Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

Even though he had made mental preparations before coming here, Xiao Lingchuan's heart was already turbulent in the face of everything, and he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

He lowered his head, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

When he was still young, he was taken to the deep mountains by his master. The master said that he had a high fever and almost burned his brain, so he only had a few vague memories of the past.

He was the only son in his family, loved by his parents, and the family was harmonious. However, all of this was broken. The Xiao family was framed by traitors, and the entire family was ransacked. He thought that he was the only one who survived.

"How old were you at that time, it's normal that you can't remember."

There was a wry smile on the corner of Mother Xiao's mouth, her son was somewhat similar to her, more like her dead husband.

But it was strange that she didn't feel sad when she saw her son. Maybe all these years had passed, and her wound had slowly healed, leaving only a light scar.

However, the hatred for that person has not diminished in the slightest.

"Mother found you, everything else is secondary, but, your uncle Tan and cousin Lingjiang, remember to find them back. The Xiao family, there are only you."

After Xiao's mother finished speaking, she couldn't help crying. Her sister-in-law is very kind to her. The Xiao family has no tradition of taking concubines, and there is no intrigue. She also watched Lingjiang grow up.

She still remembered that when the news came, she ran around and went to Zhuangzi several times to persuade her sister-in-law that the Xiao family could not have no children!

The sister-in-law said that she and the child died together when the man was gone, so it is better for the family to reunite as soon as possible.

Xiao's mother thought that later, she could finally understand such feelings, death is the easiest, and pain is left to the living.

"I heard from a brother that Waihai did meet people from Daqi, a mother and son."

At that time, Xiao Lingchuan didn't pay much attention to it. Since the merchant ships can travel to and from the open sea safely, it is not particularly rare to meet people from Daqi.

The things that the mother and son liked about Da Qi would come over whenever a merchant ship docked, and exchange things from the open sea, but they never mentioned their identities, which seemed extremely mysterious.

If they were his relatives, Xiao Lingchuan had to go there in person.

"Not urgent."

Mother Xiao stopped, fearing that her son would be impulsive. Now that Haitang is pregnant, she needs someone to take care of her, and she has been here for so many years, so she is not in a hurry.

"Haitang is going to perform that operation on me. If it fails, it will be my mother's life. Don't hold any grudges against her."

Mother Xiao believes that Xiao Lingchuan can understand all these reasons. She is not that kind of jealous mother-in-law. The relationship between the couple is better than anything else. In fact, the only person who can accompany each other for the rest of their lives is always the person next to them. .

"I know."

Xiao Lingchuan still couldn't yell out that sentence of mother, perhaps, at the moment when he was sensible, he knew that his mother was dead, and now a mother appeared, he couldn't accept it.

"I heard that my little grandson's nickname is Bean Bao, which is very good."

Xiao's mother has complicated feelings for her son, but when she mentions her grandson, her love is beyond words. She really wants the bean bag to be with her, but she doesn't have the nerve to speak up.

Li Haitang didn't know her identity, so how could it be possible for Dou Bao to accompany her, an ill-identified old woman who was bedridden?

"Before the operation, you can let the bean bag accompany you for a day."

Bean Bao has a grandmother, maybe she wants to meet her? The son has always matured precociously. He once asked why there are no other relatives besides his parents and little uncle Li Jinhu. The couple looked at each other and didn't know how to answer.

"real?"

Xiao's mother stood up excitedly, her eyes were shining, maybe it was a relative of flesh and blood, she liked the bean bun after seeing it, even if she was mischievous, she would be rare.

More than half of her surgery was because of the bean buns.

With her son, she didn't fulfill her responsibilities as a mother, and she didn't want to ignore her little grandson because of some external force.

With a smile on her face, Mother Xiao murmured to herself like a child, "Do you like to eat meat or vegetables? What do you like to play? What should I prepare?"

She can't get out of the first floor, so she can only trap the little baby in the backyard, but the backyard is quite big, but there are no small animals. She wondered whether she should hug a little milk dog, but she was entangled in the fact that the puppy was disobedient and scared the bean bag. live.

"Doubao likes to listen to stories."

Xiao Lingchuan quietly tricked his mother, as long as anyone who has told a story to Doubao basically doesn't want to see this little baby for a second time.

"Lingchuan, you also have a nickname, but your father gave it to you."

When Mother Xiao talked about the past, the corners of her mouth curled up, but she resolutely opposed it, but it was no match for her husband.

"Do you want to know, what is your nickname?"

Even though the son got married and had children, in Xiao's mother's eyes, he was still the fat bun who loved to cry.

"In no mood."

Xiao Lingchuan refused. He had heard his master talk about his father, and felt that with his quality, he would definitely not be able to name him well.

"Anyway, it's similar to the name of the bean bag."

Xiao's mother ignored Xiao Lingchuan's objection, and said to herself, "Your father lives in the north, life is hard, and sometimes he has to drive a donkey cart when traveling. He doesn't know what to think. Give it a nickname, I want donkey dung."

After Xiao's mother finished speaking, she peeked at her son's expression.

Xiao Lingchuan's face was numb, and he had nothing to love in life, thanks to his wife's absence, otherwise he might not know how to make fun of him.

He had to discuss it with the mother he had just met, and in the future, he would be stricter and forbid to mention nicknames.

Besides, donkey dung eggs and bean buns, how are they similar?

"It's all round."

Xiao's mother took it for granted, and almost laughed in her heart, thinking about telling her daughter-in-law all the funny things about her son's childhood, so that the couple will have more jokes in the future.

Lingchuan made Haitang satisfied, so he opened his mouth and shut up his husband, if he is not satisfied, just beat him back to his original form, donkey dung!

But how could he deny the nickname his father had given him himself?

Xiao Lingchuan didn't know at all that his mother was already on the united front with his daughter-in-law, and he was still entangled in that incomparably rural nickname.

The mother and son discussed the operation, and after Xiao Lingchuan left, Mother Xiao couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Yuemei, did you see that my son has a paralyzed face, which is totally different from his father."

Mother Xiao clicked her tongue twice, her spirits turned better, thinking of mentioning the donkey dung, Xiao Lingchuan's expression made her laugh so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, "That expression, hahaha!"

"Yeah, this nickname is absolutely perfect, but, did the master really have this nickname?"

Yuemei thought about it, but she had never heard of it.

"Oh, I lied to him!"

Xiao's mother was very proud, she was far from the indifferent image, but she was still very proud. With his son's temperament, it was really a blessing to find a beautiful and good-natured wife like Haitang. . If the Xiao family survived and suffered unjust injustice, she thought, her son would also be hard to call a daughter-in-law, and he would definitely be the top leftover man among the high schools in Kyoto.