World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 1008
As soon as this word comes out.

All three of us were extremely surprised.

Not only because of the character of the guy in front of him, but also because of his appearance, he was completely different from Xiaozhu.

Xiaozhu is so beautiful, with big eyes, small cherry mouth, white and rosy skin, so tender that she can squeeze out water, and she has shallow dimples when she smiles.

On the other hand, look at this thing in front of you.

Green bean eyes, sky-high nose, mouth as wide as a pig trough, face as flat as if it had been run over by a wheel, I dare not say how ugly it is, it is really indescribably ugly.

Genetic mutations don't change like this either.

I asked: "Little brother, may I ask your name?"

The young man raised his nose and said, "I won't change my name when I'm walking, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. Qiao Santai, Sanyang Kaitai!"

I frowned and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Qiao Santai replied: "Eighteen...no, what are you doing?"

He is one year younger than Xiaozhu.

I asked again: "Do you have any sisters in your family who were sent away or lost when you were young?"

When Qiao Santai heard this, he snorted coldly, pulled out a piece of dogtail grass, held it in his mouth, and said nothing, staring at my pocket.

I understand what he meant.

This costs money.

I had to give him another 200 yuan.

Qiao Santai took the money and asked, "Did you give it away or lose it?"

I:"……"

Qiao Santai said: "The dead old ghost and the old woman couldn't give birth to a son, gave away three daughters, and lost two daughters at the big fair. How do I know which one you are asking about?!"

Such a thing seems incredible now.

But in the poor rural areas in the 80s, it was too common.

The policy at that time was that urban residents could only have one child, and rural residents could have two, but they had to be separated by several years.The concept of ordinary people is still at the stage of raising children to protect themselves in old age. But if a son is not born, he will not be able to stand upright in front of his neighbors. This has led to many families giving birth to daughters to give away their daughters quietly, or simply throw them away. In the city, I hope someone with a destiny can pick it up and raise it.

If Xiaozhu is really Qiao Santai's sister, there is a high probability that she is one of the two girls lost in the market.

Because he was given to others to be raised, he had adoptive parents, but Xiaozhu did not.

Lu Cenyin said, "Is your mother at home now?"

Qiao Santai vomited up the dogtail grass in one gulp: "I said...what are you doing?"

I had no choice but to pull Xiaozhu, who had been silent at the back, in front of me, and said to Qiao Santai: "Santai, have you seen this girl? She may be one of the daughters your parents once abandoned. We brought her to find her parents today. The other meaning is that I want to recognize my loved ones. As long as you live, you must know where you come from!"

When Qiao Santai heard this, his eyes widened with great surprise, and he looked Xiaozhu up and down.

Xiaozhu was embarrassed, his face turned red, and he lowered his head slightly.

Qiao Santai looked at it for a long time and cursed: "Fuck! How could a dead old ghost and a dead old woman give birth to such a beautiful girl? Who the hell would believe it..."

So much for that.

He began to react, his mung bean eyes staring at the big pig heads and tonics in our hands.

Lu Cenyin gave him the things: "Santai, lead the way."

Qiao Santai was not polite. He took the things and said, "Follow me!" He led the way.

We followed behind.

After about twenty minutes, we returned to the village and came to a house at the west end of the village.

This house is really dilapidated, with weeds growing on the rammed earth walls, a lot of roof tiles falling off, exposing rotten wooden rafters, and a hole in the rammed earth in the east corner, but no repairs have been made.

There is a courtyard, surrounded by an earthen wall.

Before we entered the courtyard, we heard a woman's voice yelling curses inside.

"Immortal thing! I married your Qiao family, and I never had a good life. I only had to eat chaffy vegetables and feel bad!"

"Qiao Santai is a loser. He plays cards all day long and earns nothing! The subcontract fee for this land is only 1 yuan. If you are an old man, you still want to spend [-] to see a doctor? Go ahead and dream!"

Followed by.

We heard a scream from an old woman and the sound of pots and pans being thrown to the ground.

Qiao Santai took us into the courtyard gate.

Go in and have a look.

I found a woman in her thirties who was as fat as a pig, half-reclining on a recliner, holding a bowl of rice with a few pieces of braised meat and fish on it, and eating with big mouthfuls.

There was a struggling old lady on the ground, skinny as a stick, with wrinkles all over her face. Next to her was a small plastic basin, and the food was poured on the ground. The rice was porridge with clear soup and little water, and the vegetables only had a few sweet potato leaves and spinach.

Qiao Santai had just walked in.

The fat woman started to yell at him: "You still have the nerve to come back?! Why don't you die?! Damn it, if I marry you, I won't be happy to eat, drink, or sleep! Don't force me. I’m going to remarry, I’m going to remarry, so you’ll be a bachelor for the rest of your life!”

Is this woman Qiao Santai's wife?

Nearly ten years older? !
Qiao Santai placed the big pig head and tonics on the table next to him with a bang: "Shut up! Bring me some food!"

When the fat woman saw the gift, her eyes widened: "Where did it come from?"

Qiao Santai said: "I won at cards! You stupid bitches!"

Lu Cenyin and I were speechless.

Xiaozhu didn't know when he had gone over to help the old lady on the ground.

Xiaozhu was fine at first, but as she was being held up, the girl suddenly started crying while hugging the old lady.

this move.

Not only the old lady was confused.

We were also a little confused.

Is it possible that mother and daughter have a heart-to-heart?

Lu Cenyin hurried over and pulled Xiaozhu away, asking in a low voice: "Why are you crying, silly girl?"

Xiaozhu sobbed and replied: "Sister, my nose suddenly felt sore..."

The fat woman asked from the side: "Who are you?"

I originally thought that Qiao Santai would introduce us, but little did I know that this guy actually grabbed the rice from the fat woman's hand, squatted on the ground, and started to cook in a muffled voice.

(End of this chapter)