Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 89 The Female General in the 70s (95)

The King of Hell is good to see, but the little devil is difficult to deal with.

In her previous life, she was so arrogant and alone, and she knew that some inconspicuous people wanted to befriend her. When she was in the palace, it didn't matter how much the empress and prince loved her. The method of moistening things and making friends silently.

Therefore, although the doorman's attitude is not bad, he can't help but take people seriously.

Qinghun saw that the guard uncle was very talkative, tactful and proactive, so he secretly gave away a catty of high-quality rice in a small cloth bag and a bottle of canned yellow peaches.

Here is the north, where rice is rare.Canned food is also a rarity.

The guard was really happy, and enthusiastically pointed out the place where Yan Qitai lived to Qinghun: "...You go now, the old couple may not be there, so when you get there, find someone to ask where they work, It’s okay to ask someone to help them come back.”

Qinghun thanked him, picked up two big bamboo baskets with a shoulder pole, and left swiftly.

Seeing her as a little girl carrying two bamboo baskets, looking more relaxed than a big man, the guard clicked his tongue twice and shook his head. There are so many things that ordinary adults can't do.Along the way, the little girl didn't know how much she had suffered.

The little girl is just a niece, this old Yan is very lucky.

Nowadays, many people are separated from their wives and children because of political and political issues, and how many relatives and children have drawn a clear line from their parents and separated from their relationship.

But as for the little girl, not only did she not dislike her uncle and aunt who was in trouble, but she also brought so many things from thousands of miles to visit, not to mention being dragged down by her uncle and aunt.It's easy to see whether the character is high or low, such a little girl deserves to be helped.

It can be seen that in this world, even though there are many cold-blooded people with dark hearts, there are also many filial children.

Qinghun didn't know the feelings of the uncle guard behind him, she was actually a little excited and looking forward to seeing her most powerful uncle whom her father had mentioned so many times.

After walking for more than a mile, I arrived at the place the guard said, and asked the person I met, who pointed me to the house where Yan Qitai lived. Qinghun came to see, and sure enough, the door was closed.

Two dilapidated adobe houses, the courtyard walls piled with rocks and loess outside, the door is not locked, and when you open it, there is a little dry thatch and a small bundle of branches picked up somewhere in the small courtyard, a bundle of firewood, it should be It is used to burn fire.

The door of the room was not locked, so Qinghun simply opened the door, put the bamboo basket down in the room, and looked again, the room that entered the door was regarded as the main room, and the room was pitch-black, fortunately, the door was opened, and it was considered to be there. It was bright, and a stove was cut against the wall. There was only one pot, a broken wooden table, and two stools that were about to fall apart.There were some broken bowls and a pair of chopsticks, and there was a bag in the corner, which should be food. When I opened it, I found a little cornmeal and coarse wheat bran flour in it, which probably weighed only seven or eight catties.There were also a few sweet potatoes and potatoes on the ground.

There was no food, a layer of lard was floating on the bottom of a broken bowl on the stove, and a little salt was put in a jar. On the surface, this was all the uncle and aunt's possessions.

I don't know how uncle and aunt have lived these years.

Heavy labor, pigs eat a boatload of rations, and there is still not enough to eat.No wonder uncle went so early.

Qinghun looked sad, and couldn't help but feel a little sour in his eyes.

Looking into the back room, there was a thin and pitiful mattress on the kang, with a tattered quilt on top.There was an old kang table and an old cabinet. The windows were open, and the sun shone in through the windows, which made the room feel a little warm.

Qinghun knew what he should add.

Fortunately, she put two quilts in the bamboo basket. The quilts are made of old cotton cloth, but the quilts are new, so they can be used.

She put two quilts on the kang and made them up.

From the space, he took out two cans of malted milk, two bags of white rabbit toffee, two bags of brown sugar, two jars of wine brewed by himself, two bottles of Maotai wine, two cigarettes, six bottles of canned food, and about five catties of dried noodles. About five catties of small yellow rice, about ten catties of rice, two pieces of streaky bacon, two air-dried chickens, one piece of roe deer meat, a large bag of dried beef, four air-dried fish, a dozen apples and oranges, put them in the Kangtou cabinet. Stuffed, stuffed an old cabinet so full that the door almost couldn't close.

Well, my uncle definitely likes rice more than pasta in the north.

There is also a copy of these things in the bamboo basket, but there are not many.In addition to rice, there are about twenty catties.In addition, there is a little oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

After I put away my things, I went outside and found that the bucket at home was empty. After thinking about it, I simply picked up the bucket and planned to ask for directions and go out to get some water.It also saves the uncle and the others from fetching water when they come back.This kind of hard work is not a problem for her.

Only then did he go out with the bucket in hand, and saw two figures staggering towards this side.

When they got close, seeing Qinghun coming out of the courtyard, the two stood still.Looking at Qinghun, he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

With just one glance, Qing Hun knew that the old man in his fifties, with empty clothes, very thin, yellow complexion, but very refined, with piercing eyes, was his uncle.

He looks so much like his dad.

Maybe it was like this when Dad was old?

Uncle is more than ten years older than her father.

Her eyes turned red.

Yan Qitai on the opposite side trembled violently: "My child...you...are you my Qinghun?"

When he heard that his niece came to see him, he still didn't believe it, but the child in front of him, let him know that this must be his niece.

Qinghun held back his tears and smiled brilliantly: "Yes. You gave me my name, uncle. My dad said you had a good name, but it didn't make sense, so he gave me a nickname. It's called Yoyo. But the grandparents at home call me Xiaoguai. Uncle, you can call me whatever you want, anyway, I'm your direct niece, no matter what."

"Yes, that's right, you look like your grandma, you can't be wrong." The uncle muttered, but he didn't move.It was as if all the strength in his body had been put into these words.

How many relatives he misses day and night.The child of his family, what a beautiful girl, stood in front of him alive.

But the uncle and aunt who raised him are gone.He didn't have time to provide for them in their old age, and he didn't have time to see them die. He was the most unfilial descendant of Lao Yan's family.He will never be able to face his uncle and aunt in the future.

All his life, he has been worthy of the sky, the earth, and the people of the country, but he is sorry for his uncle and aunt.The two elders raised him for nothing and studied for him, and he didn't pay anything back.

He hasn't taken care of his only younger brother yet.Qi'an went there at such a young age.

Now the children are still working all the way to see him.

A tough man like Uncle Yan already burst into tears at this moment.

Qinghun knelt down on the ground: "Qinghun has met uncle and aunt." (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival dears.)
(End of this chapter)