The next day, Zhou Lanxiang drank the taste of ginseng in millet porridge.

She is very familiar with this smell, Grandpa Han used to give her a small box of ginseng slices every winter, and asked her to put a few slices in the stewed soup. The old man has been fighting and living in the mountains and forests all his life, and he must have a little treasure in the mountains in his hands, but when his grandfather was there, they only occasionally drank ginseng chicken soup in winter, how could she have thought that one day she would drink ginseng porridge!

This is too bliss (extravagance and waste)!

Zhou Lanxiang's porridge bowl can't be held, she will definitely not be restrained (digested) if she eats this porridge, and she may lose her life!

"Xiaoshan, where is Xiaojin?" This must be the ginseng that Han Jin brought.

With her understanding of her grandfather, it is definitely impossible to leave Han Jin only an old house and a few old objects as a souvenir, and she must leave some other family funds to him privately, yesterday he sold a ginseng for her, and she was already restless. But she also knows Han Jin's temper, when he wants to be good to people, he always takes out his heart and lungs without any reservations, and he doesn't allow people to refuse.

In her previous life, she had just got divorced, and when she came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he went directly to the real estate bureau next door to transfer the two houses and two sets of merchants he bought in the city to her name, and she was not allowed to excuse herself.

The two almost quarreled at the real estate bureau, making a group of people treat them as Western scenery.

So yesterday he sold the ginseng and sold it, and if she excused herself, he would definitely be as anxious as in his previous life, so he could only secretly plan to find a way to compensate for it in the future.

I didn't expect this kid to be so hoho! How could she spoil such a good thing!

Xiaoshan has always been clever, knowing that he couldn't bear his sister's scolding about this, he didn't know what to ask, so he only urged his sister to eat: "Brother Jin left early in the morning, and he didn't say what to do, nor did he say when he would come back." Sister, you can eat first. "The big eyes are shiny and pretending to be obedient," Cooking millet porridge was taught to me by Aunt Pole, I got up early in the morning, and the guy stayed up for almost two hours. ”

Seeing that Zhou Lanxiang still didn't smile on her face, Xiaoshan's voice became smaller and smaller: "I've done everything, when Brother Jin comes back, you can tell him well......" Anyway, he refused to take the blame for Brother Jin.

Zhou Lan smiled fragrantly: "You have a lot of eyes!" How good is Xiaojin to you, why do you hide back when something happens? ”

Xiaoshan was not weak at all, and immediately came over with a smile: "Sister is so good to Brother Jin, I must be reluctant to scold him!" Since I was a child, the two of us have made mistakes together, and the voice you have trained me must be louder than that of Brother Xunjin. ”

Zhou Lanxiang couldn't help this little slippery head, her heart was soft, and she patted his little head and smiled sincerely.

Xiaoshan has been smart and sensible since she was a child, and there are almost no times in her memory that she is angry. Such a good brother, where is she willing to shout at him, he is talking nonsense to divert her attention.

But he was still reluctant to finish the porridge, so let Xiaoshan divide it into three points, and they all did it, so they all ate it.

These two children still need tonic than her, when they are tall, they can't eat enough and don't warm up, and they are so thin that the green tendons on their necks can be seen, and she is really distressed and can't stand it.

Han Jin didn't come over again until the sun rose, and swaggered into the courtyard of the Wang family, so frightened that Ma Guyu, who was feeding the chickens, poured half of the chicken food on his shoes.

She thought that Han Jin was here to find a fight.

Otherwise, why did the little uncle enter their house so swaggeringly after beating him, and his face was gloomy, and he couldn't wait to demolish their house.

Ma Guyu threw the broken enamel basin and ran to the upper room, Han Jin didn't even lift her eyelids, and entered the low and dilapidated door of Zhou Lanxiang's house with long legs.

He put the large bucket of yellow clay and the iron grate and the lid of the furnace in his hand in the outhouse, and before he could speak, he saw the hill that greeted him and winked at him.

Han Jin immediately understood, glanced at Zhou Lanxiang at the door, said hello and left: "Xiangxiang, I'll put on the stove first, heat it up and then slowly repair the house." Xiaoshan, you come out with me to move bricks. ”

Zhou Lanxiang didn't have a chance to speak, so the two of them were busy in full swing.

After Han Jin finished building the stove, he let Xiaoshan burn first, and without stopping for a moment, he immediately went out to repair the house.

The repair is not a major repair, just plug the leaky mouse holes around the earthen wall and the house nest on the eaves with yellow mud. As for the thin earthen walls and the roof that is not insulated at all, then forget it, there is no need to repair it if it can't be repaired now, anyway, Xiangxiang is only here for a few days, and it is good that their old Wang's house collapses after the divorce!

Han Jin went in and out of the courtyard unscrupulously, and the upper room and the east wing of the Wang family were as quiet as death, except for the occasional rooster crow, which didn't seem to even gasp.

Han Jin didn't bother to look at the family, if it weren't for Xiangxiang's repeated advice, now that he beat them and affected her to divorce as soon as possible, he would have gone to discount Wang Manho's four legs!

But it's just that they don't move now, and when Xiangxiang is successfully divorced, he has to settle every stroke with them!

After the house was repaired, Han Jin went to chop wood again, and saw that the pile of wooden halberds stacked on the wall outside the window was almost more than one person high, he still didn't mean to stop, Zhou Lanxiang called him very seriously: "Xiaojin, don't split, come in!" ”

Han Jin didn't go in, and called Xiaoshan out: "Xiaoshan, it's time to cook, hurry up!" ”

Xiao Shan didn't look at his sister who was threatening him, he ran faster than a rabbit, Zhou Lanxiang just wanted to chase him out of the ground, and Han Jin came in wearing a single autumn coat.

On a cold day, he was busy with steaming hot, and he always felt that Xiangxiang would be cold if he didn't cool down, stretched out his long arm, took the big cotton jacket on the kang and wrapped her, and then tightened his two hands, and slipped the person to the kang head and covered it.

"Don't go down to the ground, this house is a little hot on the kang, stay there honestly."

Zhou Lanxiang's mind was a little confused for a while, and she didn't know what to say to him first.

This kid messed with the things left by Grandpa Huo, and added a problem that always carried her around! You can't get used to anything!

Han Jin glanced at Xiao Shan, who went out to hug the wood and prepare to burn the fire to cook, and pressed Zhou Lanxiang to prevent her from moving: "Xiangxiang, are you stupid?" Have you seen that little mallet? ”

Zhou Lanxiang really didn't look at it, the hill was cut into slices, and he just heard him compare and stroke thicker than his fingers.

Mountain ginseng is different from the later artificially bred Korean ginseng and American ginseng, that is, the fingers of the small mountain are as thick as at least thirty or forty years old, and they are rare treasures at any time!

Han Jin looked at her in a daze, not knowing what she remembered, and suddenly burst into a muffled laugh. He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and inner eyes, and he usually ignores people, and everyone who sees him thinks he looks cold and hard, or simply calls him fierce, but Zhou Lanxiang thinks that those people must have never seen him smile like this.

She didn't know how to describe it, she just felt that Han Jin, who was smiling like this, was the same as what he was now, warm and very reliable, and he really looked like an adult.

An adult who can be trusted and even relied on reminds her of the forty-year-old Han Jin in her previous life.