Farmer's eldest sister becomes rich

Chapter 115: A Warm Man

"Niannian, my sister is not feeling well right now, so I'm afraid you will have to cook some rice porridge for dinner!"

"Sister, go lie down on the bed and take a rest! I will cook rice porridge every year."

After saying that, An Nian helped An Yue to the room.

After An Yue lay down on the bed, she carefully sorted out the images that had just appeared in her mind.

It was discovered that in the original owner's memory, the brother and sister were hiding in a haystack, and the original owner saw with her own eyes that her father and mother were besieged by a group of men in black.

She watched with her own eyes as her father and mother fell in a pool of blood, and she was powerless to do anything.

Could it be that the original owner preserved this memory "specially" because of some special meaning?

Wait, An Yue suddenly realized that this memory was the last scene the original owner saw before his death. She fainted after seeing the whole process with her own eyes.

Later, I slept for many days in a row, and when I woke up, I was the person I am now.

Could it be that the dark shadow today is related to the assassination of my father and mother?

After An Yue lay on the bed, the more she thought about it, the more sleepy she felt. She muttered to herself, is this going back to the 21st century?

I closed my eyes and fell asleep before I knew it.

An Nian was alone in the kitchen, making a fire and cooking rice porridge.

——Three quarters of an hour later.

The rice porridge was ready. An Nian put it in a bowl and brought it to the eight-immortals table. He went to the room and saw that An Yue was asleep, so he didn't dare to disturb her.

He sorted the herbs that were drying in the winnowing baskets in the yard and poured them into buckets, then moved the winnowing baskets and the herbs into the house one by one and put them away.

Finally, he gathered all the clothes that were hanging on the bamboo poles and carried them into the room.

Although An Nian is young, the expression on his face is very solemn.

He is afraid!

He was afraid that his sister would never wake up again.

He clearly remembered that the last time his sister fell ill, she lay in bed for several days.

An Nian saw that his sister had not woken up for a long time, so he went to the kitchen to light a fire, heated a basin of hot water, and brought it to the bedside to wipe his sister's hands and feet.

At this time, An Yue woke up.

An Yue woke up and looked at her seven-year-old brother wiping her hands. She felt mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

She is sad because she has to continue farming and live the hard life of being both a father and a mother.

Happy, because she is with her brother, at least he won't become a real orphan.

She couldn't help but close her eyes again, and complained helplessly in her heart: [Oh my God! I am indeed the chosen one! ! Alas...! ]

She bit her lower lip and said silently in her heart: [Alas! When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry and empty…]

An Yue muttered to herself for a while. An Nian wiped her hands and found that her hands moved, and the joy was revealed on her face.

An Nian, who was squatting beside the bed, said quickly: "Sister, you're awake!"

An Yue slowly raised her hand and touched An Nian's face.

An Nian's big round eyes narrowed into slits due to his smile.

At this moment, An Nian was like a well-behaved kitten, letting his sister rub his face.

An Yue smiled and said softly, "Is the rice porridge cooked?"

After saying "hmm", An Nian nodded repeatedly and said, "Niannian saw that my sister was already asleep, so I didn't wake her up."

An Yue sat up and said, "Let's go and have some rice porridge together."

An Nian helped An Yue get up and sat down at the eight-immortals table.

An Yue looked at the rice porridge on the table. She didn't know when An Nian had learned how to cook rice porridge. She was deeply moved.

"Sister, Niannian still doesn't know how to cook, so for dinner tonight, you can only make do with rice porridge!"

"It's okay. The rice porridge cooked every year is delicious. Sister doesn't need to eat vegetables."

When An Nian heard An Yue say this, he laughed even more happily.

The brother and sister chatted and laughed, each holding a bowl of rice porridge and drinking it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and a dripping sound came in the yard. It turned out that the spring rain was coming.

An Yue suddenly remembered the herbs and clothes she had hung out to dry in the yard.

She quickly stood up, prepared to open the door, and go to the yard to collect herbs and clothes.

An Nian held An Yue's hand and said, "Sister, please sit down quickly! Niannian has already put all the clothes and herbs in the winnowing basket back into the house."

After hearing what An Nian said, An Yue's tense nerves finally relaxed.

An Yue sat down slowly, and couldn't help but raise her hand and rubbed An Nian's little head, saying lovingly: "Oh! Sister's little Nian Nian has really grown up! Not only does he take care of his sister, but he also thinks about all the affairs at home."

An Yue smiled, her eyes moistened, and she couldn't help but say, "Niannian, you're so good!"

An Nian was praised by An Yue, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

The wind in the yard was blowing so hard that it made people feel uneasy.

An Nian held An Yue's hand and said, "Sister, the Heavenly Ancestor knows that you have been sowing seeds in the field. He will send rain to help you water the field. Sister, don't go to the field tomorrow. Besides, you are not feeling well, so just rest at home!"

Since coming back, An Nian has become visibly sensible.

An Yue smiled and said with great satisfaction: "Since the weather is good, then fine! Sister, listen to Nian Nian and rest at home tomorrow."

The brother and sister washed their feet and lay down on the bed.

The sound of wind and rain outside was like their mother's lullaby. As they listened, they fell peacefully into a dream.

The spring rain continued, drizzling all night long.

When the brother and sister opened their eyes, it was already dawn.

An Yue slept peacefully all night accompanied by the spring rain. When she woke up in the morning, she felt that she was fine.

The brother and sister worked together to make breakfast. After they finished eating, An Nian prepared to go to school.

It was just that it was drizzling outside, and An Yue was worried that An Nian would go to school in the rain.

If I had to sit in the classroom for another whole day with my clothes soaked, even a body of iron would not be able to withstand it.

She clearly remembered that when her father was alive, there was always a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat hanging on the wall of the house.

She searched the house inside and out but couldn't find it.

Yes! How can we find it?

After being kicked out of the house, all the things in the house were moved out by my grandparents overnight.

Later, when my grandfather brought the Jiang family to settle down, he moved all the pots and pans to the east room. I guess the bamboo hats and raincoats had already been put away by them.

Thinking that if she asked her grandparents to borrow money, her grandmother Zhou might say something unpleasant, An Yue didn't want to go there early in the morning to bring bad luck.

So, after thinking about it, the only person I could think of in the entire An family was Brother Anqing from my uncle's family.

Although Anqing and his uncle and aunt have not separated, the main source of income for the family depends on Anqing, so Anqing still has a certain say in the family.

"Niannian, let's go borrow a raincoat from Brother Anqing!"

An Nian pouted and said somewhat disappointedly: