CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 32: SPACE PROSPERITY 14

"Comrade, let’s go make a record first." The comrade beside him urged, as it was really getting late.

Only then did the uncle stabilize his emotions: "Little Yue, you stay home with Xiao Ran, uncle will be back soon."

Before Jiang Mingyue could speak, Xiao Ran waved his hand: "Go on, go on, sister and I will cook and wait for you."

Jiang Mingyue: "..." She had underestimated this boy.

Jiang Zhengye’s emotions, which had been calm for too long, stirred at this moment.

His late wife had said the same thing to him.

"Xiao Ran..."

"Go quickly, go quickly, by the way, we might not be able to eat, we still have to rush back to the village today. Otherwise, it will be too dark to see."

"Xiao Ran..." Jiang Zhengye wanted to say that it would be better to stay the night and return tomorrow, but his legs below were pushed by a gentle force.

Jiang Zhengye: "..." Just like his late wife, seemingly disdainful on the surface, actually cares about him the most.

After a whole round of self-brainstorming, Jiang Zhengye finally agreed to leave with the person, though he returned quickly.

Jiang Mingyue and Xiao Jiang Ran didn’t have time to cook, but Jiang Mingyue fed Xiao Jiang Ran a lot of cookies, and the little one’s belly was bulging.

When Jiang Zhengye returned, he and his nephew decided that it was better to go back. One reason was that the family was worried, another was that the injury of the eldest brother, oh no, the eldest cousin also needed someone to look after.

Fortunately, the uncle also had a bicycle, though it was rundown, it had a super bright flashlight strapped to the front, which was quite enviable!

"Little Yue, let’s go together when we can, and when we can’t, you ride ahead and I’ll follow your light."

Jiang Mingyue knew this arrangement was considerate for her, so she agreed, as she was not familiar with the road.

"I’ll listen to uncle."

The sound of "uncle" began to warm Jiang Zhengye’s cold heart.

He knew that the second house called uncle the sweetest, even somewhat fawning, but with no real emotion. They were just greedy for the gifts he bought, and the pearls raised by the third house, despite her obedient appearance, these people had no genuine feelings. Although he lost his soul in recent years because of his late wife, his skill in reading people had become more refined.

"Xiao Ran, come over, daddy will take you." Jiang Zhengye felt this was a good opportunity for father-son bonding. The past few years, he had been focused on his grief, living like a walking corpse, only remembering he had a child that needed money but not realizing the child was a gift left by his late wife. Today, meeting his son suddenly, Jiang Zhengye looked into those eyes so much like his late wife’s and suddenly realized.

He was pondering whether Xiao Ran should sit in the front or the back. Behind, he couldn’t see him; in front, it was better, he could hold Xiao Ran in his arms, but afraid the crossbar would hurt Xiao Ran’s little bottom. As his fatherly heart was considering whether to take off his clothes to cushion his son, he heard his son’s very disdainful rejection: "I want sister to take me, she smells fragrant."

In other words: you smell bad.

Jiang Zhengye lifted his sleeve to smell his own clothes, suddenly disgusted himself enough to gag, fortunately he was on an empty stomach, otherwise he would’ve embarrassed himself in front of his son and niece.

A gentle breeze blew across his face, and Jiang Zhengye secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, he was at the back. If his niece and son had smelled it all the way, he wouldn’t know where to put his old face.

Xiao Jiang Ran, being small, didn’t walk long before falling asleep in Jiang Mingyue’s arms, murmuring "braised pork" in his dreams.

Thinking back to the time when she first saw Xiao Ran looking like a little beggar, Jiang Mingyue felt a pang, smiled, and gently soothed: "Yes, yes, there’ll be plenty of braised pork."

The road in the countryside is hard to walk, but the night breeze in the countryside is like a masseur, relaxing and stretching out your entire body.

Nearing the village entrance, Jiang Mingyue saw a warm flame from afar and had a guess in her heart.

When she got closer...

"Fourth sister, is that you?"

Sure enough, it was the voice of the second brother.

This heart that had drifted to a strange world found a place to settle in an instant.

"Second brother, it’s me. I also brought back uncle."

But her second brother seemed not to have heard the latter part, excited like a foolish calf.

"That’s great. You’ve finally returned." Jiang Jianjun wanted to shout in front of Jiang Beishan; that annoying wretch had been spreading rumors all day today. Said Ming Yue couldn’t stand the hardships of the countryside, had run back to the city to enjoy herself, even said Ming Yue wouldn’t return anymore.

He didn’t believe those words, but as the sky grew darker, he increasingly felt uncertain.

Now everything was fine, that annoying wretch was surely spreading lies.

Can’t deny, it’s pleasant to know someone cares.

"I wanted to return earlier, but coincidentally, uncle returned from the countryside late, I wanted to leave a message but was afraid something would go wrong, so I waited until uncle returned."

Hehe, at crucial moments, implicating uncle was straightforward.

Uncle: "I..."

Jiang Jianjun: "I said so... It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s all uncle’s fault. Ming Yue, are you hungry? Mom has simmering old hen soup for you, you can go home and have a good meal."

Uncle: "..."

Jiang Mingyue wondered: She hadn’t taken the space chicken out, what did Mrs. Jiang use to cook chicken soup?

Suddenly remembered the old hen locked in the cage by the rear wall, Jiang Mingyue exclaimed: "No, that’s our family’s only egg-laying hen!"

Jiang Jianjun grew up in hard times, naturally understood what an old hen meant to a family, but Mrs. Jiang had spoken: "Your sister is too thin, needs good nourishment."

Those words planted like seeds in their hearts, Jiang Jianjun now completely agreed with Mrs. Jiang, fourth sister shouldn’t suffer, he must work harder, hunt diligently, quietly provide nourishment for fourth sister.

"It’s okay, fourth sister, after finishing the weeding work, brother will go hunting for you, brother’s confident to bag some wild chickens for you."

It’s false to say one isn’t touched, "Thank you, second brother."

Uncle: "I..."

"We’ve arrived, Ming Yue, our mom is waiting under the soap tree!"

The repeatedly ignored uncle expressed he never wanted to speak again.

As the firelight approached, Mrs. Jiang’s expectant face came into view, and Jiang Mingyue felt even more blessed.

"Ming Yue!" Mrs. Jiang wanted to say: "You’ve finally returned." But changed her words to, "Hungry, aren’t you? Go wash your hands, mom has kept the food warm for you, I’ll go get it."

Watching Mrs. Jiang’s hurried figure, Jiang Mingyue vowed in her heart: She must lead Mrs. Jiang, lead this family to a better life.

"Uncle, when did you come to our house?"

Jiang Zhengye did not want to speak at all, only glaring: This nephew was completely hopeless, ignoring him was one thing, but now even made him lose face, you wait!

"Hey! Uncle, why not go home directly? Ming’an isn’t lightly injured; you should go back and take a look first." Mrs. Jiang came out with a pot of fragrant chicken meat stew, very disapprovingly questioning.

Uncle again hurt: "..." Fine, I’ll leave, I’ll leave, okay?