There is Room For the Poor Daughter

  Chapter 20, Acting

  After arriving in Linyi County, Daohua was settled by her parents.

   Although the days are not free when I was in Yanjiacun, it is still warm.

  Perhaps it is because of the guilt that the eldest daughter has not been raised by her side since she was a child. Whether it is Mrs. Li or Yan Zhigao, they are very good to Daohua.

  On the tenth day when Daohua and the others arrived, Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Zhiqiang returned.

  Main courtyard, left wing room.

   "Your second uncle and third uncle, waiting for you to wait for a long time, worrying about your accident on the road, so proposed to pick you up, but unfortunately, you did not meet."

  Ms. Li smiled and talked to Daohua about the reason why Yan Zhiyuan’s two brothers were absent, and put a delicate bead flower on the head of Daohua. After plugging it in, she pulled her up and looked at her with satisfaction for a while.

  In this regard, Dahua is very helpless.

  It seems that every mother likes to dress up her daughter.

  These days, almost every day, Mrs. Li will personally interrogate her dressing.

   Seeing her daughter dressed well, Mrs. Li smiled motherly: "Go, go with your mother to the old lady’s yard to visit your second and third uncles."

When the mother and daughter arrived at Songheyuan, they heard someone crying bitterly.

   "Mother, my son is not filial, so you suffer."

  In the hall, Yan Zhiyuan knelt on the ground, hugging old lady Yan’s legs, crying.

  The honest and kind Yan Zhiqiang stood aside, looking at his mother with red eyes.

   Daohua came in to see this scene, and immediately had an urge to reach out and enlighten her.

  Her uncle, her honest third, but you also step forward to show your filial piety!

  Look at his second uncle, who cried with his nose and tears mixed together, how filial and missing his mother is this!

  And what about him, standing by and watching?

  I don’t know, I thought he didn’t care about his mother.

   "Mother, since my son left Linyi County, he has been looking for Fucheng along the official road. He was inquiring about on the road. He didn't let any inn or resting temple, but he still failed to receive his mother. He is incompetent!"

  Yan Zhiyuan cried and sobbed and said all the things he had done this way. He was tired and anxious in his heart and said it more carefully.

  I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. During the period, he only mentioned himself, not Yan Zhiqiang at all.

  The old lady Yan was very moved by the hearing, and personally wiped the tears and nasal mucus on Yan Zhiyuan's face.

   Daohua looked at it with amazement.

  Good mother, kindness and filial piety!

  If it weren't for her dear third uncle who was still standing next to her, she might have been moved by the affection of both mother and son.

  It’s time to perform real acting!

Daohua let go of Mrs. Li and pinched her thigh. In an instant, water mist filled Xing's eyes, and then ran to Yan Zhiqiang quickly, crying affectionately, "Sanshu, Daohua Miss you so much."

  As soon as these words came out, the old lady Yan and Yan Zhiyuan, who were still motherly filial piety, had a meal together, and they raised their heads to look at Yan Zhiqiang who had been ignored by them.

  The other people in the room were also taken aback, and looked over.

  Here, Dao Huahuan Yan Zhiqiang's arm, her teary eyes dimly: "Uncle San, why have you lost so much? We have only been apart for two months. Have you not eaten well and slept well?"

  Hearing this, the faces of some people in the room became a little weird.

   Seeing Daohua looking at her distressedly, Yan Zhiqiang was very happy. He felt that the niece was not in vain pain. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Uncle San is okay. I'll make it up in two days."

Daohua squeezed a few drops of golden beans: "I know that the third uncle is so tired to pick up my grandmother and me, as well as my third brother. At night, Daohua will make lump soup for you. "

   Yan Zhiqiang's dark cheeks instantly smiled: "Then the feeling is good, you can do more, the third uncle has a big appetite and can eat a lot."

   "There is still me, there is still me!"

   Only 6 years old this year, Yan Wenhui, who has a tiger-headed brain, rushed over and looked up at his eldest sister: "Sister, Wenhui also wants to eat lump soup."

   Daohua smiled and nodded the little guy's head: "Don't worry, our lovely Wenhui is indispensable."

   "That can't be without me, I also love the pimple soup made by my sister." Yan Wentao also smiled and walked over.

   "What kind of pimple soup?"

  Yan Wenkai approached with curiosity.

  Yan Wentao immediately introduced him with a smug look: "I tell you that the pimple soup made from rice flower is delicious, so delicious, San Shugong said, it is so delicious that you can swallow it with your tongue."

  Yan Wenkai looked suspicious: "Really?"

   "Really real." Yan Wenhui raised his hand to testify.

  Yan Wenkai made a decisive decision: "Then I want to eat too."

  Yan Wenhui: "And my mother, my mother also wants to eat."

  Yan Wentao: "And grandmother, grandmother has a bad mouth, and she has to eat pimple soup."

  Yan Wenkai immediately answered: "And my eldest brother, eldest brother reads every day, and he has to make up his mind."

   Hearing this, Yan Wenxiu has a black line in his forehead.

  This silly brother, where did he hear that the pimple soup can nourish his brain?

  Other people in the house:

Isn't    a moving picture of mother and son reunion?

  How did the style of painting change?

  Yan Zhiyuan stood beside the old lady, and seriously looked at the niece who hadn't seen each other much.

   is very good, a few words diverted everyone's attention from him, and also pointed out the filial piety of the third child. This niece is a smart person.

  The old lady Yan smiled and looked at the playful grandchildren, and then waved to San'er.

   Yan Zhiqiang immediately walked over: "Mother!"

  The old lady Yan looked at San'er whose cheeks had been cut, and took his hand and patted: "Thank you."

  Yan Zhiqiang grinned: "It's not hard, but I didn't receive a mother, so my mother was tired."

  Lady Yan Yan: "My mother is not tired, Wen Tao carried my mother all the way."

After   , seeing that the mother and son were almost done, Mrs. Li took Daohua and came to Yan Zhiyuan: "Daohua, hurry up, I’ve seen your second uncle."

   Daohua sighed in her heart.

   Yes, I'm going to kneel again.

  In this ancient time, she could bear other people, but she would kneel when she didn't move, so she couldn't accept it.

  Unfortunately, the form is better than the human, so she has to bow her head.

  "Daohua greets my second uncle. Second uncle has worked hard all the way."

  Yan Zhiyuan raised Daohua with a smile on his face, and looked at her up and down: "This is Daohua. It looks like a real sign. It looks a bit stronger than the noble lady of the family."

  Ms. Li's brows frowned slightly: "Second Uncle is too acclaimed. How can Daohua, a little girl, be compared with Miss Shijia? Don’t say that in the future."

  The appearance of the woman is too good, if there is no strong family background, it is not a good thing.

   Although the master is the seventh-rank magistrate, there are too many officials older than him.

   Feeling Mrs. Li’s displeasure, Yan Zhiyuan smiled and repeatedly said yes.

  Yan Zhigao said at this moment: "Second brother and third brother, why are you coming back so late? But what happened on the road?"

Yan Zhiyuan immediately turned and walked towards Yan Zhigao: "Brother, that's true. After we arrived in Fucheng, while looking for a mother, we heard a news that the court had sent someone to help the disaster, so we stayed in Fucheng and asked about it. "

  Yan Zhigao nodded: "I already know about this. The county government received the news a few days ago."

  Yan Zhiyuan smiled again: "Brother, do you know how many officials the court has sent to the disaster relief?"

  Yan Zhigao: "Huh?" He really didn't know this. He didn't have many contacts in official circles, and the news was a little blocked.

   Yan Zhiyuan was a little excited: "It's King Rui, the emperor's younger brother."

  Yan Zhigao immediately stood up in shock: "What?!" A prince personally came down to help the disaster, this is a rare thing!

  (End of this chapter)