Rebirth of the little peasant girl

Chapter 85
Here, several people from Cambrian were chattering and chirping together, Liang Xin brought the two of them in despite the rain.

Compared with the bright sun just now, it was raining heavily at this time. Walking on the muddy ground in the yard, several people's trousers were wet. After entering the house, the two quickly took off their rain capes.

"Old patriarch, why are you here at this time, and it's still raining heavily outside?"

Han Yi's concerned and worried voice came from inside the house.

Han Yong followed his grandfather into the room, and saw several people sitting at the table in the room. There seemed to be a big bird beside the youngest one. The weather was gloomy and dark, so he couldn't see clearly.

Han Wu and Han Wen sat on the chairs in the middle of the main room, with a cup of herbal tea on the table beside them, they were talking happily, Han Yan's small figure almost shrunk into the chair, and Xiao Diao surrounded her , from time to time tweeted "咻咻", very cute and cute, the three brothers and sisters stayed together happily.

Han Yi hurriedly got up, took the old patriarch's poncho, hung it behind the door, and helped the old man to sit up.

Han Yong held the poncho he just took off, pouted, and stood there reluctantly, and someone followed in behind him.

"Rang Rang, Rang Rang, hot ginger syrup is here." Liang Xin said loudly in plastic rain gear, holding a large bowl in both hands, eyes only looking at the road, and pushed Han Yong who was blocking the doorway with his arms.

Hearing that the ginger syrup was coming, Han Yong quickly turned around and gave way. Liang Xin carried a large boiling bowl, carefully entered the room, and gently placed it on the table next to the old patriarch.

The old patriarch is about 70 years old this year, and he is thin and thin. Today, he is wearing a green cloth shirt. The clothes are worn out at some point, and there is a small patch on them. He looks clean and straight. Sitting there, he seemed to be in good spirits, most of his clothes were wet from the heavy rain just now, they were tightly attached to his body, his face was serious, and he frowned and glanced at Han Yong standing at the door.

"You bastard, come here quickly. Have you forgotten what I said at home? Come here quickly."

He looked at Han Yong sternly, waved his hands, and scolded.

Hearing what he said, Han Yong became even more reluctant, the expression on his face was like he was about to cry, and there was conflicting struggle in his eyes.

"Come here, wait for me to invite you in person?"

Seeing his grandson standing still, the old patriarch's face became even more gloomy, and there was no smile on his face, and he completely lost his usual kindness and kindness.

With red eyes, Han Yong moved over step by step, clutching his poncho tightly, as if it was his treasure.

"...Old patriarch, if you have something to say, don't scare the child."

Liang Xin originally wanted to see what the old patriarch was doing with Han Yong, but he didn't expect that after entering the house, the old man directly taught his grandson a lesson, without even saying a word of explanation, and was very severe, scaring Han Yong so much A boy was about to cry. If it was normal, if Han Yong was said so by others, he would have relied on his grandfather to start a fight. Could it be that the old patriarch came here in the rain to teach his grandson a lesson? Did you watch it yourself?
Hearing Liang Xin's words, Han Yong turned his head and took a look, with tears in his eyes.

"Auntie," he stood up stubbornly, cleared his throat with a cough, "today I fought with Xiao Wu in Shilihetang, you see, my wrist was also pinched by them, it was swollen and tall , rubbing medicated oil doesn’t work, it will probably take many days for this hand to get better, I’m going to school tomorrow, can you forgive me for bullying Xiao Wu.”

Liang Xin's eyes widened, she was a little surprised, she didn't know what to say for a while, this kid has such a thick skin!

This appearance fell into Han Yong's eyes, and he thought that she felt distressed when she saw his swollen wrist. Adults are more tolerant to children. The swollen wrist looked pitiful, so he thought for a while, and prepared to say a few more words to be forgiven.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard someone scoff.

"Nonsense." Han Yan muttered, walked a few steps, and led Xiao Diao to Liang Xin's side, "What you said is not right at all, things are obviously not like this."

Only then did the old patriarch notice the little eagle beside Han Yan, but he couldn't recognize what kind of bird it was. He looked at it blankly, but felt a little inexplicably familiar.

Here, Han Yan has already hugged Liang Xin's body, and shook her coquettishly. Han Yong looked at this ferocious bird that shouldn't be in the room, he didn't know whether he was frightened or cold, and his face looked a little pale. The poncho in his hand was held even tighter by him. Seeing Xiao Diao's sharp eyes, he hugged the poncho tightly into his arms, and didn't even notice that the clothes on his body were wet.

Turning back and beckoning, Han Wu leaned over, and Han Yan stretched out her hand to hold the little brother's arm.

"One of the little brother's eyes was swollen by him. Fortunately, the little brother dodged at that time, otherwise he would have hit the eyeball directly. The surrounding area of ​​the eye was severely bruised, and the corner of the mouth was also broken. Brother Lin Lin was also beaten. They hit their legs with wooden sticks, maybe it was the first time they hit someone with wooden sticks, Brother Lin Lin's leg didn't hurt any bones, or else they would have broken Brother Lin Lin's leg." She looked With a cold face, he said slowly and clearly.

Thinking of what I saw when I rushed to the Shilihe pond today, my little brother, Lin Lin, Han Tian and others were all injured. The people behind Han Yong held wooden sticks in their hands, rolled up their sleeves, and stared viciously at him. With my little brother and the others...

At that time, the big brother stood in front of the little brother with nothing in his hands...

with a stick?
The old patriarch frowned, there is still such a thing... It seems that the grandson and granddaughter are not telling the truth, and they are lying to themselves.

The situation at that time was so chaotic and serious?Liang Xin and Han Yi looked at Han Wu worriedly because of his youngest daughter's words.

"I'll go to the kitchen, bring over the boiled eggs, and apply Xiao Wu's face, otherwise the swelling will get worse in a while." Liang Xin raised her head and said.

After she finished speaking, no one said anything, and the room was very quiet.

"Okay, you go and get it. The egg will be effective if you apply it while it's hot. After it's cold, it won't work much." Looking at Han Wu, Han Yi came back to his senses and said.

Liang Xin glanced at Han Yong, and didn't like this unreasonable man who beat his youngest son until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"You even led someone to bully some eight or nine-year-old children with wooden sticks."

The old patriarch said with a gloomy face, looking at his grandson Hanyong with undisguised heartache and disappointment.

Heh, this is really my own... Good grandson, really good, really capable...

"What happened this morning? Tell me the truth." The old patriarch suddenly shouted, breaking the silence in the room.

Han Yong shivered in fright, and looked at his grandfather in fear.

"That's...that's what happened, I've already said it at home." He stammered.

"That's what happened." The old patriarch glanced at him, and then looked at Han Wu again, "It's just an ordinary fight, how many children would you beat up like this by calling someone in advance and bringing a wooden stick? "

Liang Xin had already entered the house with the egg, and seeing the stern expression of the old patriarch, before she had time to speak, Han Yan had already stretched out her hand to hold her.

"I'll help my little brother apply it, mother, give me an egg." She said.

Han Yong stared at his grandfather, bit his bloodless lower lip, stood there stubbornly, and said nothing.

Liang Xin nodded, picked up a hot egg, wrapped it in a clean fine gauze, and handed it to Han Yan. Han Wu lowered his head, he couldn't help shivering from the hot egg on his face, and wanted to Back off.

Liang Xin reached out, grabbed him, wrapped an egg again, and slowly rolled it on his face with the other hand.

"It hurts...it hurts!" Han Wu cried tremblingly, looking at the two people holding eggs in their hands, he twisted his body vigorously, "Mother, don't apply it anymore, it really hurts, my face will be swollen in a few days." I'll be fine by myself... ouch..."

Liang Xin slapped him on his body which was trembling indiscriminately, and glared at him.

"Don't move, be obedient, apply it and it will be done soon."

She said, while carefully applying hot eggs to every bruise.

Cambrian didn't dare to move anymore, he grinned and blinked his eyes from time to time.

Liang Xin didn't pay attention to him anymore, feeling that the hot eggs were getting cold, she took another one from the bowl, wrapped it in a clean muslin cloth, and continued to heat the compress. During this period, she kept moving, her expression focused, and Han Yan also changed one after another. Egg, in the main room, the mother and daughter are busy and not chaotic, only to see the old patriarch sitting aside awkwardly, picking up the warm ginger syrup on the table, slowly sipping drank up.

"Are you ready?" Seeing Liang Xin put down the egg again, Han Wu asked in a low voice with a pitiful expression.

Looking at the eggs in the bowl that had been used, Liang Xin reluctantly nodded and let go of the hand that had been holding him just now.

"Little brother, does it really hurt?"

Han Yan raised her head and looked at him with a smile on her lips.

Han Yi and the others sitting around also looked at him quietly.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore. I'm not afraid. I just pretended to lie to you just now."

After a pause for a while, Han Wu said with a smile, and stretched out his hand, gently pinching Han Yan's moist and smooth face, with a proud expression that you have been fooled by me.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt..."

Han Yan nodded suspiciously, and turned her questioning gaze to Han Wen.

"Brother..." Han Wu hurriedly begged Han Wen.

Get rid of it, he wants to be a brave and good brother in his sister's heart, and don't let her know that he is actually afraid of pain.

(End of this chapter)