But what made Xiao Mingniang's eyes constrict was Wang Qing, the kind of aura that sat in such an extremely shabby small house, as if sitting in the most luxurious place in the world, had not been seen for many years. Under the illumination of that night pearl, even the place where she sat seemed to be framed with light, becoming gorgeous and abnormal.

"My surname is Wang, my ancestral home is Taiyuan, Shanxi, and when I was preparing for ** land, I met Xiao Langjun." Wang Qing explained a few words, Xiao Mingniang's heart beat sharply, and the fluttering sound of rapid beating came clearly in her ears, and she didn't even feel a little trembling in her voice, "The lady is from the Taiyuan Wang family?" So which one? Is it a descendant? ”

Wang Qing nodded, and covered up the slightest abnormality he noticed, "Yes, you know very well the people of the Wang family, who are you?" "The villain in Wang Qing's heart wipes the cold sweat, I'll wipe it! You won't run into relatives again, will you? Also, the roots of the Taiyuan Wang family are in Taiyuan, so there should be more new friends and old ones. Anyway, I originally planned to let Xiao Ming's family move out of the mountain village, and it would be better to talk with relatives, and Xiao Mingniang should also agree.

"The slave maid is the maid of the third room," Xiao Mingniang knelt down, "There is only one person left in the entire third room now, and I hope that the eldest lady will take care of one or two for the sake of the same clan." Xiao Ming watched in a daze, not knowing what his mother was doing.

Wang Qing raised his hand lightly: "Get up and speak." Xiao Mingniang felt that she was being lifted up gently but resolutely, "He is Ming Langjun?" Wang Qing pointed at Xiao Ming, and Xiao Mingniang nodded, "When the slave maid took him over from the master of the third room, he had just turned one year old. The entire Wang family died, and the slave escaped with Ming Langjun, and originally wanted to go to the Yanzhi, but on the way, the slave had to go into the mountains. But I didn't expect that after all these years, I would meet my mother, which was really blessed by my ancestors. Speaking of this, her heart was sour and excited.

Xiao Ming was dumbfounded when he heard it, he was not the biological son of his father and mother, and some people in the mountain village had passed it on, but his father and mother were good to him, and Xiao Ming didn't believe it very much. But at this time, the mother told her life experience herself, so that she couldn't help but believe it, so she saw Wang Qing beckoning, "Come here, let me see." How old is he? What kind of generation is it ranked in? ”

Wang Qing didn't expect that Xiao Ming was already nine years old, and she thought she was only six years old. Xiao Mingniang said with some shame that her family was poor and hungry for children. Wang Qing looked at the clothes she was wearing were patches and patches, people around thirty years old were already as old as forty years old, and they should have done their best, even her own children looked hungry and thin.

Wang Qing smiled, "You have done your best, and you have done a good job." "And he has been promoted to the grandmother's generation, Wang Qing complained in his heart, yes, he only has to be in time, no, when he was about five years old, he was already promoted to the grandmother's generation, and the younger brother and grandchildren are of the same age! I don't know what kind of expression Ah Che will have after he knows! Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth just wanted to twitch.

"Xiao Ming, although she is not your biological mother, you can't forget the grace of raising her for so many years, if it weren't for her, you would have died. I hope you will always remember her kindness. Speaking of this time, Wang Qing stood up and bowed to the loyal servant, "Taiyuan Wang, thank you, you raised this child very well, you should be called Xiao Ming as a mother." ”

Xiao Mingniang's face turned red, and she shook her hand again and again, "Big lady, the slave can't afford it, can't afford it." Although the eldest lady of the main family didn't praise anything, that sense of identity was the biggest compliment to her.

Wang Qing suddenly remembered something, "What is this child's big name?" "It won't be called Wang Ming, right? In later life, there is a sad guy called this big name, and at the same time, I think of what is the name of the grandson of the Wang family's aunt and grandmother, the two children are quite fateful, Wang Qing is a little depressed to find that in fact, he has more than one grandchild, and so is Ming Langjun.

"Wang Minghui, their generation is from the Ming generation." Wan Niang (Xiao Mingniang's real name) is holding Wang Minghui at the moment, and now he is quietly leaning on her, maybe from tomorrow, he should be educated by the children of the family, and he will be farther and farther away from her. She was a little reluctant in her heart, but Minghui herself had already started late, if she was delayed, how could she be worthy of Langjun's entrustment, even if she was reluctant, Wan Niang made up her mind in her heart.

At this moment, a child's cry was heard, "Mother, mother, mother." Wang Minghui ran in, "Tiger and tiger, don't cry!" After a while, a child was brought out with tears on his face, "I'm hungry." When he threw himself into his mother's arms, he said with some grievances.

Wan Niang's face showed some sadness, there was no food at home, so when Minghui had to go down the mountain, she had to agree. Wang Qing looked at them, they were already four walls, and all that was left were some tattered furniture, and it was difficult to live in the mountains.

"I'm hungry too, so let's have some food together." Wang Qing asked Zhiyuan to send a food box, took out a kettle from there, the water poured out of it was still hot, and there were plates of snacks, and finally took out a large casserole that revealed a kind of aroma, Wang Qing opened the lid, and the fragrance of the food overflowed the entire room.

"It's better to drink a bowl of porridge in the evening." Wang Qing divided the porridge with his hands, the child named Huhu had a kind of intestinal sound, and there was a longing in his eyes, Wang Qing put the bowl of porridge with the fragrance of rice and the meaty aroma of chicken soup in front of Wan Niang, and the big eyes stared straight at it, and then looked at Wan Niang.

"Let's eat, everyone." Wang Qing sighed in his heart, if he didn't come here, the two of them might starve to death. She moved her chopsticks first, and this time the vegetable and meat porridge was still hot, and in this cold winter, it could be regarded as adding some heat.

Tiger Tiger opened its mouth wide, just like a chick opened its mouth wide, and it felt good that the food gradually filled the stomach pouch, "It's delicious, it's delicious." He suddenly showed a smile at Wang Qing, although he was a little afraid of strangers, but this person gave him food, what he ate today was his favorite in his heart, and that fear disappeared.

Wang Qing felt a little sour in his heart, there are still many people in this world who can't eat. She quietly finished eating the porridge in the bowl, ate a few more snacks, and put down her chopsticks. At this time, Minghui had already finished pulling out his own food, and said busily: "A-Niang, I'm done eating, I'll bring Huhu, A-Niang hurry up and eat." ”

Wan Niang touched her son's belly, which was already bulging, so she handed him over to Minghui. Huhu's eyes widened, and suddenly he leaned over and spread his hands, "Hug!" Wang Qing took it very skillfully, "Huhu." He sat down on top of him and smiled at him.

Huhu's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and even saliva flowed. Wang Minghui wiped him a little helplessly, and then planned to hug him, who knew that Huhu didn't dump him at all, and grabbed Wang Qing's sleeve with his hand.

Wang Qing looked at Wang Minghui, who was like a little adult, took out a few candied fruits made of hawthorn from his sleeve, peeled off the packaging, and stuffed one for Wang Minghui.

"It's made of hawthorn, which can be consumed." Wang Qing touched Huhu's little belly and gave him a grain, and Huhu's eyes lit up. The children in the mountains sometimes can't even eat, except for occasionally eating some game in the mountains, what snacks are there to eat, and what Wang Qing gave today is the most wonderful food in his memory.