bookrandom Chapter 160 My nephew is not bad.
Chapter 160 My nephew is not bad.
"That's strange, why are there suddenly so many refugees?"
On the oxcart, a young wife muttered something, which immediately started Gu Laosan talking non-stop.
“I inquired outside the city and found out that they were people from the Western Rong border. They said that things are very chaotic in the Western Rong Kingdom now, and people often cross the border to kill, burn, and plunder in our Eastern Xu Kingdom.”
"The drought over there is even worse than in our Qingyang County. Those people outside the city are all people who fled to Qingyang County because they couldn't survive on the border."
"I heard that troops were sent, but the Western Rong people retreated back to the Western Rong. We can't find any evidence, so we can't send troops to punish them. It's just a stalemate."
Upon hearing about the conflict between the two countries, some people asked, "Could it be that war is about to break out?"
"I don't know, there's a possibility of fighting." Old Gu shook his head.
Yang Fenglan and Xu Yingying exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.
During this period, they also tried their best to remind the villagers to stock up on food to cope with the drought. Some people did not believe them, and some did not have the money.
Some stubborn individuals even accused them of exaggerating the dangers of the situation.
Yang Fenglan and the other woman said no more; they couldn't control what others did.
Going deep into the mountains not only allows one to escape disasters and man-made calamities, but also allows one to turn a blind eye to the disasters.
If you can't bear to see suffering and have no ability to help, you can only choose to stay out of trouble.
The oxcart entered the village, and Xu Yingying and Yang Fenglan went back to their respective homes.
Gu Laosan drove the oxcart to help Yang Fenglan deliver her things to her doorstep before going home.
Yang Fenglan leaned the two bags of beans against the wall and began processing the pork jerky she had bought.
First, cut it into thick slices, marinate it with scallion and ginger water to remove the fishy smell, and then add seasonings to continue marinating.
During the marinating process, Yang Fenglan started stewing the bones in a large pot.
Zhou Jingyi carried a bundle of firewood back and threw it into the kitchen.
During the two months he was bedridden, the firewood stored at home was almost completely burned.
"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Zhou Jingyi lifted the lid of the large pot, frowned when he saw the broken pork bones inside, and asked, "Gnaw on the bones?"
Yang Fenglan rolled her eyes. "It's as if I've always mistreated you. We're having hot pot today."
"What is hot pot?"
"It's about eating around the stove."
"Around the stove?" Zhou Jingyi glanced at the stove, and the image of him and his mother squatting on the stove, sticking their butts out to pick up food from inside flashed through his mind.
A chill ran down my spine. "Is it okay if we don't eat hot pot?"
"I'm already being kind by cooking for you, how dare you offer any criticism?"
Yang Fenglan gave him a cold look, and the boy hurriedly left the kitchen. "Mother, I'll go to the back mountain to chop some more firewood."
Yang Fenglan: ...
This kid, you might say he's slow-witted, but sometimes his reactions are pretty quick.
After the soup was simmered, Yang Fenglan used stones to make a small circle in front of the stove, found the earthenware pot, ladled in the broth and bones, and continued to simmer.
Make room in the big pot to cook rice.
The weather is hot, and leftover rice will spoil overnight, so I dare not steam too much and have to cook it fresh every day.
Xu Yingying arrived at the door as soon as the rice was steamed.
Yang Fenglan joked, "Your nose is really sharp."
"Hehe, if you're not enthusiastic about eating, something's wrong with your brain." Xu Yingying went to the cupboard to get a bowl. "Should I get my nephew's? Is he home?"
"He went to chop wood."
"So diligent?" Xu Yingying raised an eyebrow. "I think my nephew is getting better and better. Why do you always seem to complain about him?"
Why do you dislike it?
Yang Fenglan couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she probably knew about the child's bad habits.
For example, the same blind filial piety as the original owner—however, it has changed now.
For example, he might seem cheerful during the day, but at night he often misses his wife so much that he can't sleep.
I've been working in the mountains every day lately, so busy that I haven't had time to wander around. Otherwise, if I heard the gossip from the villagers, I would have cried for two or three days.
When Zhou Jingyi returned from the mountain, the two sisters were quietly chirping at him.
She immediately shut up when she saw him return.
Zhou Jingyi dropped the firewood and returned to the west room with a displeased expression.
Xu Yingying nudged Yang Fenglan with her shoulder, "My nephew seems unhappy, go and ask him what's wrong."