The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

After walking for half an hour, the two arrived at Huaishan Village, twenty miles outside the town.

As soon as we entered the village, a group of seven or eight-year-old children gathered around and sang a jingle.

"Ye Hanzi, a big fat pig, finds a wild man and gives birth to two stupid children. The whole family will be stupid..."

"Shut up, stop singing!"

No matter how bad his sister is, Ye Qinghong cannot tolerate others arranging her in this way.

He angrily attacked the children.

A group of naughty boys were not afraid of him and dispersed in a hurry.

I also didn’t forget to sing: “Old Ye’s family is rotten-hearted. Sugar is added to the cooked noodles. After one bite, all of them will die...”

Hearing this, Ye Qinghong became even more angry, picked up a wooden stick and chased after him.

Ye Nitang frowned and grabbed him, "Okay, what's the use of arguing with them? Go home first."

Ye Qinghong looked at the eldest sister whose temperament had changed drastically, thinking that she would be angrier than him in the past.

Then he asked tentatively: "Aren't you angry when they say that?"

"It's not necessary," Ye Nitang smiled, "It's us who feel uncomfortable when we get angry with ignorant people, so why bother?"

The main reason is that she is not the original owner. She has the memory of the original owner, but she cannot agree with her thoughts and actions.

There is no way to get angry.

After hearing her advice, Ye Qinghong's eyes were much gentler. The eldest sister was right.

Comparing with a group of children will not change anything except wasting your own efforts.

The two of them walked around the village and walked all the way to the back mountain. After walking for half a mile, they reached the foot of the mountain and stopped in front of a thatched courtyard.

Ye Qinghong stood outside the bamboo fence, looked at the pair of dragon and phoenix babies in the courtyard, smiled and shouted:

"Langlang, Jingjie, uncle is back."

"Uncle, mother!"

The boy Ye Langlang heard the sound, looked up and called sweetly.

Then he ran over and opened the fence door, and glanced at Ye Nitang timidly.

Ye Qinghong put down the basket behind him, took out one of the two pieces of meat given by Butcher Hu, and entered the yard.

Ye Langlang held Ye Qinghong's hand tightly, but turned back to look at Ye Nitang, hesitant to speak.

Ye Nitang's face was stiff and she was dressed like a silly fat guy. She could just go back and change it.

But becoming a mother inexplicably is very annoying.

"Qinghong is back?"

At this time, an old woman walked out of the house. She was the neighbor who helped take care of the children, Mrs. Wu.

"Yes, Grandma Wu," Ye Qinghong smiled and handed over the piece of meat in his hand, "I'm sorry to trouble you now. This piece of meat will satisfy Zhu'er's craving."

"Oh, I can't help it. Take it back quickly and give it to Langlang and Jingjie."

Mrs. Wu waved her hands repeatedly, refusing to take the meat.

It's really too big, weighing three to four kilograms.

"Grandma Wu, if you don't take the meat, how can I dare to trouble you again in the future?"

Ye Qinghong bypassed Mrs. Wu and sent the meat to the kitchen.

"Qian Ming, I'm not at home, please help me take care of it."

"Langlang and Jingjue are both good children. If you have something to do, just go ahead and leave them with me."

Mrs. Wu smiled and did not refuse.

He glanced at Ye Nitang and sighed secretly in his heart.

Ye Nitang smiled at her and his eyes fell on Ye Juejue's face.

The little girl is the same age as her brother, three years and six months.

Three months ago, after the original owner was forced to break off the engagement by Yao Minzhi, she became angry and spread her grievances on her child.

He actually threw the two children into the stream pool next to the house, trying to drown them.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wu's grandson Yang Zhuer heard the cry and rescued the two children.

The son Ye Langlang was fine, but the daughter Ye Juejuan was scared to death.

His expression was sluggish all day long, his eyes were dull, he sat for the whole day, and he often peed his pants.

Ye Qinghong picked up his niece and touched her head lovingly.

"Jingjue was so good today. Can we say goodbye to my great-grandmother?"

The little girl leaned softly on her uncle's shoulder without any reaction.

Ye Langlang, who was holding the hem of Ye Qinghong's clothes, waved his hand to Mrs. Wu and said softly: "Goodbye, Mrs. Wu!"

"Goodbye, go back and listen to your uncle. Take good care of your sister."

Mrs. Wu sent the three of them out of the yard. When she saw Ye Nitang, she twitched her lips and tried to squeeze out a smile, but finally gave up.

"Grandma Wu, thank you." Ye Nitang said stiffly.

Under the surprised eyes of several people, he took the basket and walked to the back of the house first.

The Ye family's house is on the hillside behind Mrs. Wu's house.

When the Ye family fled the famine and came to Liuhe Town, they were arranged to live at the foot of Huaishan Mountain outside the town.

When they came, they built several rammed earth houses on the hillside behind the village.

Later, I went to town and opened a noodle stall. After making money, I rented a yard.

After earning more money, I bought a yard in the town.

After the accident, the parents of the Ye family were exiled and all valuables in the family were given to the owner. The three siblings had no choice but to move back to the old house in the village with their two children.

Fortunately, Father Ye and Mother Ye would take the time to repair the old house every year, and there was not much damage.

When the house was first built, it was not small because Yao Minzhi and his mother were to live there.

There are three main rooms on the mountainside, with the living room in the middle and bedrooms at both ends.

There are two wing rooms on the left, a kitchen on the right, and a partial bathroom next to it.

There is also a two-square-meter chicken shed under the two-meter-high mud courtyard wall in front.

Ye Nitang looked at the small courtyard of less than 60 square meters and felt sad. It would not be as fun as the end of the world.

She looked at Ye Qinghong and said, "I want to take a shower."

The original owner was fat and weak, and could not carry water at all.

It was Ye Qinghong who fetched water for her to wash up.

She can't change too much.

"You go get the clothes, and I'll fetch water." Ye Qinghong went to the kitchen without hesitation, picked out a pair of wooden buckets, and said to Ye Langlang, "Watch your sister, I'll be here in a minute."

"Uncle, go quickly. My sister and I are playing outside in the yard."

Ye Langlang took Ye Jingjue and followed his uncle out.

Ye Nitang entered the room in the upper corner of the left wing. There were two beds, a double-door cabinet, and a wooden box.

It is the bedroom of the original owner and his fifteen-year-old sister Ye Kuangyan.

She looked at the space intently, thinking "enter", but there was no reaction at all.

"No way, the space can't be entered?"

But the previous life was unobstructed.

Ye Nitang took out the things in the space and put them back in surprise.

Then put things in and take them out of the house.

Objects can come in and out easily, but she can't go in.

Why? Recognize people in space?

She pinched her fat belly. Could it be that the space was based on appearance?

Ye Nitang couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it.

She walked to the cabinet and took out a set of fat cross-collar coarse cloth skirt.

A few large pieces of rough cloth made Ye Nitang want to throw them into the stove and burn them.

"Sister, I poured the water into the tub."

Ye Qinghong's voice sounded in the courtyard, and then the sound of the courtyard door closing was heard.

Ye Nitang walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He looked at the low stool next to the wooden basin and smiled lightly.

The brother of the original owner is quite considerate.

She sat on the stool and began to scrub her 200-pound body.

She had used up both buckets of water, and her body was still sticky.

She took out two more buckets of well water from the spatial spiritual spring well and washed them from beginning to end. She didn't stop until there was no sour smell in her hair.