Yingbao closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, silently listening to her parents' whispers.
After all, my parents underestimated the shamelessness of Chen Changping and his wife.
They don't need face at all, as long as they can achieve their goals.
As her consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness, Ying Bao carefully observed the red birthmark on her wrist.
How can I remove it without leaving scars?
As long as the birthmark on my wrist is gone, no one can prove that I am the child of the Chen family.
Ying Bao squatted by the pool, put her arms into the cold water, soaked and scrubbed them over and over again, then picked a handful of Wuding Zhizhi juice from the stone wall and applied it to her wrists, repeating this process.
She wanted to try to see if the birthmark could be rubbed away.
Isn't it said in the storybook that Lingquan can cleanse the muscles and marrow and eliminate bruises on the body?
Although I don’t know whether this water is a spiritual spring or whether Wudingzhi is a natural treasure, how can I know if I don’t try it?
…
Four months passed in a flash.
Yingbao is one year and three months old.
After unremitting efforts, now she can not only run and jump, but her language skills have also been greatly improved.
It is midsummer now. She is wearing a sweatshirt and shorts made by her mother-in-law, with cloth bands wrapped around her wrists. She is digging a hole with a small shovel in the corner of the yard, preparing to transplant saplings.
The apple seeds in the black soil of Dongfu had already sprouted, and two of them sprouted at a time. Unfortunately, the seedlings did not grow until they were as tall as chopsticks. As a last resort, Yingbao decided to move them out and plant them in the northwest corner of the yard.
This place is my family's small vegetable plot. The soil is soft and fertile, which is suitable for seedlings to grow.
"Yingbao, what are you doing?"
Xu Chunniang walked slowly with a big belly, her face was rosy and plump, her face was radiant, and she was even more beautiful and demure than before.
She was already seven months pregnant, but it was as if she was full term and it was very difficult to move.
Yingbao planted the seedling with a bang, pressed it with soil, raised a smile and said: "Apple tree."
Mrs. Xu was curious: "Where did Yingbao get the apple tree?"
"It's grown from seeds." Ying Bao didn't hide it either. "The apples dad gave me have seeds."
"Yo! It's true." Xu Chunniang was surprised.
You know, apples are a rare thing here. They can only be sold in the county town, and the quantity is not large. They are rare things brought by caravans from other places, and they are often bought up by rich people as soon as they appear.
The eldest aunt, Jiang Yunniang, and her family were doing business in the county town and were easily exposed to foreign caravans, so she was able to bring some back to her natal family to honor her parents.
"When was the cherry blossom planted?" Chun Niang was a little unconvinced.
My little daughter was busy doing daily chores in and out of the yard, so I thought she was playing in the mud.
Ying Bao stood up and said, "They were planted in spring." As she said this, she ran to the kitchen to scoop out water for irrigation.
Of course, she was not scooping water from the well in the tank, but was borrowing her time from the kitchen to sneak water from the cave.
"Bao'er, don't water the seedlings with well water. You have to dry them in the sun first." Xu Chunniang is a farmer, so she naturally knows that well water can harm seedlings, so she gave her some advice.
Ying Bao blinked, hesitated for a moment, and had no choice but to put the water ladle on the ground.
What my mother said makes sense.
The saplings in the cave don't grow big, maybe because the pond water doesn't get sunlight.
Seeing how cute her daughter was, Chun Niang couldn't help but pat her head and said softly: "When your father comes back, let him carry water from the river and leave it for you to water the trees."
In fact, Chun Niang didn't have much hope for her daughter's apple sapling. After all, no one had ever seen such a thing before, and the fruit saplings needed to be cultivated and grafted by knowledgeable people before they could bloom and bear fruit. Otherwise, it would be in vain when they grew up.
Of course, she wouldn't say these things to hurt her daughter. Children, who don't have some beautiful fantasies?
It is extremely hot at noon in midsummer. The sun bakes the earth, and it is so spicy that it can cause skin peeling off.
In the field of bean sprouts, Jiang Sanlang wore a straw hat, sweating profusely while waving a hoe to weed, and finally finished hoeing a field.
Look at the sun hanging high in the sky, and my stomach is already singing about the empty city plan. I wipe my sweat, bend down to pick up the empty water jug, and rush home with my hoe.
On the way, I met my neighbors, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, and said hello, "Uncle, do you want to hoe the ground too?"
"Yeah." Wang Er is about forty years old, semi-deaf, dark and thin, and his back is severely curved due to years of hard work.
His wife, Second Aunt Wang, was strong and had a sharp tongue. When she saw Jiang Sanlang smiling, she asked, "Sanlang, when will your wife give birth?"
Jiang Sanlang scratched his head, "It's still early."
The doctor told him that his wife's due date was early October, but she could not rule out that it would be earlier than expected.
So Jiang Sanlang didn't want to tell anyone about his family affairs, especially someone like Aunt Wang who liked to gossip.
Seeing Jiang Sanlang perfunctoryly treating her, Second Aunt Wang curled her lips and did not mention the topic. She just smiled and said: "Oh, Sanlang, your Yingbao has become famous recently."
Jiang San frowned, "Second Aunt, what are you talking about?"
Second Aunt Wang came closer and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you, many people in the village have recently spread that your Yingbao is the reincarnation of a boy under the Guanshiyin Seat, who comes down to earth to give birth to others."
"Second Aunt, please don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Sanlang was displeased, "Who is the reincarnation of a boy? Who can talk so nonsense? I'll go to her house later and talk nonsense. Is there anyone who talks about a child like that? My Yingbao can't afford this name.
head."
It would be fine if Ying Bao was her own child, but she was picked up. Once this rumor came out, it would not stop her bastard biological parents from being interested.
Second Aunt Wang snorted: "Why am I talking nonsense? That was spread by outsiders, I'm just telling you out of kindness.
Besides, if you don’t admit that Ying Bao is a gift boy, what’s the point? Your wife, Chun Niang, is really pregnant with twins. There has been no news in the past ten years. How could it be such a coincidence?"
"Absurd!" Jiang Sanlang's face darkened, he ignored Aunt Wang and strode away.
"Humph!" Second Aunt Wang rolled her eyes.
What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be!
I’m telling you with good intentions, but I’m still mad at you!
A dog bites Lu Dongbin, but it doesn’t recognize a good heart!
Bah! I took advantage of you and didn't let anyone tell me. Why didn't you see your wife's pregnancy when there was no Yingbao?
In the past few years, I saw medicine dumping in your house every day, and the small pond behind the house was almost filled. Who would you think was blind?
Second Aunt Wang secretly swore and looked sideways at her husband glaring at her. She couldn't help but said angrily: "What are you glaring at? You're a useless killer! You know how to bully your own mother-in-law. Why didn't you glaring at Jiang San's cannibalism just now?"
Uncle Wang's eyes narrowed, he rolled his tongue and muttered a few words. He couldn't hear what he was saying. He turned his head and hurriedly walked to the front.
As for Jiang Sanlang, he strode home quickly. When he saw the little girl standing at the door of the yard looking at him from a distance, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
"Daddy is back!"
When she saw her father coming home, Yingbao quickly moved a bench for him to sit on, then ran to the kitchen and stood on the stool to scoop water for her father to wash his face.
Jiang Sanlang followed the kitchen, reached out to lift his daughter off the bench, patted her gently, and said with a face: "How can you stand on the bench to scoop water? What if she falls into the vat?"
Yingbao giggled, "Yingbao won't plant it in a vat."
