The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The cloth banners of Sihai Restaurant were fluttering in the wind. The bright red characters had long since faded under the wind and sun, becoming thin and gray, so faint that the characters were almost unrecognizable.

Tang Si held a brand new roll of cloth with red characters on a yellow background in his arms. He replaced the old one and tied the new one on. When the breeze blew, the cloth fluttered in the wind.

"Oh, Tang Si spent a lot of money today."

"Sister Juan is making fun of me, but is my young master here?"

"Yes. You are like a monkey, what are you doing in the backyard with a bunch of kids?"

Chang Juan smiled and put the cut braised meat into a plate, then put the plate on a tray and had it brought into the house.

At this time, a boy of about four or five years old ran out of the restaurant and bumped into Tang Si. Behind the boy were five or six little kids covered in dirt, each holding a handful of dirt in their hands. When they saw that Tang Si didn't move after bumping into him, they threw the dirt in their hands onto the boy.

"Oh, little ancestors, don't dare. There is a difference between master and servant, and he is the master." Tang Si hurriedly separated the people. It was too late, and the boy was covered with dirt by the children.

A little girl about three years old with tear marks on her face came out from the house. When she saw Tang Si, she cried out "wow".

She pointed at the boy and complained, "Fourth Uncle, my brother bullied me, please avenge me."

Tang Si looked at the little girl with red and green paint on her face, who looked like a tabby cat, and tried hard not to laugh out loud.

Chang Juan kept shaking her head outside the door. These kids would not stop until they came up with something new every day. Yesterday, they cut the coat of Lancao's eldest son into strips, dyed each strip in a different color, and tied one on each person's head. Qingyun, who came to look for them, slapped their palms one by one.

It's been less than a day and he's already in trouble again. He really has no patience at all.

The diners in the restaurant all knew that these two were Magistrate Tang's children, but they still laughed regardless. The little girl cried even more sadly when she saw this.

Tang Si had no choice but to put on a stern face and scold him, "Fifteen, how dare you bully your sister? Be careful or your mother will beat you up."

Fifteen made a face and ran away. Tang Si had no choice but to pick up the little girl and coax her, "Xiao Yue, be good. Uncle Si will help you wash. We are still beautiful little girls."

Tang Si sighed. The couple was so busy that they gave the two children to him and Qinghong. Qinghong was in such a state that he had no choice but to leave her at home to help Nanny Jiang make all kinds of food for the children while taking care of the second wife who was about to give birth.

He was a guard, but he became the leader of the children, playing with them at the ferry every day. In the past two days, he had something to do and handed them over to Li Jiyi, and two troubles broke out in the past two days.

Ouch, what a headache.

When he returned home in the evening, he saw Tang San who had just finished his shift at the yamen and started to complain, "Keep your kid in check. Look at how he painted the girl's face to look like a cat."

Xiaoyue pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Fourth Uncle, you can't lie. It wasn't Brother Zhuzi who drew it. It was Brother Shiwu who drew it."

Tang Si was embarrassed. Tang San glared at him and turned away.

In the main room, Jiang Muxia was scolding Fifteen. Looking at her lazy son, she was filled with rage.

"Stand still. Tell me, how did you bully your sister? Do you act like a brother?"

The little guy looked unconvinced, raised his head and looked directly at her, and asked, "Mom, what is a brother?"

"You..." Jiang Muxia was stunned by his question. She couldn't catch her breath, and her eyes were full of stars. She quickly held her waist and covered her chest with her hands.

Nanny Jiang appeared in time to help out. She smiled and winked at the boy. He slowly backed away and slipped out when Jiang Muxia wasn't paying attention.

She wanted to go out and chase after him, but was stopped by Nanny Jiang.

"Madam, he is very naughty at his age. He is out of control. My second son was even more naughty than him when he was his age. He always made Madam very angry. Only the eldest son can control him."

"Mammy..." Jiang Muxia stretched out her voice, "You're spoiling him again. If you don't care about him now, what will happen when he grows up?"

Nanny Jiang smiled and replied, "Can you control him? Although the child is young, he knows his limits. If you don't believe me, just try it out."

Jiang Muxia followed her finger and walked slowly to the door. Under the light, her son was holding his sister's hand and teaching her how to do horse stance. He gave her instructions and corrections from time to time. Although the little girl was unstable, she held on with a tense face and gritted her teeth.

"Sister, spread your legs a little and move your center of gravity forward so you won't get tired. Yes, yes, that's it. Sister, you are so smart..."

Jiang Muxia was very relieved when she saw the brother and sister taking care of each other and helping each other, and her anger disappeared immediately.

At night, the couple lay in bed. Tang Zhongbai put his ear to her belly, listening to the movements inside, feeling the little person inside moving from time to time. He was touched and worried.

Five years ago, the birth of his son put his wife in a coma for more than half a month, so he decided not to have another child.

But Jiang Muxia had to give birth to three children. Looking at her determined face, he knew he couldn't beat her.

Fortunately, the birth of my daughter went smoothly and the baby was born safely in less than an hour.

His third baby was about to be born, and his heart was about to be lifted again.

Jiang Muxia felt his heart beating faster and faster, and gently placed her hand on his cheek, saying softly: "I want to be with you until we grow old together, and I want to see our grandchildren being born."

Tang Zhongbai helped her cover the quilt, held her in his arms, and said with a faint smile: "Yes, we will not only see our grandchildren being born, but also our great-grandchildren being born. Our descendants will flourish on this land, and they will be proud when they mention their grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-grandparents."

"Ah."

In the dark night, he listened to the even breathing of the person in his arms, touched her bulging belly, and whispered as usual: "Little guy, you have to be obedient. When your mother gave birth to you, be good and don't let your mother suffer, okay?"

Her belly bulged a little, as if in response to him.

Tang Zhongbai lightly clapped his hands on the bulge, taking it as his response.

The soft and fragrant person in his arms curled up the corners of her lips, turned over, snuggled into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

It's the sweet scent of osmanthus again. Jiang Muxia and Tang Zhongbai are rarely together at home to rest. The school is on holiday, and Tang Encheng stays at home to help his mother take care of his younger brothers and sisters.

In a year, the naughty little fifteen became like a mature little adult, teaching his sister martial arts. When his little brother in the cradle woke up, he would lie beside the cradle and coax his crying little brother.

The couple were happy to be at leisure, sitting in the yard drinking tea and chatting.

In six years, Jiang Muxia paid for it, Tang Zhongbai worked hard, and Xu Zao led the team to dig ten drought-proof wells for every village in the county. Stone slab roads and rivers were built between villages. The river extended from the west of the county to the easternmost end of the county to the Dongjiang River, and a dam was built at the end of the river.

Water is used for irrigation during drought and for flood discharge during flood.

Most of the money Jiang Muxia earned from cotton cloth, dyed cloth, grain, and fruits and vegetables over the years was used to improve people's livelihood in the county. During every festival, the grateful people would spontaneously place food and daily necessities at the door of the Tang family.

Tang Zhongbai had no choice but to have the things delivered to the orphanage in the north of the city.

In the autumn of the 20th year of Yuanhe, a letter came from the capital that Mrs. Tang, who had always been in good health, was critically ill, so Tang Zhongbai had to return to Beijing.