After Xia Jing said what she wanted to say, she turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

Before she stepped out of the hospital, she suddenly turned around and said quietly: "Just just for Qiao Xiang and Qiao Yu."

Xia Zhao quickly picked up the banknotes on the table and raised them to Xia Jing's back.

"Who cares about your stinky money?"

"Get out with your stinky money!"

Xia Jing glanced at Xia Zhi and his son indifferently, leaving the courtyard with a confident look as if she was a winner in life.

Xia Zhi squatted down slowly and picked up the bills after bill on the ground.

Xia Zhao was so angry that he snatched the money from Xia Zhi's hand.

"No picking up!"

Xia Zhi looked up with tears on his face, looked at Xia Zhao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Zhao, go and accompany Xia Tian."

"Mom, is she your sister?"

Xia Zhi reached out and hugged Xia Zhao, as if he wanted to draw strength to compete with the world from his son.

"Xiao Zhao, she is not my sister." Xia Zhi hugged Xia Zhao's small body and said with a choking voice: "You and Xiao Tian are the last relatives of mothers in this world."

When my grandparents were there, Xia Zhi thought they were her relatives.

Later, grandparents passed away, and Xia Zhi had no relatives in this world.

But now it’s different. Her Xia Zhao, Xia Tian, ​​is also her relative.

Regardless of their father, Xia Zhao and Xia Tian are just her children.

"Mom, Xiaotian and I will always be with you."

"Don't be afraid, and don't leave us behind."

"Mom, Xiaotian and I don't want to be orphans."

There were a little tears flashing in Xia Zhi's eyes. She reached out and gently stroked Xia Zhao's face, and said softly: "How could you be orphans? You have me! I will be with you."

She was once cowardly, once fearful, once desperate, and once helpless.

But now, she won't.

She has experienced the darkest days of her life.

From then on, her world was bright.

After Ye Linlang came back from Xia Zhi's house, he went straight to the stone mill in the backyard.

Chen Xuelan and Ye Linlang are cooperating with each other to grind beans.

Qiao Ci also wanted to help, but after she walked around for a few times, she became dizzy.

Qiao Ci is like this, not to mention Tong Jiaojiao, who has never seen even a stone mill.

Put soybeans into the soybeans in the grind, add water to grind them into soy milk.

The slightly yellow soy milk flowed into the grinding ditch below through the small canal on the stone mill, and finally into a wooden barrel.

"Aunt Lan, I'll do it."

Seeing that Chen Xuelan was sweating profusely, Ye Linlang volunteered to take a wooden stick from Chen Xuelan's hand, supported the stone mill, and pushed the stone mill and rotated it.

There are several types of stone mills, both large and small.

Some millstones and grinders use water as power, while others use horses, cows or snails.

The stone mill is a bit heavy for Ye Linlang's age.

After grinding for a few rounds, Qiao Nian sent Ye Linlang to cook the pot and make some soy milk later.

"Linlang, I'll help you."

Tong Jiaojiao, who has lived in Zijing City since she was a child, was attracted by the atmosphere of life here as soon as she arrived in the imperial capital.

Although she couldn't help, she kept following Ye Linlang and attacking Ye Linlang.

"Linlang, are we going to make tofu later?"

Ye Linlang nodded while washing the iron pot, "Yes, you have to make not only tofu, but also tofu."

She just saw Chen Xuelan clean the wooden box used to press tofu and put it by the well to bask in the sun.

"Are the tofu sweet? Or salty?" Tong Jiaojiao asked curiously before she had eaten it.
Chapter completed!