Knocking on the door of the farmer's house, an aunt who was nearly fifty years old came out. When she saw Xiyue and his wife holding a son who was only a few months old, his guard immediately became much lower and a smile appeared on his face.
He opened the door and said to them.
"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter. Even if you go out with your baby in your arms, you won't be afraid of freezing your baby."
Tomorrow protected Xiyue as she entered the farmer's house, and at the same time secretly checked. After making sure it was safe, she bowed to the woman and said a little embarrassedly.
"My family is poor, and my house was crushed by the heavy snow. I want to go to my relatives, but the snow is too heavy and I can't continue. I just want to chat for a while, borrow a cup of hot tea, and make a warm fire to avoid freezing my wife and children.
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After hearing what Tomorrow said, the old woman suddenly understood that the wind and snow were becoming more and more violent. She often heard that someone's house had collapsed, or even people were crushed to death, so she hurriedly pulled them to the fire and sat down.
After getting off the bed, he made some hot goat milk and then said with worry.
"Then you're lucky, no one was hurt. A few days ago, a house next door to ours collapsed, killing two people. Sigh, the weather is really unlucky."
Xiyue took the goat's milk respectfully, then fed the child little by little with a spoon. The old woman prepared two more large bowls of hot flowers, made the stove larger, and then raised her head and said to the old woman.
"Auntie, according to common sense, it should be right after summer, which is the cool time. I don't remember which year it started, but it didn't even have autumn, it jumped directly to winter, and it's still so cold. This is not
Most people can handle it."
Seeing Xiyue say this, the old woman's face was filled with sadness. She let out a long sigh, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. She looked at the child in Xiyue's arms and said.
"My son, I once had a child. When he was in the fifth month, there was a very big snowstorm. The wind and snow that year were so heavy that you can't imagine how powerful the wind and snow were.
It blew over and the window fell down with a bang. We tried our best and wrapped ourselves in several quilts, but we still couldn't save our little grandson. Alas..."
Having said that,
The old woman's tears continued to fall. When Xiyue and Mingri saw this, they smiled, handed the child into the old woman's hand, and said sincerely.
"Auntie, actually this is not my child."
The old woman suddenly raised her head, looked at Xiyue in shock, then lowered her head at the cute and smart child in her arms, her heart turned to honey for a moment, and she lowered her head and kissed the child.
"This is my brother's house. Both my brother and sister-in-law died in the snowstorm, so we took the children out. Now that the relatives have not been found, there is no way for us to run around with the children. If Auntie is willing,
Please help me take care of one or two."
"real?"
Auntie suddenly stood up with her child in her arms, took a few steps back, and hugged her tightly. For fear of Xiyue regretting it, Xiyue also stood up and took out a dozen golden beans from her arms.
"If Auntie doesn't mind, just treat him as your biological grandson. Alang and I haven't gotten married yet, so it's really inconvenient to raise a child. There are some golden beans here. You don't have to go out and work hard. Take good care of your home."
Build it and make it more stable so that the house will not be eroded by the cold wind. If your son comes back, you can let him meet me, A Lang, who will teach him how to build the house."