the motor nerves of ancient people were slightly more developed than modern people.
"Sir, her real name is 'Dou Yacai'. Her mother got it from her. The name is not bad, but it is not as easy to pronounce as Dou Yacai."
Dou Yajie? This name is not bad, Dou Xiaosu thought to himself.
"I'll take you home."
Dou Xiaosu held her abdomen with one hand and raised her head while panting. She saw a middle-aged man in silk clothes looking at her seriously, as if he wanted to give her something important.
"who are you."
"I am...your father." After some psychological struggle, Dou Jiang finally admitted his relationship with her.
"I'm still your mother...and your mother." Who is this person? She just came to ancient times and took advantage of her.