Chapter 22:

When Jiang Xiumei cleaned the house the next day, she found that Jiang Xing's changed clothes were stained with blood.
Jiang Xiumei rushed into his room immediately, picked up the person and asked, "Xingxing, how much did you do last night? You won't beat people up, kill them, and crippled them?"
For them they can't bear their lives!
Jiang Xiumei felt regretful.
Jiang Xing opened his eyes with sleepy eyes, and said vaguely: "How can that be? On the happy days, you can't pass the new year in the chant."
"Then what's going on?" Jiang Xiumei asked him, pointing to the blood stain.
"Hong Li's blood is not mine. During the argument, he held me on his head and got a little bit of it. It didn't get in the way. I taught them a lesson. There is nothing wrong with people. Don't worry, mother."
Jiang Xiumei then let go of her heart.
Jiang Xingjian smiled and drew a stack of hundred-dollar bills from the pillow, and said proudly: "I also brought this back."
Hong Xingguo's five thousand yuan cash was protected like eyeballs, and he also specially wrapped a piece of cloth and bulged it on his chest.
When Jiang Xing drove away in the dark, Hong Xingguo thought he had met the robber, and desperately protected the 5,000 yuan cash, thinking that the money rob was coming.
Jiang Xing simply used the trick and snatched his money. However, Hong Xingguo and Hongli both demanded money and didn't want to kill them. If they could not get them all, they took a thousand yuan.
That's enough, Jiang Xing is happy enough.
Jiang Xiumei was also happy and went to cook happily.
Jiang Xiaoman was the latest to get up. She usually had a biological clock similar to Jiang Xiumei's. She started up as soon as her grandmother started. But last night she lived and had a nightmare. She was not in good spirits, so she stayed in bed for a while in the morning.
"Drink this." Jiang Xiumei saw her come out of the house with a confused look, and handed her a bowl of brown sugar and egg water, which was used to shock.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't say anything, he raised his head and drank everything. The white and tender lips were stained with water, Jiang Xiumei wiped it off for her.
"Grandma." Jiang Xiaoman finally got a little bit more energetic and asked ignorantly, "What is a wild child?"
"Ah... this..." Jiang Xiumei's smile stiffened, and she had already scolded the father and son thousands of times.
Although Jiang Xiaoman is only a child, his mind is very delicate and sensitive. She can cry for a long time just about big flowers and small flowers. Generally, Jiang Xiumei would not tell her such words.
Jiang Xiumei looked embarrassed and hesitated to use what words to prevaricate. She didn't know that her expression fell into Jiang Xiaoman's eyes, which confirmed her guess.
one two Three.
The small mouth is flat, and within a moment, the golden beans will fall away.
"Wow... I know, grandma doesn't want me anymore, she wants to drive me up to the mountain to be a wild monkey, ooh I'm just a kid that nobody wants."
Jiang Xiaoman cried miserably.
While crying, he wanted to go back to the house to pack up, and was so sad that he wanted to run away from home.
Jiang Xiumei was stunned for a moment, pulled the child back, and asked her: "Who told you that grandma doesn't want you anymore? Grandma rares you the most."
Jiang Xiaoman said with a flat mouth: "I dreamed about it last night. Grandma said that I was too wild to be obedient and wanted to be a wild monkey on the mountain. The wild monkey is also a child. Grandma doesn't want me anymore..."
Last night, Jiang Xiaoman thought about this for a long, long time, and couldn't figure it out, so he had a nightmare while sleeping. In the dream, grandma said that.
"..." What's all this.
Jiang Xiumei squeezed her nose and said, "What nonsense? How could grandma not want you? The wild monkey is a wild monkey. How can our Xiaoman be a wild monkey?"
"Then what is a wild child?" Jiang Xiaoman asked blankly while holding her clothes.
"The wild child is...that's..." Jiang Xiumei sighed: "You're right, the wild child is the wild monkey. Haven't heard the story of Sun Dasheng? Monkeys and monkeys are little babies, and they are as cute as Xiaoman. Child."
Of course Jiang Xiaoman knew the story of Sun Dasheng.
In the past, the little broken TV set at home was the story of Sun Dasheng the most.
Bailongma Zhubajie Drifting and Tang Sanzang, Jiang Xiaoman's favorite is Sun Dasheng. This is also her favorite cartoon, and Sun Dasheng is her hero.
Jiang Xiumei said that, Jiang Xiaoman came in for a generation, and instantly didn't feel uncomfortable.
The wild monkey is so majestic, there are Huaguoshan and Shuiliandong, maybe Sun Dasheng will come to play with her one day.
She sobbed and asked, "Will the great sage protect me?"
"Yes, who doesn't like Xiaoman?"
Jiang Xiaoman burst into laughter and was happy.
I had known that when she was dreaming, I had dreamed of Huaguoshan. It's so miserable to only dream of grandma rushing to the mountain to be a wild child. She didn't even see Dasheng Sun, and was shocked to wake up.
She touched her head, stopped crying, and continued to ask: "Then did I jump out of the stone?"
"..."
Jiang Xiumei took out a potato from the vegetable basket and peeled it, and said as he peeled it, "No, it was dug in the soil."
Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment, and murmured: "Dug in the soil?"
As gray as this potato? Mud all over?
But other kids are all white, tender and fragrant!
Why is she different?
Jiang Xiaoman wanted to cry again.
Although she was quite willing to accept that she was a wild monkey, she could not accept the mud all over her body. She is cute and clean, and she doesn't know how many times to wash her hands a day.
"I don't believe it!" Jiang Xiaoman stomped his feet and ran to ask Jiang Xing: "Uncle, where did I come from?"
Jiang Xing was about to go to sleep and replied in a daze: "Of course it was picked up in the trash can."
"..."
Jiang Xiaoman finally couldn't help crying.
She would rather dig it out of the soil than pick it up in the trash can.
Jiang Xiaoman went back to find Jiang Xiumei: "Grandma, did I really dig in the soil? Then when I dug out, did my feet have roots?"
Knowing that Jiang Xiaoman likes it more, she shouldn't say that.
Jiang Xiumei had a headache, and she paused for a while and didn't know how to make up, and said vaguely: "Grandma is old, I can't remember."
Unable to get the answer, Jiang Xiaoman had to squat his mouth and think about it by himself.
Where did she come from?
"Mr. System, do you know?" Jiang Xiaoman asked the system.
The system wants to pretend to be dead, but if it fails to answer such a simple question, it would be too shameful for the system community. But what should I say?
"Host, do you know... Why does Huahua grow big and small flowers?"
Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked, "Is it because I want to eat meat?"
"..." The system said seriously: "Host, your grandma is right."
Jiang Xiaoman stared, "I really dug in the soil?"
"Maybe."
You can't just jump in the rocks.
The script of the system is not so detailed, maybe Jiang Yue dug it back from the soil? Or maybe it was picked from the trash can, who knows.
In short, Jiang Xiaoman was sad for this matter for a long time.
She suddenly felt that she might be a stranger, not the same as other children.
In order to seek approval, Jiang Xiaoman decided to call Yu Qingshi to ask.
"Hello, kid Yu Qingshi." Jiang Xiaoman's tone was rare and embarrassed the first time he asked others, "I have something to ask you."
Yu Qingshi is still the same Yu Qingshi, a dull gourd, he can't speak unless he is a last resort, so he just holds the microphone in his hand and neither speaks nor hangs up.
Jiang Xiaoman said to himself: "Where do you come from?"
"What?" Yu Qingshi didn't understand.
He was forced to speak again.
Jiang Xiaoman thought he hadn't heard clearly, and repeated it again, "Where did you come from?"
"I, I..." Yu Qingshi was stunned for a moment, and found that he didn't even understand the question.
"I don't know either." He was very honest. After thinking about it for a while, he said honestly: "I haven't asked this question yet. I will tell you when I find out."
"That's it." He didn't know either.
Jiang Xiaoman held the microphone and said mysteriously: "I know where you are from."
"Where did it come from?"
"Pick up in the trash can. There are many trash cans in your city, and there are also many children."
"..." Yu Qingshi was so angry that he hung up the phone.
He decided to stop talking to Jiang Xiaoman for a period of time, she is a person, there is something wrong.
But Yu Qingshi was still not convinced.
He decided to ask his father: "Dad, where do I come from?"
Yu Wencheng was eating breakfast and coughed violently.
Is his son finally normal? Will you ask such questions? Is it finally the same as other kids?
Yu Wencheng endured his excitement, and said as solemnly and seriously as possible: "I'll know when you grow up..."
"..." Yu Qingshi turned around and left.
The son took the initiative to communicate with him for the first time. Yu Wencheng thought hard for a long time. That night, he told Yu Qingshi the story of Nuwa's creation of human beings.
After Yu Qingshi finished listening, he immediately ran to show off with Jiang Xiaoman and dialed Jiang Xiaoman's phone.
"I know how I got here."
"Ah? Really? You are so smart." Jiang Xiaoman asked him with bright eyes, "How did you get here?"
"Maybe Nuwa made it with soil. Haven't you heard the story of Nuwa creating a man?"
Yu Qingshi despised her and retelled the story his father had told him.
Jiang Xiaoman was silent for a long time.
Yu Qingshi thought she believed it, and just about to hang up, Jiang Xiaoman said, "That's it."
She understood again: "No wonder I am a little smarter than you, because I dug from the soil."
"..." What a mess.
Yu Qingshi was so angry that he hung up the phone again.
He decided that he would never talk to Jiang Xiaoman again.
Jiang Xiaoman was convinced of this version, and felt that he had been dug out in the soil and pinched by the gods himself.
She was happy, but the system didn't feel right.
Although the host is stupid, it seems to have no loss to it, but it is a system, and it has a scientific spirit of rigorous knowledge.
The system reminded her: "The host, the story of Nuwa's creation of human beings is not true. They are all legendary stories, passed down by word of mouth. Like the tiger mother, they are all fake."
"The tiger mother is fake, but Nuwa may be real." Jiang Xiaoman said.
"why?"
"If Nüwa didn't create humans first, where would the people make up the story of the tiger mother?"
"..."
Host, you are so amazing and smart!
Why does this kind of problem have the same logic as the chicken or the egg?
The system struggled and said: "Then have you ever thought about why Nuwa can create humans by squeezing soil? This is unreasonable."
Jiang Xiaoman was really stumped.
She was stunned, and looked down at the mud under her feet thoughtfully: "Maybe it's the mud playing too well."
"..."
The system was speechless, and the system let her go.
A few days after the new year, the taste of the year gradually faded. Work resumed gradually in the mine, and Jiang Xing became busy.
But this time, he ran more to the city than to the team.
Jiang Xiumei didn't understand what he was playing, so she stopped and asked.
"I saw that the convoy is gradually getting on the right track. I don't need to be in town anymore. Everyone is local. After a year on this road, I can open my eyes even if I force my eyes." Jiang Xing said, "I and Yu Mr. has discussed it, now I have to think of a way to let the team continue."
Jiang Xiumei asked anxiously: "Can't the team drive anymore?"
"No, just in case." Jiang Xing said, "If one day, the mine is finished and Mr. Yu is gone, what shall we do? The road here is not working, and there is nothing else to transport except the mine. So many people will drink northwest wind then?"
Yu Wencheng has been rolling in the business field for so many years, and Jiang Xing has become much more mature during the six months with him. Aside from other things, at least my vision has improved a lot.
"That's the reason." Jiang Xiumei nodded and became anxious, "Then what are you going to do now?"
"Eggs can't be put in the same basket, you will know when I come back." Jiang Xing went out after speaking.
He went to register a new logistics company specializing in the transportation of small goods.
Yu Wencheng reminded that Jiang Xing had already prepared what should be prepared, and the rest was just a matter of formalities.
In the past six months, he has made a lot of money and paid the salary of the brother of the team. There is still a lot left, enough for his turnover.
Jiang Xing went there for four or five days before finishing all the official seals and certificates. When he came back, the beard he hadn't shaved for several days appeared green, but his eyes were bright and excited.
Yu Wencheng was right when he said that if you want to make your business bigger and stable, you still have to expand your customer base. This mountain village is Yu Wencheng a source of customers, which is too passive for Jiang Xing, he has to do business in the city.
"Xiao Man." Jiang Xing looked at the registered documents and official seals, and smiled cheerfully: "Remember what Uncle told you that I want you to go to the best kindergarten?"
Jiang Xiaoman remembered, "Is there a kindergarten in town?"
"We are going to move to the city. There is the best kindergarten in the city."
Jiang Xiaoman's eyes lit up when he heard it, but his eyes soon dimmed, a little happy and a little unhappy.
She has lived here for many, many years. She has lived here since she can remember. If she really leaves, she will be very unaccustomed.
But she wants to go to kindergarten again.
There are slides and children in the kindergarten, so she can do homework and go to school together every day. She can also make more children.
Of course, there are children in the town, but children of the same age as Jiang Xiaoman don’t study, and some of them can only babble, and they can’t speak clearly. The children in the first grade, second grade, and third grade don't like to play with children younger than themselves, and of course they don't want to study with Jiang Xiaoman.
If it were not for this, she would not have become good friends with Yu Qingshi.
Of course, those first-year children didn't admit it because Teacher Tang always praised Jiang Xiaoman's cleverness and made them feel frustrated.
Jiang Xiaoman is a bit lonely after staying alone for a long time. It would be great if I could go to kindergarten, where there are many children like her who love to learn and communicate.
Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a long time, entangled between his hometown and kindergarten, and asked Jiang Xing in a low voice, "Then, we went to the city, can we come back again?"
"Of course, I'll be back after the holiday."
Jiang Xiaoman immediately said: "Okay, let's move! When will we go?"
"Well, the time is not up yet, but it's fast."
"..." You said the same last time!
Jiang Xiaoman felt cheated again and was so angry that he ignored him all night.
Jiang Xing assured her that this time it was true. He was already at the address of Zhang Luo's company and was asking someone to look at the house.
It is only a matter of time before moving after it stabilizes.
Well, trust him this time.
Jiang Xiaoman was resurrected again full of blood.
She felt that such a big matter should be told to Teacher Tang, so she begged Jiang Xing to take her to Teacher Tang's house the next day.
Teacher Tang's home is also in a village near this town, which is relatively remote.
Twenty days after the New Year are winter vacation. He is not in school now, and he hasn't seen Teacher Tang for almost a month. Jiang Xiaoman misses him a little bit.
This year's festive gift has not been sent to Teacher Tang. Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiumei discussed it and decided to let Jiang Xing take Xiao Man and send it.
Jiang Xiumei prepared five pieces of bacon for Teacher Tang, as well as various eggs, dried noodles, and many, many things for Jiang Xing to carry.
Things are not expensive, but the heart has to be conveyed.
Jiang Xiaoman has no memory of last year's festive ceremony. This is the first time he went to Teacher Tang's house.
She ignorantly asked: "Uncle, why did grandma say that she would give Teacher Tang a gift during the holidays?"
"Because..." Jiang Xing paused for a long time, seeming to be recalling something, "Because Teacher Tang is our family's benefactor, and you must know what you are doing."
"Why is Teacher Tang the great benefactor of our family?"
So complicated. Jiang Xiaoman's little head can't turn around.
"Because... Teacher Tang is my sister, that is, your mother's mentor."
"What is a teacher? Isn't it a teacher? Is there any difference between a teacher and a teacher?"
"..." Jiang Xing sighed heavily: "A teacher is a very important and important teacher. Teacher Tang used to be like this. Take your mother to enlighten and study."
So this is ah.
Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head and continued to infer other things: "Why doesn't my mother go to school? Is it because I am as young as I am?"
At that time, reading was a luxury, and eating became a problem. How could their family have spare time and money for their children to study?
His elder sister was a resignation. The family said that she couldn't afford to go to school, so she asked her to help the family honestly, earning work points, and not let her go.
But Jiang Yue didn't. After finishing her work every day, she could make time to go to school and hide under the window to listen in secret.
She picked up the end of a pencil that others didn't want on the ground and wrote with a brick. It lasted for a year, but I was stuck.
If it weren't for Teacher Tang, maybe Jiang Yue wouldn't be able to go to this school.
The things in it are so complicated that Jiang Xing still feels a little embarrassed when he thinks of it.
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoman and sighed: "If you really want to know, you will go to Teacher Tang's house and ask him later."