Chapter 1398 My Niece Met Her Uncle

It is true that she is an elder sister, not a younger sister.

It's been a while since things happened.

At that time, Ji Chundong had just been adopted by his adoptive father, and the two fathers and sons depended on each other. Although their life was not miserable, it was still rather slovenly because there was no hostess in the family.

Fortunately, Ji Chundong was already sensible at that time. The eleven-year-old child could wash and cook by himself, and he could also mend the torn robe of his adoptive father.

But we certainly shouldn’t expect too much from a child’s craftsmanship, and Ji Nanzheng himself didn’t care. So many times, when he went to court, the civil and military officials saw that he was such a great master, living like a beggar, and still wearing the same clothes. Patched court clothes.

Later, when Ji Chundong heard about it, he felt uncomfortable. He was born with supernatural powers and was good at fighting bravely, but he was not made to be an embroiderer. He was really bad at holding needles, but the child didn't know that, so he felt that he couldn't help. My adoptive father was so busy that he was very decadent and listless all day long.

In order to appease him, his adoptive father told him about other people in the family. "Your mother doesn't know how to embroider. She is a young girl who has been around snakes, insects, rats and ants since she was a child. She can handle needles, but she uses them to bleed poisonous spiders. And the child Xia Qiu, although she is only four years old , but she is a girl after all. Have you ever seen any girl learn to pee standing up from a boy? And also follow the example of a boy?

Who can pee further? It’s really...it’s okay not to mention it, not to mention it. "

Ji Chundong was quite fascinated by what he heard. This time, he also learned that he had a foster mother and a foster sister.

But now, Liu Wei's words echoed in my ears. Sister and sister are completely different. Where is the smart, lively and cute little sister that I promised?

Sister's words...

He doesn't know what a sister is.

But I always feel that my sister must be dignified, calm, generous and decent, and peeing while standing up has nothing to do with it. Liu Wei listened to Ji Chundong's rather aggrieved account of having a younger sister in detail. After listening to it, she understood: "When your father left home, your sworn sister was still very young, and she should be only four or five years old." We haven't seen each other for many years. In his memory, your sworn sister is not the only one who looked like she was four years old.

If you ask him now, he will only remember your sworn sister when she was four years old. Is she only four years old now? "

Ji Chundong was a little shocked, but he still didn't want to believe it and looked at Liu Wei stubbornly: "How do you know? Uncle Zhu hasn't spoken yet."

The white-haired old man waved his hand: "If it is a child named Xia Qiu who was born to a Miao girl, Liu Wei will indeed know better than me, because that is her mother."

Ji Chundong: "..."

Liu Wei chuckled lightly, slightly cupped her hands towards the stunned Ji Chundong, and said: "If we haven't admitted our mistake, then my niece has met her uncle."

Ji Chundong: "………………"

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evening.

There is a dilapidated Zhongkui Temple in the outskirts of Xijin County. This temple was once very popular, but a thunderstorm many years ago destroyed most of the temple. The temple priests could not find the money to repair it, so the temple fell into disuse.

Ji Nanzheng looked at the statue of Zhong Kui full of vicissitudes of life, and could still vaguely remember the grand occasion of this temple many years ago. He sighed, patted the head of the big wolf beside him, and said: "There is still half a day to go, so I will rest here tonight." Bar."

The white wolf crouched unsteadily under the statue of Zhong Kui, found a relatively dry place, picked up the hay on the ground, and looked at its owner again.

Ji Nanzheng walked over, sat on the ground, and leaned lightly on the white wolf's back.

There was no food outside the mountains and fields, so the old man took out a few cold pancakes, ate half of them himself, and gave the rest to the white wolf.

It was getting late and the night was cool. Ji Nanzheng looked at the horizon and frowned slightly: "I'm afraid it's going to rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the drizzle of rain really started to fall.

Xijin County is surrounded by poor people. A sudden heavy rain fell suddenly before nightfall. Not long after, several waves of people came into the small Zhongkui Temple.

The first person who came in was a farmer carrying a bamboo basket. Seeing that there were already people in the temple, the farmer nodded politely to the old man and said honestly: "I also want to take advantage of the quietness of the mountains these two days to pick up more firewood." I went to the market to sell, but unexpectedly the rain almost got the firewood wet."

The old man gave up the seat next to him and called the farmer to come and sit.

The farmer looked at the big blue-eyed wolf beside him and shook his head in horror.

The old man didn't force himself. After watching the farmer sit down in a corner not far from him, he began to close his eyes and meditate.

Then a hunter came in, carrying two pheasant carcasses in his hands. When he first entered the temple, he didn't look at the person first, but instead noticed the big wolf with a thick head.

The old man opened his eyes in time, patted the old man under him who was about to move, and said to Orion: "It's raining heavily outside, master, do you want to sit over here?"

The hunter stared at the wolf with shining eyes, and knew that the wolf recognized his master. He hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I will leave as soon as the rain stops. Don't worry about it, old man."

The last person who came in was a beggar. This beggar was dirty and smelly, and his hair was all in clumps. He came in most casually and didn't say hello to anyone. He casually found a corner, lay down and fell asleep after a while. He also snored.

The snoring was really loud. The good-tempered farmer didn't say anything, but the hunter, who was still holding a machete in his hand, had an opinion: "Can you please keep it down? The rain is already annoying enough, and I have to listen to your teeth-grinding snoring." !”

The beggar clearly heard what he said, but not only did he not restrain himself, he also hit louder.

Orion suddenly stood up, grabbed the machete and went over to settle the score.

The farmer got busy and acted as peacemaker: "It's all to avoid the rain. Brother, calm down, calm down."

The hunter was still uncomfortable, but he didn't lose his temper at the farmer. He sat down again and began to speak abruptly: "Some people are just mean-spirited and have good hands and feet. They can't do anything. They have to beg for a living. I don't know. Why did his parents give birth to him, just to embarrass him?"

The farmer looked embarrassed. The beggar over there stopped pretending to be asleep. He sat up and asked, "Who are you scolding?"

Orion glared over: "I scolded you, what?"

The beggar picked up the bricks beside him, stood up and walked towards the hunter.

Orion held the machete and walked towards him.

The two were on the verge of a fight, but the farmer couldn't stop him in time. He hurriedly shouted to the old man who had never said a word under the statue of Zhong Kui: "Old sir, please advise them. They just met by chance, so don't worry." It’s killing people.”

The old man who was leaning against Bai Lang slowly raised his eyes, his slightly white pupils seemed cloudy. He didn't speak, but looked at the three of them and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

When he stood, his movements were very slow, and the three people who were not giving in to each other stopped their confrontation and all turned their heads to look at him. The old man sighed, supported the statue of Zhong Kui, and asked a little weakly: "When did the weak muscles disperse?"