Han Xianglan, who was on the other end of the phone, tightened her heart, and her hand holding the phone doubled suddenly became sweaty. She stagnated for a while before she asked, "Qingyu, have you forgotten?"

"I don't remember it, have I fallen into the river?"

"...You fell into the big river between us and Hejiatun when you were twelve years old."

"Then how did I fall in?"

"You stood on the stone and said, there were red carp in the river, and then your feet slipped and fell into it..." Having said this, Han Xianglan suddenly felt a little chilled.

"Then isn't there anyone else next to me?"

Han Xianglan frowned tightly over there, "Qingyu, what do you want to say?"

"Mom, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that when I was eleven or twelve years old, a little girl pulled me to look at the carp in the river. As a result, she pushed me down from behind."

Han Xianglan's heart was beating. At that time, many people were washing clothes by the river. It was true that her daughter was standing alone on a big stone, then leaned forward, and said in her mouth where the red carp was, but she fell in the next second.

The river water in summer is particularly deep, but fortunately there are many people by the river, so she rescued her from all kinds of tricks.

"Did you dream about anything else?"

"No, I just had such a dream, so I want to ask you."

"Qingyu, did you just say that someone pushed you into the river?" Han Xianglan asked in a trembling voice from the other end of the phone.

Qiao Qingyu shook her head quickly, "No, I just had a dream. Didn't many people see me alone?"

Han Xianglan nodded softly, "Why did you suddenly have such a dream?"

"I don't know either, but it's a little blurry now. Mom, don't talk about this anymore. Do you have the money to spend now?" Qiao Qingyu hurriedly changed the topic.

"Why didn't there? The money you left me hasn't been spent yet."

"Then you spend it, buy whatever you should buy, and I will give it to you in the future."

"I know, I know, but I live in the village and there is no place to spend money." Then Han Xianglan added, "Besides, you sent us so many things some time ago, don't spend money like this in the future."

The older generation is like this. They are used to being frugal and are reluctant to spend money when they have money. She sent them the clothes, fabrics, towels and soap she brought back from Nangang City, and bought ten pairs of rain boots.

The road in the village is not good, so it is best to wear rain boots in summer.

When I went to the imperial capital, I wanted to buy some things for my parents to mail them, but before I could buy them, something happened to Meng Siqi, and then hurried back to Xichuan.

But there are many opportunities in the future.

After the autumn harvest, she was about to go back to the Qiao family brigade to live for a while.

The mother and the mother chatted a few more thoughtful words, and Qiao Qingyu pretended to be careless and asked, "Mom, after so many years, have you never thought about where your biological parents are? Do you want to find them?"

Han Xianglan didn't care about this issue at all. It should be that someone always asked her. She smiled and said, "It's been decades, and they left after selling me to Old Lady He. At that time, I was too young and didn't remember where to go to them."

"What if they come to find you?" Qiao Qingyu added carefully, "Mom, do you recognize them?"

"I sold me, why should I recognize them?"

"Do you have no impression of them?"

"No, I was sick and had a high fever at that time. It would be good to survive. How could I remember so much?"

It seems that Han Xianglan thinks that the two people who sold her should be her biological parents.

But now Qiao Qingyu doesn't know how to talk about the Wu family.

She said tentatively again, "Mom, do you think the parents in the world are so cruel? You must have been very cute when you were a child. How could they be willing to sell you? Maybe they were human traffickers who stole you from your biological parents and then sold you."

"Oh, someone said this to me decades ago, but now they can't find these two people, so I don't know what's going on."

"Does the old lady of the He family have no impression of those two people?"

"At that time, the war was in chaos. Old Mrs. He said, "How could she remember what those two people looked like long ago."

"Mom, if they come to recognize you in the future, don't pay attention to them or contact them alone."

Han Xianglan smiled, "What do you say, I am in my fifties. Even if they live, they are in their seventies or eighties. How could they still recognize me? I am not an official, I am just a rural woman. What's the use of recognizing me?"

"Why is it useless? You have a daughter. I will be very good in the future. I will tell you in advance. If someone catches a relative with you, you can report the case and never give him the opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Okay, I will never let them take advantage of my daughter." Han Xianglan said with a doting smile.

Qiao Qingyu laughed loudly.

"Mom, then let's do it for now. I'm relieved if you're good. I'm pretty good here, so you don't have to worry about it. We can't always take up the phone line. I'll call you when there's something wrong."

After the mother and the mother said a few more words, Qiao Qingyu hung up the phone.

Standing in the study, I thought that the old man and the old lady of the He family are alive now.

Perhaps it was because of their shame to He Shan. Although this was their only son, the old couple had been living in Hejiatun and occasionally went to the imperial capital and came back in a hurry.

I guess it was because I felt guilty, after all, I sold his son's favorite girl to someone else as a wife, and on the other hand, there was also the reason for Meng Siqi. Although the old lady of the He family did not say it, she still brought out her dissatisfaction with Meng Siqi and the regret of selling Han Xianglan back then.

Everyone in Hejiatun or Qiaojia Brigade knew that the old lady regretted her so much that her intestines were blushing.

Old Lady He, Qiao Qingyu, knew her. When she went to Hejiatun, the old lady secretly gave her bean bags to eat.

...

After resting at home for a day, Qiao Qingyu drove a tractor to take Xiaohu and Rongrong to the wasteland.

This place can no longer be called a wasteland. Thousands of silk hemp have bloomed and will reach maturity in another month.

Barley grass grows the best, and wild grass is the most tenacious plant that cannot be burned by wildfires and grows again after the spring breeze.

What's more, it's the excellent barley grass after cultivation.

Qiao Qingyu later threw a lot of straw mushrooms and oil mushroom blocks into the grass.

Regarding the mushrooms in this grass, she didn't say she would let her pick them, nor did she not let them pick them.

She turned a blind eye because she had no choice. If she could pick it casually, she would probably have been flattened.

If you don’t talk about her, Lao Qian would cry with pain.

Therefore, some people occasionally pick some mushrooms quietly, and just think they can’t see them.
Chapter completed!