The Blessed (Book 1)

105. After Moving Out (1)

The news that the xiucai’s second son moved out was like growing legs, soon the whole village knew it. The old xiucai even spat out blood because of this, and the whole family got into a mess. A lot of people were gloating in the dark, cursing that they deserved it. In daily life, replying on the old man’s identity of a xiucai, they always bullied others. So, now a lot of people were having a good laugh at them.

But this already had nothing to do with Ling Jingxuan and his family. After moving out, accommodations became the biggest problem. Ling Jingxuan thatched cottage only had three rooms, apparently not enough for all these people. Finally it was Zhao Dalong and his partner who were kind enough to put forward to letting Ling Jinghan, Ling Jingpeng and the two little buns to live at their place first. Ling Jingxuan and Yan Shengrui could live in the utility room, while leaving Ling Jingxuan’s room to his dad and mom, after all Lady Wang had just had miscarriage, who was still too weak and need to live in a warm place.

“Jingxuan, sorry, we become your burden.”

It was already in the afternoon after everything was settled. Lady Wang who was lying in bed said so weakly. Her face still looked awful, and her voice was as low as mosquito buzzing, but mixed with a trace of joyful feeling, that was some kind of liberation after years of oppression. Though having lost the baby, finally they moved out, and no longer needed to see other’s face, or got bullied.

“Mom, look at you! What are you talking about? We won’t live like this forever. Trust me. Some other day I’ll go to town to look for the guarantor to buy homestead to build a big house. Then we’ll all have our own rooms. As long as we could stay together peacefully, good days are waiting ahead. You just had miscarriage, don’t think too much. What you need to do is rest.”

Then pulling her hand to feel her pulse, Ling Jingxuan briskly said so, while in his mind he had already been thinking that, if he wanted to build a house, it had to be a big black-brick and tile-roofed one, in case they had to shudder inside the quilts when in winter. Besides, he was afraid he couldn’t buy homestead from the village head, so he could only go to guarantor Liu Han Fei introduced. If only one or two mu, the other side might just ignore him, so he had to make a plan first.

“Yeah, mom, don’t stand on ceremony with my big brother.”

Ling Jingpeng who was standing aside swept away the stifling atmosphere and teased. Lady Wang smiled, “You are so thick-skinned.”

“That’s not thick-skinned. What’s wrong that I reply on my big brother?”

“You…”

“Haha…”

The whole family could not help laughing hearing their inalimental conversation. And the last slice of shadow over their heads seemed to disappear instantly. As long as they could stay in such harmony forever, they seemed to have exhaustless strength to move on, even though the road ahead was rough and bumpy.

The small bun slid down Ling Jingxuan’s leg to climb onto the bed and sat on the bedside, then grasped Lady Wang’s hands and said with a childish voice imitating his dad’s tone, “Grandma, are you in great pain? Dad said bad people bullied you. Don’t be afraid. In the future, you can live with us and those bad people dare not come again. Dad is able and father is also tough. If someone dares to bully us, when we have money, we’ll smash them with a hundred strings of copper coins to smash them!”

“Huh? When did I ever say that?”

“Haha…”

Hearing that, Ling Jingxuan got stoned there, and the whole family were laughing so hard. Ling Wen gave a hard stare at his seemingly innocent dad and then walked to Ling Wu and said with a serious tone, “Be good, Wu. Don’t listen to daddy’s nonsense. A hundred strings of copper coins are a tael of silver. How can you use them to hit someone? He’d pick them up as his own. We can pick some stones on the ground.”

That was Ling Wen’s style. Ling Wu nodded as if enlightened, “Yes, stones are free and they are everywhere. We’ll use stones.”

After saying this, Ling Wu turned to Lady Wang and said, “Don’t worry, grandma. Ling Wen and I will protect you.”m

“Hmm, then grandma would feel secure. Having such little cute grandsons, what’s there to be worried about?”

His childish words were with clear care about her. Lady Wang only felt that her eyes became wet, sobbing while feeling the small bun’s head. Then Ling Wu crawled over to kiss on her face, like how his dad coaxed them, “Grandma, don’t cry. You’d feel better after me kissing you.”

“Well, mom, you need to rest. You can’t cry like this all the time. Dad, please go to the backyard and kill that old hen and stew it for mom.”

Seeing that Lady Wang was gonna cry out, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly stretched out his hands to hold the small bun up, but still didn’t forget to give some job for Ling Chenglong who was only laughing foolishly there to do. They had just moved out, so it was only understandable that they looked so excited. But it wasn’t good to be overexcited. What if it caused cerebral hemorrhage? Under the condition of no any modern medical facilities, he couldn’t save them even if he was god.

“Those old hens still lay eggs, it’s really a pity to kill them, or I go to the market at the village entrance to see if there is meat, I can buy some meat for your mom.”

On hearing of killing the hens, Ling Chenglong felt like cutting his flesh. Those hens are still laying eggs. Isn’t it a pity to kill them?

Not only him, Lady Wang and Ling Jinghan and Ling Jingpeng also didn’t want to kill any apparently. In village families, as long as the hen could lay eggs, who would kill it? Even those relatively well-off would save eggs for nutrition, and those less well-off families would save those eggs to sell on the market to support the family. If no any emergency, common families would never sell those egg-laying hens, let along kill them.

Having expected this already, Ling Jingxuan helplessly touched his forehead and said patiently, “Do you still the market is still open at such a time? Dad, don’t try to save money for me. My mom’s health is more important than anything. We can buy new hens in the future.”

Miscarriage was like giving birth, both were like taking a walk at the gate of hell, especially in such uncultured ancient times, it should be more careful. He even wanted to say killing a hen for his mom’s nutrition everyday.

Well, if he did, he’d probably drown in the saliva of his entire family.

“But…”