Chapter 11 Impossible, I don’t believe it!
"Grandma's Ling Xier is so filial. Grandma also left some meat porridge for her! Add a few drops of sesame oil and stir it, it will be so fragrant..."

The grandparents and grandchildren returned home in harmony.

Lingxi handed the backpack to the old lady and went back to her room.

She went back to the house and found a pen and paper, and wrote down the locations of some wild fruits, wild yams, wild chestnut trees, etc. that she had encountered in the woods today, thinking about stockpiling some food when it was ready to be harvested, and then began to take inventory of her own food reserves.

Let’s not talk about the things I added to the storage pendant in the woods today.

In the cupboard in the living room, there are several pounds of peanuts, pine nuts, walnuts and pumpkin seeds.

A bamboo box specially used to store snacks, which contained about two pounds of dried sweet potatoes, one pound of fried peanuts, a bag of peach cakes, a bag of mung bean cakes, a bag of White Rabbit milk candies, a bag of peanut candies, a bag of fruit hard candies, and two cans of yellow peaches.

In the small kitchen in the next yard, there were about ten pounds of white rice, about ten pounds of white flour, half a bag of more than ten pounds of corn flour, three or four pounds of red beans and mung beans, and a basket of about fifty or sixty pounds of sweet potatoes.

These visible things were used by the old lady to make delicious food for her from time to time. Lingxi looked left and right and felt that none of them was suitable for her to keep privately.

As she was struggling with her thoughts, she heard footsteps at the door. She subconsciously adjusted her expression and turned around.

At the door, Uncle Pei came over carrying a basket of apples and pears.

"Ling Xier, come and have a look. Uncle San just picked them."

Their village is next to a mountain with abundant resources. There is also a hilltop planted with all kinds of fruits, but no one knows who planted them. However, the place is not close, and you have to climb over two hills to get there!
It is the busy farming season now and few people go into the mountains.

Lingxi was stunned and stood up quickly.

"Why did Third Uncle go into the mountains?"

In fact, I know without asking that it must have happened yesterday and Uncle San feels bad about it.

Uncle Pei lives in the west yard. Normally, they cook by themselves, but during the busy farming season, they cook together with Uncle Pei.

However, because the old lady disliked Pei Fuzhu, over time, Aunt Pei would bring the prepared meals back to their own home.

Therefore, he and his son Pei Bozhu's twin brother Pei Furui were the last to know about Lingxi's fainting.

Uncle Pei has always loved Lingxi as much as his own daughter. When he encountered this situation this time, he thought for a long time but couldn't think of any good idea to make Lingxi happy. Finally, he left work early in the afternoon and went into the mountains to pick a basket of fruits for Lingxi.

Lingxi was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what Uncle Pei meant.

What can she do?
She happily took the fruit and said, "Thank you, Uncle San. Did you keep some? Brother Fu Rui and Sister Fu Zhu also like to eat them."

Uncle Pei smiled and said, "Leave it here, eat it slowly. If it's not enough, I'll pick more for you in two days."

He waved his hand, turned around and walked outside.

He had to go back to the fields. He left early because he hadn't finished his work there. The rest of the work had to be done by his son Pei Furui. If he went there now, he could help Furui finish the work.

Lingxi was stunned, feeling complicated.

This is Pei Fuzhu's biological father, and he is also an elder who loves her in her eyes.

Don't give face to the monk, give face to the Buddha. Because of Uncle Pei, the original owner had never really fallen out with Pei Bozhu.

Now, it has been predicted that if she does not get married this year, she will be a burden to the whole family. To some extent, Lingxi is actually on the opposite side of Pei Fuzhu.

To be honest, Lingxi still couldn't figure out whether Pei Fuzhu was really possessed by a ghost in her dream or he just wanted to find an excuse to marry her off.

If Pei Fuzhu was really visited by her biological father in a dream, Lingxi would not accept it. She was already so timid and honest, and she would shrink as much as possible. How could she possibly drag down the whole family?

But if Pei Bok Joo really uses the title of God's beloved daughter to cause trouble just to marry her off, then what is Pei Bok Joo trying to achieve?

In the mountains, if the younger sister gets married before the older sister, the older sister will be said to be unable to get married!

Lingxi was puzzled.

"What are you thinking about!"

Pei Xuan, who had finished work early and came back from work, saw Lingxi staring at a basket of pears and apples in a daze, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He took a pear and wiped it on his body, took a bite, and smiled: "Uncle San really doesn't mind being tired. The pears on the mountain are the best." Lingxi came back to her senses and smiled: "Uncle San is really good to me."

It is true that he is very kind to Pei Fuzhu, his own daughter.

Ugh!
A little melancholy.

If she and Pei Fuzhu fall out in the future, Uncle San will definitely have the hardest time.

Pei Xuan poked her head with a smile and said, "What are you sighing for, little kid?

"Third uncle is indeed a good person, but Pei Fuzhu is not so good. You should be more careful when you get along with her in the future, and don't be so stupid as to believe everything she says."

Lingxi blinked and nodded obediently.

This third brother is an atheist. He doesn't believe in those gods and ghosts at all. He has been trying to convince Pei Lingxi, but he can't explain clearly why Pei Fuzhu could summon thunder when he was a child, and why Pei Fuzhu could often find good things.

The consequence of no one being able to convince anyone else is that everything goes badly. You believe in yours, and I don’t believe in mine.

Pei Xuan told Lingxi a joke: "Last night, when Pei Fuzhu went out to catch cicada monkeys, she didn't look at the road and fell into the drainage ditch on the side of the road."

Lingxi: “…”

Pei Xuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "You see, her father, God, is not that reliable, otherwise how could Pei Fuzhu fall, right!"

Lingxi: “…”

It makes sense.

She thought about it and decided to tell him what she heard before she fainted.

It just so happened that she also wanted to see what Pei Xuan thought about this matter.

Pei Xuan's leisurely expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Impossible, I don't believe it! What God told me in a dream?!"

"what?"

The old lady brought over a bowl of meat porridge, listened to a few words in a hurry, her eyes instantly spit fire, her expression changed again and again, and finally her expression softened and she asked with a smile.

Lingxi and Pei Xuan looked at each other quickly and shook their heads at the same time: "It's okay."

"Grandma, we still have meat at home. I've been very tired these days. Can you cook something delicious for me?" Pei Xuan quickly stood up and took two spoons from Lingxi's cupboard. He scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth, then put the other clean spoon in the bowl and pushed them in front of Lingxi.

"Eat quickly."

He put the spoon aside and then resolutely stopped moving.

This was the aftereffect of Lingxi always liking to share things with him, and if he didn't eat them, Lingxi would just stare at him eagerly.

Lingxi realized that this was all basic training, and calmly took the spoon and ate slowly.

The old lady was smiling, but suddenly she saw Pei Fuzhu entering the yard, and her face fell, "Our Ling Xier is different from some people. She can bring home several plump sparrows.

Some people think God loves their daughters, but why don’t they see God sending them some pheasants and rabbits? "

Lingxi blinked and glanced at Pei Xuan subconsciously.

Pei Xuan made funny faces at Lingxi and reminded the old lady: "The kitchen..."

"Oh!" The old lady came back to her senses.

"Grandma, you should go to the kitchen and check. There are still sparrows roasting. You'd better not burn them."

The old lady's small feet moved very quickly.

(End of this chapter)