But that night, Xiao Shitou was particularly happy, not just because he and his mother were fighting side by side and showing off their talents.
It's because he saved the Ding family. No matter how powerful the Ding family is, it wasn't my mother and myself who saved them. I think they will still be embarrassed in front of me in the future.
Xiao Shitou asked his mother: "Mom, aren't you still carrying the itching powder? Why didn't you sprinkle it?"
An Ran sighed and said, "Son, my mother is already struggling to hold the knife. How can she still have time to break it?"
The itching powder was prepared by An Ran. The medicine was collected from the mountains and bought from the drug store. When this medicine is sprinkled on the body, it will cause itchiness. If there is an injury, it will be so severe that it will scratch yourself beyond recognition.
Xiao Shitou and his mother were in the house, despising the Ding family for being useless, while Ding Changhe in the other house was lying on the kang, eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking.
Jiang Li stepped forward and said, "Uncle, we have to tell the Third Prince."
Ding Changhe opened his eyes and said coldly: "I guess the prince will be in trouble now."
Jiang Li hurriedly asked: "The prince is taking action." ?.?????.???
Ding Changhe curled his lips coldly, "If you succeed, you will lose, and we are afraid that we will become someone else's stepping stone."
Dashan asked hurriedly: "What should we do? Is the master still at the border and not back?"
Ding Changhe's face was pale now, but he still said in a cold voice: "When the third prince recovers, he won't bear the loss."
It snowed heavily early the next morning, but it covered up all traces.
Because Ding Changhe lives here, Mrs. Ding and Sister Chen rarely come forward.
The big steamed buns steamed in the morning, the thick porridge, and two plates of pickled vegetables were brought in by Sister Chen in two portions.
A large portion was brought to Ding Changhe's house, while An Ran and Xiao Shitou ate in the main room.
The mother and son were eating and talking outside. Listening to the boy's cheerful tone, you knew he was in a good mood.
Dashan was speechless when he heard that, "I experienced that kind of scene yesterday, but I was not frightened. You are worthy of me."
Ding Changhe calmly ate his buns and finished his porridge, but the sound of the mother and son talking outside kept ringing in his ears.
The woman who always had an expressionless face now spoke softly and coaxed the boy with a smile.
After finishing the meal, Sister Chen took all the bowls out, An Ran entered Ding Changhe's room, bowed respectfully, and said, "Uncle, are you feeling better today?"
Ding Changhe looked at An Ran, who lowered his head and didn't look at him.
"Fortunately, thank you for your hard work for two days."
"Uncle Ding will be in town soon to buy things. Would you like to help you deliver a letter to Fucheng?"
Ding Changhe thought for a while, "Don't send it away yet, I will leave in the next two days."
"Then let me change the medicine for you first."
Ding Changhe lay on the kang and felt that An Ran's movements were not gentle. He knew in his heart that An Ran had a grudge against him.
After changing the medicine, before An Ran could go out, Ding Changhe said: "Sit here, I have something to tell you."
An Ran nodded and sat on the chair beside the kang.
For a moment, Ding Changhe didn't know where to start. He did owe An Ran something.
"I know you resent me, and even more resent my mother for doing this to you. I left in a hurry, and my mother said she would properly arrange for you. I didn't expect my mother to go so far. You have really been wronged over the years."
An Ran looked up at Ding Changhe, "You don't know."
Ding Changhe sighed, "On the night after we got married, I set out secretly to work for the Third Prince. My mother promised before I left that she would take good care of the family, so I didn't think too much about it. The situation at that time didn't allow me to think too much. .After that, I spent so many years on the border."
"Anyway, there was someone else around you, so you completely forgot about me." An Ran's eyes were a little red.
Ding Changhe smiled bitterly, "The situation on the border is complicated. In order to win over me, they sent me women. I couldn't offend her and couldn't refuse, so I stayed. Aunt Han was brought in by my mother, and I didn't even know. "
"Don't you still let them have children? I don't see you feeling sad."
"I am a military commander. I survived today and don't know what will happen tomorrow. I am the boss of the Ding family. I only let them be pregnant for the sake of their heirs. Moreover, these two are the only ones with a clean family background."
Then he raised his head and looked at An Ran, "At that time, my mother kept writing letters saying that nothing happened at home. I didn't know that I had a son, and you had suffered so much injustice over the years."
An Ran lowered her head, not wanting Ding Changhe to see her cry.
After resting here for another two days, An Ran realized that the fate of the Ding family and Ding Changhe was still uncertain.
On the afternoon of the third day, someone came to pick up Ding Changhe, and the three of them left Xiaxi Village. He left fifty taels of silver to An Ran.
After they left, An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up her things and took the small stone to the house leader's house.
Little Shitou shouted sweetly, "Grandpa Li Chang, Grandma Hua."
Aunt Hua was so happy that she couldn't help but praise Xiao Shitou, "You've grown up so much, let's see what other kids do well."
The head of the village asked: "How come the grandma received such a heavy gift? If you have any questions, please tell me. Let's not be so open-minded."
Aunt Hua also said bluntly, "That's right, keep the food for Xiao Shitou to eat."
An Ran smiled and said, "Something really happened this time. I want to buy the vacant land at the end of the village and build a few houses."
The mayor asked: "You have a lot of houses and they are enough to live in. Why are you still building them?"
Aunt Hua said: "Look at what you are asking, old man. If grandma wants to build a house, she must have a reason to build it, but it is not close to the village."
"That's closer than now. It's a wasteland, and it's also close to the house I live in now. I want to buy it. Maybe it will be useful in the future."
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