Zhan Haiping said with a smile: "Uncle Chen, Xian Rong and I are already old husbands and wives, you can't say that we are a young couple!"

"You two, when you reach my age, let's talk about old husbands and wives!"

"Uncle Chen, I won't tell you, I still have to go and get that kid back from Ping'an!"

Chen Lao smiled: "You can send someone to go, and you can run this trip yourself!"

Zhan Haiping said: "Send someone, Ping'an's stinky boy may not be obedient to come back, it's better for me to find it in person, Uncle Chen, then I'll go first." ”

Farewell to Chen Lao, Zhan Haiping went to lead a horse and galloped towards the pheasant slope.

When he arrived at the pheasant slope, Zhan Haiping saw from a distance that a puff of white smoke was constantly rising in the forest, he rode a horse closer in the forest, tied the horse, and walked over, and saw Ping'an with the grandson of the old man of the gatehouse, Xiaoshi, and three family members who were constantly adding firewood to a pile of firewood, dry and wet.

"Peace, what are you doing?!"

As soon as Ping'an heard the call, he saw that it was his father coming, and said happily with a little white face with two gray stripes hanging on it: "We are roasting chicken, Dad, how did you find here." As he spoke, he ran to Zhan Haiping's side.

Zhan Haiping took out a towel, held his head with one hand, wiped the ashes off his face with the other hand, and a handsome and white face was seen again, he said: "Next year you are going to go to the Chengwu faction, it's still so unreasonable, come back with me, your mother called you!"

Ping An looked reluctant: "My chicken hasn't been roasted yet?"

Zhan Haiping grabbed his ear and said, "Is your chicken important, or your mother's words important, go quickly!"

Seeing that he had to go home, Ping An broke free of his father's hand and shouted to the remaining four, "Little Stone, you four will watch me here, and the chicken will be roasted for me to bring back." ”

Zhan Haiping slapped him on the back of the head, turned back to Xiao Shi and said, "The chicken will be given to you, Xiao Shi, don't forget to put out the fire when you leave, do you hear it?!"

"Got it, master!!" Hearing this, the four of them all agreed loudly.

Before noon, Hu Tingdu took Uncle Yan and Tianxing to Zhanjiazhuang, four families guarded the gate of the village, and saw three people from a distance, the elderly old man Shi waited to see Hu Tingdu who was walking in front clearly, and hurriedly let one person go in to report, while running over to greet them in small steps: "Master Hu, you can be regarded as arriving, Miss They have been waiting all morning." As he spoke, he carefully looked at Tian Xing, who was walking at the back, a few times, and his eyes were full of smiles.

As soon as Hu Tingdu and the others reached the gate of Zhuangzi, they were fortunate to see a middle-aged man with a black square scarf on his head, supporting a middle-aged beautiful woman with gray hair, and a handsome young man of fourteen or fifteen years old to meet them, followed by four handmaidens and four family members.

Last night, Hu Ye had already told Tianxing that he would bring him to see his biological mother today, and it was only last night that he learned that his mother had not abandoned him, because of an accident, their mother and son would be separated for so many years, and for more than ten years, his mother had never given up on the plan to find him, that is, yesterday, Hu Ye sent his mother the news of him. After knowing that he was picked up by his father-in-law in the ice and snow, for more than ten years, he never wanted to think about who his biological parents were, he sometimes felt that he hated them very much, hated them for abandoning him, but just last night, after Hu Ye told these situations, he found that the so-called hatred in his heart collapsed in an instant, and then the smoke disappeared, maybe over the years, his heart is not really hateful, he is just waiting for a simple explanation, that's it.