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

"That little brat Ye Xianzong, how dare you say such things in front of your children!"

Ye Qinghong's anger could not be suppressed.

He hugged Ye Langlang and said in a hoarse voice, "Langlang, don't listen to other people's nonsense.

Even if uncle sells himself, he will never sell you.

From now on, if someone says something like this again, he must tell his uncle and his uncle will beat him. "

Listening to the conversation between the two, murderous intent flashed in Ye Nitang's eyes.

Ye's father's biological mother died of illness when he was eight years old.

Soon after, the original owner's grandfather married Xue, a widow from the same village.

Mrs. Xue brought a daughter and gave birth to two sons to the original owner's grandfather.

From then on, Father Ye lived the life of an old scalper.

After the family fled here, they still clung to Ye's father like leeches.

He drank a lot of blood but did nothing.

Ye Xianzong is the son of Ye Jiakang, the youngest son of the original owner's grandfather and Mr. Xue.

It is really vicious for a ten-year-old boy to say such words.

"it is good."

Ye Langlang listened to his uncle's words and nodded.

He glanced at Ye Nitang timidly, as if hoping she would give a guarantee as well.

Ye Nitang knelt down and raised his hands, "I swear, I won't sell you.

When Yao Minzhi returns our family's money, I will break up with him.

I will never find a stepfather for you in the future. "

Although the little guy was only three and a half years old, she could tell that he was very precocious.

He should understand what she said.

Sure enough, Ye Langlang's gloomy eyes lit up instantly, as if they were falling into the stars.

The clean little face is as beautiful as a carefully crafted work of art.

Ye Nitang was curious about the color of the man who had been bred, and how good his genes were.

"Mom, I love you!"

Ye Langlang suddenly hugged Ye Nitang's legs.

The longing for maternal love in his eyes made Ye Nitang's heart tremble.

In my previous life, I lived to be in my thirties just to survive and had no time to fall in love.

Now that I am more than ten years younger and have a pair of ready-made children, I am quite economical about details.

She rubbed Ye Langlang's head and held it in for a long time before saying, "Mom loves you too."

"Haha, I knew my mother didn't hate us,"

Ye Langlang couldn't help laughing, turned around and ran towards Ye Juejue.

"Sister, mother loves us, she says she loves us."

Ye Qinghong looked at his innocent smiling face, the sadness between his brows faded a little, and smiled at Ye Nitang, "Let's eat."

For dinner, he cooked corn porridge with a handful of chopped vegetables and a lot of minced meat.

The original taste without any pollution, with the aroma of green grass.

Ye Nitang ate two bowls, and Ye Qinghong fed Ye Jingjue first before eating his own meal.

After the meal, he had just boiled hot water when Mrs. Wu, who lived in front of them, came with her little grandson.

Ye Juejue is a girl, and Ye Qinghong wants to avoid suspicion and cannot give her a bath.

Every day Mrs. Wu comes to bathe and wash her hair.

Her grandson's name is Yang Zhu'er. He is a ten-year-old boy, tanned by the sun, but very active.

After arriving, he took Ye Langlang out, and Ye Qinghong also followed him out, setting up the remaining cucumber shelves while it was still dark.

In the yard, Mrs. Wu stripped Ye Juejue naked and bathed her in a big wooden basin.

Seeing Ye Nitang not far away, holding Ye Juejue's clothes, she smiled kindly.

"Tang'er, your brother is only over ten years old. It's not easy to manage a big family.

You, please help him more. No matter how hard the days are, as long as the whole family works together, they will get through it. "

Seeing that Ye Juejue was not trembling, Ye Nitang quietly took a few steps forward.

"Grandma Wu, I have seen clearly the true face of Yao Minzhi, a hypocrite, and I will not be stupid again in the future."

"Oh, I really didn't expect that the Yao family is so cruel." Mrs. Wu said angrily.

When Yao Minzhi and his parents first came here and had no money to build a house, they even stayed in her house for more than half a year.

She didn't see their human-like appearance.

"I will make him pay the price." Ye Nitang said lightly.

Seeing that Ye Juejue had finished washing, he handed over the clothes.

"Woo..." The little girl burst into tears and lay tightly in Mrs. Wu's arms, shaking all over.

"Jingjue, be good, grandma will dress you, don't be afraid!"

Mrs. Wu hugged her and coaxed her softly,

"Jingjue, that's your mother. She's gotten better. She won't scare you anymore."

Mrs. Wu coaxed her while putting on her clothes.

Ye Nitang scratched his head uncomfortably. This child was frightened and mentally ill.

However, after the mosquito bites on her body disappeared, there were still quite a few gray marks left behind.

Unfortunately, the mosquito repellent in her space was not available.

Dong Dong, the courtyard door rang.

Yang Zhuer shouted loudly: "Nai, Jingjie, have you washed it?"

Hearing the excitement in his eager tone, Ye Nitang guessed that they had discovered the peach tree.

"What are you shouting for?" Mrs. Wu led Ye Juejue, who was fully dressed, toward the courtyard gate. "If you scare Juejue, see if I don't beat you!"

Ye Nitang opened the door first, and what he saw was a red peach as big as one pound.

The faint peach fragrance spreads, tempting people to drool.

"Oh, this is a peach? Why is the peach red?"

Mrs. Wu looked at the two big hearts in her grandson's hand with a surprised look on her face.

"Because I'm greedy, I picked the biggest one for you."

Yang Zhuer gave the big peach to Mrs. Wu, broke off a piece of his peach and gave it to Ye Juejue.

The little girl didn't refuse, she took the peach and ate it slowly.

Ye Langlang, who was standing behind Yang Zhuer, carried a big red peach with the hem of his clothes and brought it to Ye Nitang, "Mother, let's eat it for you."

"Tang'er, look how well-behaved Langlang is," Mrs. Wu praised Ye Langlang quickly when she saw how sensible she was. "We women are better off with good children than anything else. You must treat your two children better in the future."

"Well, I listen to Grandma Wu."

Ye Nitang took the peach and struggled to break open the two halves. The flesh inside was as bright red as blood, which made her mouth water.

She gave half to Ye Langlang and said with a showy face, "Let's eat together."

"Thank you, mother," the little guy held the peach, smiling as if he had eaten honey, and then pulled Yang Zhu'er, "Uncle Zhu'er, let's go call Grandpa Yang!"

"Just don't go, I'll call him myself." After Yang Zhuer finished speaking, Chi Liu ran away.

Mrs. Wu was puzzled, "Langlang, why do you call you Grandpa Yang?"

"Uncle said that the peaches on the tree are all red, and he asked Grandpa Yang to come and take a look."

"All red?"

Mrs. Wu couldn't believe it. This morning when she came to fetch water from behind, the peaches on the tree were still green.

Ye Nitang's eyes flashed with guilt. She had overdosed on the spiritual spring water and there was nothing she could do.

It's not good, just pick all the peaches and hide them.

She followed Mrs. Wu to the peach tree. Yang Zhuer's father Yang Dashan, mother Huang, and thirteen-year-old sister Yang He'er also ran over.

Looking at the red peaches on the tree, everyone was astonished.

Ye Nitang looked around and saw the grave of the original owner's grandfather on the hill not far away, and instantly had an excuse.

"Could it be that my father changed his mind and helped us after seeing how miserable we were?"

"It's possible," Yang Dashan, a tall man with a simple and honest face, nodded in agreement after hearing Ye Nitang's words.

"Uncle Ye sees the suffering of his grandchildren every day, so he should bless them."

The ancients were all superstitious, and with his words, several others believed it.

Only Ye Qinghong frowned. If nothing happened at home, he might have been admitted to Tongsheng.

Zi Buyu said that the strange power was confusing, and he did not believe that this was the cause of the death.

Yang He'er is a pretty little girl, just like her mother, with a cheerful temperament.

When she saw everyone gathered around the peach tree to study it, she said, "Who cares, let's pick the peaches and sell them."

Ye Nitang hurriedly swallowed the peach flesh in his mouth and said quickly: "Yes, pick it now and send it to the town early tomorrow."

If it continues to grow, the peach will probably turn into a watermelon.