Li Qiniang hugged Wanyan Xuehuai and went to hug Xiaoman again. Xiaoman's face was wet and full of tears.

"It's very messy outside. You are still so young. You are a kid. Where do you want to go? What if you encounter a kid?"

Li Qiniang was heartbroken, Yan Xuehuai sneered and said sinisterly: "I heard that someone specializes in stealing children, toxic and hoarse children, chop off their hands and feet, kneel on the street and begging, and get a lot of money every day."

Li Qiniang felt the little body in her arms tremble. She was about to tell her daughter not to say anything else, but she scared the child, but she heard her precious daughter continue to say, "Have you heard of the little waiter? The little waiter likes to buy a baby chicken like you..."

"Sister Huai! The more you talk, the more you become, the less sensible it." Li Qiniang stopped Yan Xuehuai and said to Xiaoman in a gentle tone, "Xiaoman, what your sister means is that someone will catch a child and kill him, and sell it as chicken for people to eat."

Yan Xuehuai laughed out loud, afraid that Li Qiniang would say to her, so she hurriedly covered her mouth. Xiaoman might not be able to understand what she said, but Xiaoman must understand what you said, which of us is more scary.

Xiaoman was indeed scared. He stared at Li Qiniang blankly. After a while, he said, "Auntie, I won't run away. Don't send me back. I eat very little. I only eat one meal a day. I can write and work. I will work for you. Please, don't send me back, please."

The little boy has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are clearly black and white, and are not stained with dust.

Li Qiniang softened her heart. She sighed and said, "Anyone who is a mother cannot see the child suffering. Okay, you can live in first. If you have one more, you won't be poor. Don't say that you have a meal in the future. Auntie doesn't lack food and drink here. Also, you are still a child and you can do whatever work you can do. Your sister doesn't work, and you don't have to do it."

Yan Xuehuai rolled her eyes and said that I was not working anymore, and I was still peeling eggs.

Li Qiniang took Xiaoman's hand and said, "Let's go and meet Mrs. Ye. This is Mrs. Ye's house. You must live here in the future. You must agree to Mrs. Ye. Remember to be polite when you see Mrs. Ye..."

Seeing Li Qiniang taking Xiaoman out of the house, Yan Xuehuai stamped her feet. Was this child of unknown origin just left behind?

At first, Li Qiniang was worried that Mrs. Ye would not agree. Picking up a child and taking in it was different after all.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Ye agreed without saying a word. She said to Xiaoman: "It is your fate that you can meet them, like my grandson, and you are blessed."

Although Xiaoman is young, his every move is normal. Mrs. Ye is knowledgeable and can tell at first that the child is from a wealthy family. Li Qiniang talks about Xiaoman's life experience. Mrs. Ye sighs: "Where has your grandmother gone? Could it be that she saw the turbulent situation and was worried that she would be dragged down by you, so she fled with her coffin book?"

Mo Yu felt that the old lady was unspeakable and hurriedly said, "Look at what you said, grandmothers can't leave their families and leave their own business. There must be something else, but children can't explain it clearly."

Mrs. Ye sneered: "Why can't it be? Their family originally gave up their ancestral property and fled to Xinjing. When they arrived here, they had no family property. They only had gold, silver and fine materials in their hands. All their sons and grandchildren were dead, and there was only one daughter-in-law and a concubine. Ask the child, can his grandmother get close to him on weekdays?"

Li Qiniang couldn't bear it. She knew that Mrs. Ye had no malice, but it was inevitable that she would be cruel to say such words to a child. She was about to smooth things over, but she heard Xiaoman say softly: "Grandma and I are not close to me, but just asked me to copy scriptures, copy a lot, and pray for my father and brother."

"Listen, what I said is right? If your biological father and mother are still alive, even if your brother is still there, you will go home. But now, it's better not to go back to your home."

Mrs. Ye calmed down and Xiaoman stayed.

In the evening, Wu Jie and Wu Rui started to work, and used the wood removed from the old furniture in the mansion to order a small bed. Seeing that the small bed was quite strong, Li Qiniang smiled at Xiaoman and said, "Let's go and buy you a new bed. This bed is very strong. Go and thank you two brothers."

Xiaoman bowed obediently and clasped his fists like a little adult: "Xiaoman thanked Brother Wujie and Brother Wu Rui."

Wu Rui was the youngest, and even the pearls and agate later were older than him. This was the first time someone called his brother. He immediately became happy and pulled Xiaoman away: "Let's go, I'll make you a bamboo dragonfly."

In the evening, Xiaoman ate a large bowl of chicken soup wontons made by Li Qiniang. After eating, he looked at the casserole. Lu Ying'er couldn't bear it and served him another bowl. Li Qiniang was worried that he would accumulate food, so she gave him two big hawthorn meatballs.

From this day on, the Persimmon Hutong became happy because of the extra child. The depression caused by not being able to go out was also swept away.

Li Qiniang has a new goal in her life, and she wants to raise Xiaoman to be fat and fat.

Seeing Li Qiniang making delicious food in different ways, Yan Xuehuai sighed: "The No. 2 breeding plan was officially launched."

Lu Ying'er didn't understand and asked, "No. 2? What is that No. 1?"

Yan Xuehuai pointed at her nose: "No. 1 is me, and it has been successful, so my mother started to launch the No. 2 plan."

Well, Lu Ying'er still didn't understand, but she was used to it. There were eight out of ten sentences that the young master said.

Xiaoman is indeed likable. Li Qiniang cooks in the stove, so he sits on a small bench and peels on a small bench, and is not picky about food. He looks gentle and gentle when eating, but he can eat a lot every time. For a chef, there is nothing more gratifying than seeing a CD.

Mrs. Ye couldn't go out to set up a tea stall anymore, and her grandson was in the yamen again and could not see it at any time, so she simply asked Mo Yu to call Xiaoman over.

Xiaoman's handwriting is well written and he knows many words, but for some reason, he has not read a few books, which makes Mrs. Ye frown. After asking, she realized that Xiaoman was five years old and studied with her brother when she was in the old Beijing. After his brother died, he came to Xinjing, and no one taught him to read. His handwriting was learned by copying scriptures.

The books that his son Ouyang Zan had read since childhood were kept as treasures. Originally, she wanted to keep them for her grandson, so she could train a Tanhualang, and maybe she could also train a top scholar.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Ye was unable to participate in her grandson's childhood. Although Fusheng was also studying, he must have no intention of taking the imperial examination.
Chapter completed!