Since the death of Old Dingtou, An Ran asked Mrs. Ding to move here and sleep in the same room with Sister Chen, who could also take care of her.
Ding Ziheng ran home after An Then and saw Mrs. Ding and Sister Chen sitting in the yard picking vegetables. He hurriedly ran over and called, "Grandma Ding, Aunt Chen, what are you making delicious food tonight?"
Mrs. Ding squinted her eyes and saw that Heng'er looked very similar to Xiao Shitou. "Young Master is hungry. Please wait a little longer and we will start dinner soon."
Heng'er's temper is much better than that of Xiao Shitou. Although the two look similar, they give people completely different feelings.
Nowadays, several people have an illusion. It seems that when Xiao Shitou was a child, several people in the family were either growing medicinal materials, collecting herbs, or going to the mountains to find food. They lived a miserable life, but they also enjoyed happiness in the midst of hardship. ?.?????.ℂ??
Looking at the little stone that causes trouble every day, I don’t feel any pain anymore.
Mrs. Ding is old and likes to talk about the past when she has nothing to do, so Ding Ziheng is no stranger to his eldest brother.
"Your eldest brother liked you before he left. He always plays with you, but sometimes it's not gentle or serious. Your father doesn't dare to let him coax you for fear of hurting you."
Ding Ziheng held his chin in his hand and listened with interest, "Oh, I haven't even met my eldest brother. Is he better-looking than me?"
Zi Heng was well-raised and cheerful all day long, just like a little golden boy.
Mrs. Ding smiled and said, "You will know if you look in the mirror. You two are about the same size, but your eldest brother is stronger than you."
Ding Ziheng sighed and said, "Then I have to eat more. Is Aunt Chen's rice ready?"
Aunt Chen sat next to her, listening to the old and young chatting, which was very interesting, "Okay, let's go call your mother first."
Ding Ziheng stood up and ran into the house, "Mom, it's time to eat."
An Ran changed her clothes and came out, washed her son's face and hands, and they sat at a small table in the courtyard to eat.
Ding Changhe was away, and Mrs. Ding and Sister Chen were also eating together, but after eating one bowl, An Ran wouldn't let Ding Ziheng eat any more.
"Why can my eldest brother eat so much at that time, but my mother won't let me eat it?"
"There was nothing delicious back then, mostly whole grains. What you eat now is fine grains, but don't eat so much at one time. Your stomach will feel uncomfortable by then. If your stomach feels uncomfortable, Mom will have to make medicine for you."
Ding Ziheng covered his mouth with his small hand, "Mom, I don't want to drink medicine, I won't take it."
It made several people laugh out loud. It was precisely because Heng'er was here that An Ran felt that life was not so difficult.
Sooner or later, several veterans would practice boxing and kicking in the backyard, so An Ran asked Heng'er to watch.
He is too young to practice now, but it does not prevent him from moving around and it is still considered exercise.
The veteran also made a small backpack for Ding Ziheng. Every time he went out with An Ran, he carried it on his own. He used a small shovel to collect the medicinal materials he knew. An Ran treated him just like Xiao Shitou before, never pampering him.
When you grow up and go out, no one will follow you.
When it was time to collect grain, An Ran asked a few veterans to help dig a large cellar in the small house, and put all the harvested grain into the warehouse.
Before Ding Changhe left, he also handed over Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Fucheng to An Ran. The farm is not small, but it doesn't produce much food. The main reason is that they don't know how to take care of it, but at least they can provide food rations.
Before winter came, news of another war on the border came, and An Ran's heart couldn't help but rise again.
Ding Changhe will send a letter to An Ran in about two months. Of course, sometimes he will also bring small stones with him.
Today, An Ran received another letter from Ding Changhe. After reading it in the house, she realized that he was fighting the enemy from the front. The old man Ding Shengkang was holding on to the city and wanted to support them at the same time.
Ding Changhe told Anran that neither father nor son was injured and asked her not to worry. Xiao Shitou learned and adapted quickly there. The enemy army is also in chaos now. If we take this opportunity to suppress them, we can hope to go back next year.
An Ran looked at it carefully twice, put her hands on her chest, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He also called the messengers and asked them in detail about their situation there.
"The frontier is very cold, but the supplies provided by the imperial court are sufficient. Fortunately this year, my wife has provided a large amount of medicinal materials. Injured people around the general can be treated in time, especially the young general, who is very agile in helping people set bones."
The visitor told An Ran everything he knew. Of course it was very dangerous, but he didn't dare to say it for fear of going back and being exploited.
Naturally, when I left this time, I took away all the last batch of medicinal materials.
Now An Ran knew that almost all the medicine she sent out was used by family generals and people close to Ding Changhe. The imperial court has its own army to control, and he alone cannot control so many people.
An Ran had almost spent all the gold and silver Ding Changhe sent her for the second time.
The silver taels used to pay the villagers for selling medicinal materials, plus the grain she purchased, and the silver taels sent to Daliuzhuang, this adds up to a large sum.
During the Chinese New Year this year, I will naturally go back to Fucheng.
An Ran arranged the family well, leaving Dongmei to take care of Mrs. Ding, taking Sister Chen and Chu Xia, and setting off early with Ding Ziheng in her arms.
When the men were not at home, the women in the backyard stopped. Naturally, An Ran would not make things difficult for them, and after accepting their courtesy, he let them all go down.
On the contrary, Ding Ziheng and the fourth young master Ding Zijian had a good time.
Ding Zijian is Ding Changchuan’s eldest son. They are one year apart.
