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On this journey, none of them had slept well, but now they finally had warm beds. That night, they dove into their blankets and slept soundly. The next day, when they woke up, it was already two in the afternoon.
After waking up, the four of them were extremely hungry, especially Li Ming, who pouted and stared eagerly at Li Yan. That little expression made Li Yan's heart ache. Zhou Miao looked at his wife and thought that if she showed that expression every day, it would definitely be cuter than that brat Li Ming!
Li Yan took out the twenty steamed buns he bought yesterday and prepared a dish of shredded potatoes with green peppers, along with scrambled eggs with tomatoes and crucian carp tofu soup. Li Ming seemed to be starving; his big watery eyes were fixed on the steaming crucian carp soup. Li Yan teased him by moving the bowl from left to right, causing the little boy's head to shake back and forth.
"Brother." The child was annoyed by the teasing, his little mouth pouting in grievance, with an indescribably pitiful look in his eyes. That obedient and pleading appearance made Li Yan feel a rush of warmth.
Damn it, he had become soft-hearted again! Li Yan dared not tease him anymore; it was he who couldn't help himself. Just then, Zhou Miao and Yu Tian entered the living room. Zhou Miao's sly eyes quickly figured out what was happening, and he couldn't help but laugh mischievously.
Twenty steamed buns and three dishes were devoured in no time. After eating their fill, the four of them just sat around chatting lazily, feeling an indescribable sense of relaxation. This kind of feeling was impossible to have in the city; although things hadn't escalated to chaos yet, the tense atmosphere could still be felt even while hiding at home. Moreover, the city was becoming increasingly unsafe; beggars no longer asked for alms but directly committed burglary. Although it wasn't reported on television, there were signs of it online.
Since entering Xinfeng Town, their hearts gradually felt at ease. Perhaps it was psychological, but they felt that the weather here wasn't as cold as in the city.
Because Li Yan had lived here before, they didn't need to buy much for the house; they just took out a few extra blankets from their storage space along with some heaters. The rural areas here didn't have central heating or anything like that; even air conditioners had to be bought in town. At that time, Li Yan thought they would return to the city anyway, so he didn't install an air conditioner. Now he regretted that decision. Fortunately, among the items Old Master Zhou sent over were three high-power heaters and electric blankets, making it not so cold at night.
Li Yan took out a lot of things from storage: big items like refrigerators and small ones like needles and threads. He also brought out ten bags of rice and put some frozen meat and dumplings in the refrigerator. Once again, he thanked Zhou Miao for his reminder back then; that money hadn't been wasted. He calculated that even if they faced continuous disasters like this, the four of them could live without worry for at least three years. Looking back now, he realized it was a bit impulsive to buy so much all at once.
With nothing else to do, Yu Tian tidied up their belongings, making the house feel full and cozy. Since they drove into the village, there was no way to park inside; the yard gate wasn't very big, so they parked outside.
A few days later, it was almost New Year's Eve. In the past, villagers would find someone knowledgeable to write couplets on red paper with a brush pen; however, now that people were better off, most bought ready-made ones. But things were different now; couplets and auspicious decorations were ridiculously expensive. Everyone was a farmer who worked hard with their hands from dawn till dusk—who would spend so much money on these things?
So once again, old man Zhang Xuan's door became busy with people coming and going. The old man was over seventy years old; he had attended a private school for a few days when he was young and could write beautifully with a brush pen. When villagers didn't have money before, they would ask him to write for them; he was happy to do so because it kept him busy and earned him respect. Unfortunately, later everyone rushed to buy those fancy couplets instead; he only wrote a couple of characters occasionally for fun.
Now things were different; Xuan Laotou probably felt his life’s value was being recognized again. These days he looked radiant and enjoyed chatting with everyone about literary matters as if that made him appear knowledgeable.
Li Yan and the others followed suit by bringing some candies and pecans for the old man. It was customary in the village not to pay someone for helping but to bring gifts instead. Of course, what each person gave varied according to their family situation. In just a few days' time, Xuan Laotou's wife was the happiest; given how expensive New Year goods were this year, her family wouldn't even need to sell any!
Li Ming held several "Fu" characters excitedly following behind Li Yan while Li Yan prepared rice paste. This stuff was stickier than glue; Li Ming's little friend had a blast playing with it until he was covered in rice paste after sticking up all the "Fu" characters.
"Mingming, come here." Li Yan had been feeling quite restless lately; after focusing on the child during their travels these past few days, all those thoughts had been suppressed.
"Brother, bath." The little white rabbit was a clean child who wanted a bath after seeing how dirty he had gotten.
"Well, okay, how about taking a shower with your brother tomorrow?" The big bad wolf almost drooled, staring into the eyes of the little white rabbit, it was so gentle. "Okay, let's wash together." Little White Rabbit was very happy. He didn't have to wash himself. Brother bathing him was cleaner than washing himself. Well, brother is so kind. The bathing place in rural areas is called a bathing pot, which is similar to the pot on the stove. A large black pot with a diameter of more than one meter and a width below it is used to boil water. Yu hot pot is in a special small room, which is somewhat similar to a Japanese family bath room, and is particularly warm. It's just a bit hard to take a shower in summer, it's too boring. Children enjoy washing in the pot. In the past, they basically washed their clothes once a day in the city. Due to the conditions here, they can only wash their clothes every two to three days. After both of them were warmed up, Li Yan held the child directly on his lap. Something hard was pressed against the child's leg. For a moment, the child tilted his head and his pink face was a little shy. After not being a child for a long time, my body was still very honest. Xiao Mingming was kissed by Li Yan, and after being touched for a while, he stood up obediently and proudly. The child couldn't bear it, so he turned around and lay on Li Yan's body, with his fair and almost transparent hands hooked around Li Yan's neck. Li YanI feel that the child's body seems to be softer than before, and the skin is more delicate like a baby. Needless to say, it must be the result of the space. "Brother, I want it." The child bit his lip and rubbed against the little Li Yan uncomfortably, causing Li Yan to take a breath. "Obviously, be good, just a little longer." Damn it, Li Yan was afraid of hurting the child, so he could only dilate the child slowly. Men are no better than women. The place will become tight if it is not used for a few days. You have to do it slowly. Otherwise it is easy to get injured. When three fingers were able to enter, Li Yan pushed the red and purple little Li Yan in. The two sounds of satisfaction blended together, and then the most primitive... began. Li Yan Deliberately goes deep and shallow, hitting the spot hard every time. Li Ming felt that his body was about to be knocked away, and he could only try his best to cling to Brother De. He would bite someone if he was hit hard, but when he bit someone, the person hit him even harder. The water in the child's eyes was flowing, and the charm and innocence merged into each other, with an indescribable charm. Li Yan felt all over his body The blood is flowing. "Obviously, brother loves you." Damn it, he will die on this child. After a few days like this, it was New Year's Eve. Anyway, there were Wonton and dumplings, so the four of us were not worried about attracting thieves at home, so the four of us went to the town to do shopping again. Money is becoming less and less valuable now, and in just a few days, prices have risen again. As I walked along, I kept hearing people haggling and quarreling over prices, but during the Chinese New Year, it was basically just a few words and nothing really happened. I basically have everything at home. Li Yan bought a lot back then, including a lot of salt, MSG, and sugar. Nowadays, there are only a few people who have nothing to buy but just stroll around. The street is really lively, with more people than shops. The only difference from the previous days was that there were more beggars begging for food, in groups, many of them children of seven or eight years old. These children were wearing very thin clothes, their hands and feet were blue, and they would drag people passing by to ask for money or food. This is no different now than in the past. Most people themselves are not rich, and they are even less likely to pity others. Yu Tian Suddenly I remembered the person I saw on the Internet who called for everyone to show love. I wonder if that person still has the same thoughts now. Yu Tian sighed, and finally took out ten yuan from his pocket to give to a child with incomplete legs. This child's life will be even more difficult in the future. But people's hearts are greedy. When the child saw Yu Tian giving him money, he actually pulled Yu Tian's trousers while crying and begging for something to eat. Yu Tian couldn't spank the child, nor could he pull him away. It was really Even if I want to leave, I can't. After a while, Yu Tian was surrounded by a circle of children. Some of them were tugging on their clothes and some on their pants. They were all six or seven-year-old children. Some even stretched their dirty hands directly into his pockets to take out his wallet. How can one person be worth so many hands? He couldn't bear to hit these children, so he made himself extremely embarrassed with just a few blows. Zhou Miao was watching from the side. When his wife had been bullied enough, her seductive eyes looked at him with a distress signal, and then he kicked one of the children out. The power of Zhou Miao is definitely not small. These children are all well-organized, large-scale and leaders. Only his wife can be deceived. If Yu Tian really doesn't have any help today, let alone the wallet, even the clothes on her body might be stripped off. When the children saw that one of the children was kicked so hard that he could not get up, they were afraid and did not dare to act any further. But their hands are still holding on to Yu Tian, and they don’t dare to let go. If the money they want to get today does not meet “Dad’s” requirements, not only will they not be given food, but they will also be beaten when they go back. Last night there was The one who disobeyed was beaten to death.
"Uncle, please have mercy on us, we beg you, give us some money, please!" One of the children suddenly knelt down in front of Yu Tian, and the other children around him followed suit, banging their heads on the ground loudly. In no time, their foreheads turned red.
Yu Tian was completely stunned; he never expected that his moment of kindness would lead to this. People around began to point and whisper, seemingly discussing Yu Tian's cruelty or perhaps the greed and excess of these children.
When Li Yan returned with cotton candy for the children, he saw this scene and looked at Zhou Miao in confusion. "What happened? When did Yu Tian become a bodhisattva, making people bow down like this?"
"My wife is exceptional; those people are just jealous," Zhou Miao said as he walked over with an intimidating aura. Although the children were stubborn like taffy, they took a step back in fear. Life is more important than money; these kids were street-smart and could read people better than dogs. Especially the child who had just been kicked; seeing that kick made them think twice about approaching Yu Tian again.
However, no one expected an incident to occur. A four or five-year-old child couldn't resist the temptation of cotton candy and directly tried to snatch it from Li Ming.
"Big brother, I want to eat cotton candy; let me have a bite," the Little Beggar said while tugging at Li Ming. The child was small and clever, catching Li Yan completely off guard.
"No way, it's clearly mine," Li Ming refused. He had barely tasted this new treat himself and held the cotton candy high above his head. Although Li Ming wasn't very tall, standing at about five feet seven inches, he raised the cotton candy high. Naturally, the Little Beggar couldn't reach it.
Unexpectedly, the child resorted to biting when denied. After being bitten by the Little Beggar, Li Ming lost his grip on the cotton candy, which fell to the ground. The Little Beggar grabbed it and ran off before Li Ming even had a chance to chase after him.
Thus, Li Ming... cried... he cried very sadly. He had only taken two bites of that cotton candy—just two! Normally, Li Ming didn't cry; he would only whimper a bit when truly upset. But now he was genuinely heartbroken, clinging to Li Yan and shedding tears until his shirt was dampened.
Li Yan felt heartbroken as he rubbed the spot where Li Ming had been bitten. The bite was severe enough to leave marks on his leg even through his down pants; otherwise, it would have broken skin. Li Yan felt so sorry for him that he bought two more cotton candies for Li Ming. As they walked back, Li Ming continued to sob and hiccup repeatedly, likely due to crying so hard.
Yu Tian regretted it deeply; it was all his fault... If only he had known... Yu Tian silently vowed never to let this happen again.
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