Di Ying was very happy to hear this.
Indeed, the old man's thoughts really cannot be reasoned with his own thoughts.
Whatever.
He said: "When we return to the metropolis and feel more settled, you can adopt a few children. Add some more people so that your father can be happy in his old age."
Zhao San nodded.
It's just this nod... Who knows when their adults will be able to settle down in the metropolis?
Di Ying himself didn't think about such a fucking problem.
He turned around and asked about the situation at Qian Wu's family.
When the adults mentioned his family, Qian Wu's face lit up with a happy smile.
It’s the kind of happy smile that can’t be shut down and overflows into the garden.
"Me, my family is doing well. It is also a lively family. My wife has given me another little girl. She is very beautiful and cute. I think she will be soft and pink. Looks like this. My wife thought that I had never seen her before, so she specially sent it to me with a piece of white paper, holding her little hands and feet, and stamping on the paper."
As Qian Wu spoke, he took out a letter from his arms, took out a piece of paper that he had touched countless times, opened it, and showed it off to everyone.
Although the brothers have seen it many times, every time, they still praise, envy, and bless him very much.
In April last year, Di Yingyou gave Qian Wu a holiday.
In fact, it's not just Qian Wu. Every month, Di Ying will send one or several brothers home to rest and reunite with their families.
He, Di Ying, was dying, but he would not treat his brothers harshly just because of it.
At this time, those who had a little girl at home naturally began to talk about the little girl's good fortune.
To sum up, there is only one sentence at the end: If a family has a little girl, they should be more diligent and hardworking, and want to give their little girls the best future and become the most solid guarantee for them after they get married.
I wish I could give the whole world to her.
Di Ying listened and imagined.
My heart feels warm, but I don’t have the same longing.
In his life...
Before I knew it, the night was already deep.
The wind in the mountain forest blew coolly through the treetops, the grass tips, and the sleeping cheeks of their group. Softly and softly, not wanting to disturb their sleep.
But in the capital city...
The wind was howling and the rain was pouring.
Countless lanterns flew into the sky and were swept away by the strong wind.
Many people's roofs began to leak, and they continued to use basins and buckets. The sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" became the only sound in such a disturbing night.
Zhao San's father was awakened by the sound of rain. He opened the door and stood in front of the house, looking at the rainwater sliding down the eaves in a line, then looking at the hazy night, and listening to the annoying "crackling" sound. "Voice.
He asked the old housekeeper worriedly: "Can the chicken coop not be able to withstand such a heavy rain? Can the melon frame we just built today not be able to withstand it?"
I don’t know when the rain will fall. Will the vegetables, fruits and the like that were grown with great difficulty be in trouble?
Alas, I don’t know when San’er will take a rest next year, and I don’t know if I will be able to take a bite of the vegetables and melons I planted when I come back. "
Zhao San, who was used to being called by his brothers, once told his old father with a smile the number given by Lord Di.
From that time on, Zhao's father also called Zhao San San'er. Because he also understands that the number is a kind of protection for his son, his brothers, and their families.
At that time, Father Zhao kept praising Mr. Di for being so considerate and caring.
Therefore, sometimes Father Zhao misses his son too much, so he can comfort himself by thinking about Master Di. He believed that his son would be safe and sound following Mr. Di, and he would become more and more promising.
When the old housekeeper heard what Zhao's father said, he supported Zhao's father and replied with a smile: "Master, don't worry, the fruits we grow specially for Mr. Di are specially covered with rainproof shelters. It's okay. It's just the young master's... That, it's not important anymore, right? If it's gone, we'll plant it again."
Hearing this, Father Zhao laughed "haha" and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, at worst, we will plant it again. Anyway, we are so idle day by day that our hair will grow. If it doesn't work, we can plant it again in the northwest corner." The willow trees were also dug up and they were planted with fruit trees."
"Okay, okay."
The old housekeeper agreed.
The two people, half of their hair and beards, just supported each other, looked at the continuous rain outside the door, and said words that made each other feel at ease.
There is no need to sleep on a night like this.
As for the other old housekeeper, the old flower farmer, he lives in a house next to the orchard. The house was very strong and would not be wetted by the rain, so they were not worried.
However, just when they were talking happily, there was something different in the rainy night and the sound of heavy rain.
"Listen, what is that sound?"
Father Zhao asked the old housekeeper.
The old housekeeper also listened attentively, and then his expression changed. He immediately pulled Father Zhao back to the room with his help, and then quickly closed the door and bolted it.
Then he dragged Father Zhao to the bed inside and sat him down.
He looked at the closed window, but still felt it was unreliable, so he pulled Father Zhao up again and prepared to stuff it into the cabinet.
Father Zhao: "...What's wrong with you? Could it be that bad guys came in? There are only three old guys in our house, who is going to do anything to us?"
He refused to enter the cabinet, so he and the old housekeeper pulled him and asked.
The old housekeeper had a look of panic on his face. He tried to push the person down but couldn't.
He stamped his feet anxiously and said: "There seems to be chaos outside. Master, this is the capital city. Whenever there is chaos in the city, it is either His Majesty arranging for someone to be arrested or someone is rebelling."
At this time, everyone will close their doors and hide wherever they can.
Otherwise, we will be in trouble easily if we have wars, swords have no eyes, and those who take advantage of the chaos to harm the people.
You also know that there are only three bad old men in our house, so how can we not know about the bad guys? What if someone comes to steal the money? Or what if you have nowhere to hide and come to our place? "
As soon as Father Zhao heard this, he calmed down.
He pushed the old butler away and walked towards the door, while replying: "If that's really the case, it's useless for you to stuff me into the cabinet. No matter it's a money robber or someone else, they will break into the house immediately. The house will be rummaged through. When the time comes, where can I hide?
Come with me, we'll go find Old Liu Tou, and we'll hide together in the cellar at the base of the south wall, which was dug out by San'er just in case for us to hide. "
