Chapter 125

"It's really pitiful that such a little man should encounter such a disaster."

After hearing Yang Qian's words, Mrs. Han couldn't help but feel red eyes and sighed. She gently tucked in the quilt of the sleeping little girl.

Yang Qian looked at her frowning brows even in her sleep, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

"I asked the doctor in Fengqiu, and he said she was probably too frightened to the point of being aphasic, and I'm afraid she needs to be cared for.

As for when I will be able to speak, I'm afraid it's hard to say..."

"Mom, there is one more thing. The child feels that she is still so young and her relatives are no longer here, so she might as well stay in the house."

Mrs. Han glanced at Yang Qian, nodded slightly and said, "It's rare for my son to be so compassionate, so let her stay."

"It's really pitiful to have experienced so many ups and downs at such a young age."

"It's just that she is silent and doesn't know her name. At least she has a name."

"Mother's words make sense. It will naturally be up to you, mother, to make the decision." Yang Qian nodded.

The butler Song Bu, who also had a look of sympathy on his face, said he was convinced.

"What the young master said is absolutely true. Please also ask the mistress to give this poor child a name."

Mrs. Han carefully looked at this little girl who looked like a snowball.

"Look at her, her skin is whiter than snow, impeccable, and her eyes look like they can talk.

If she were older, she would be a very beautiful little lady..."

"She has encountered so many hardships at such a young age. I hope she can forget these hardships and live happily."

"Well, let's just call her Wugou. This is the Yang Mansion, so how about giving my son the same surname as Yang Wugou?"

"Wugu, my heart is not stained with dirt. Yang Wugu, this is a good name."

Yang Qian looked at this little girl who was like a ball of dough, and felt more and more that she matched the name very well.

The autumn wind rustled, and the wild grass was already turning yellow and green. On a gentle slope at the east end of Daze Village, there were several more graves.

There are all kinds of offerings, incense and candles in front of the tomb.

The ground in front of the grave was covered with ashes of burned paper, and white soul-calling flags were swaying in the rustling wind.

Several monks recited scriptures leisurely and solemnly.

The little girl looked confused, but she also heard Han's instructions, whose eyes were filled with love and compassion.

He kowtowed three times politely, then stared blankly at the grave without saying a word.

Yang Qian on the side walked forward and saluted in the direction of the grave.

He turned around and stretched out his hand to the little girl. "Wugou, please get up, the ground is cold."

Yang Wugou, who was dressed in snow-white mourning clothes and had black hair spread over his shoulders, held Yang Qian's hand and stood up.

Yang Qian got down on one knee and looked at Yang Wugou's body, which was wrapped in white mourning clothes and looked so delicate.

He looked increasingly dustless and innocent, and his ethereal and deep black eyes were full of helplessness.

"From today on, if you are willing, you will be Yang Wugou, my biological sister, Yang Qian.

If you have a mouthful of food from your brother, you will definitely not be hungry. From today on, you will not suffer any further harm.

Even if I, the King of Heaven, want to touch a hair on your head, you have to ask me first if I agree."

Yang Wugou looked at Yang Qian's beautiful and warm smile seriously.

Although she could not speak, every word and every smile Yang Qian said was deeply engraved in her heart.

Seeing Wu Guan gently nodding his head, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.

Yang Qian also laughed, hugged Yang Wugou in his arms, and began to point in the distance.

This, in the future, will be Yang Wugou's home.

Mrs. Han looked at Yang Qian and felt very pleased. Her son was growing up much faster than she expected as a mother.

Turning his head, he clasped his hands towards the tomb and said a silent blessing in his heart.

"Sister, although I don't know your last name, don't worry.

My uncle is a true gentleman who keeps his word, and he has promised that he will definitely protect your daughter."

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The boy, wrapped in bandages, was lying in the swaying cabin of the ship, staring blankly at the cabin.

A young man carrying a bowl of steaming fish soup walked into the cabin.

"Come on, drink it quickly. This is the fish soup that the boss of the boat specially asked me to make for you."

With a numb expression, the boy struggled to sit up.

"I won't eat or drink. I'm going to Fengqiu to save my mother and my sister."

The young man who brought the fish soup said helplessly.

"Little brother, the boss of the ship said that after you recover from your injuries, you can go wherever you want.

With your body and bones, it’s good that you didn’t drown, but you still want to save others?”

The young man tried to persuade him, but when he saw that the boy was still sitting there with a stubborn face and said nothing, he shook his head helplessly.

When he turned around to leave, he thought about it and put the fish soup down casually. "Eat it if you like. If you don't eat it for a while, I will feed it to the dog."

The young man stared angrily, and after the young man left, his expression became bleak again.

The smell of fish soup floated in the cabin, and the stubborn young man who had been on hunger strike for almost two days began to think seriously.

If you want to live, you must recover from your injuries before you can find your mother and sister.

Even if...even if something unexpected happens, I will make those thieves pay a sufficient price.

He looked at his skinny arms and rubbed his belly, which was dripping with acid.

The young man decided to work hard to get well as soon as possible and drank the fish soup.

After just one sip, the young man's eyes turned red and tears flashed in his eyes. This fish soup was so fragrant...

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It is late autumn and almost winter, and the Yang Mansion's 20,000 acres of fields are still vacant except for the 1,000 acres intended for planting rice.

The rest have already been planted with Sumai, although they are still seedlings now.

But in this mixed yellow and green wilderness, there are large expanses of lush greenery.

In the school, the sound of reading was loud, Wen Sixing was very conscientious, and the children were also studying hard.

The entire Daze Village seemed to be on the right track, and Yang Qian was sitting on the couch at the moment, telling a wonderful fairy tale with great emotion.

Yang Wugou sat quietly aside and listened with his head tilted. His dark eyes seemed to be invisible and he had a serious expression.

Han Shi, who was doing needlework next to her, was smiling.

Her little face, which had become thinner, became rounder and rounder, as if she was blowing air, making her look extra cute.

The entire Yang family was full of love and affection for this delicate and beautiful little girl whose skin was as fair as snow and powder.

Yang Qian tells the story of an ugly duckling turning into a swan, but this is only half of the story.

Manager Liu rushed in with a loud voice and a sweaty voice.

"Mother, a large group of people came from Xia Ze Village, carrying sticks and forks. They said they wanted to seek an explanation for those who hurt them in Daze Village the day before yesterday."

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows and stood up. "Send someone to Xingze to ask the government to come forward. Where is Uncle Song?"

"Uncle Song is trying to persuade me, but those people in Xiaze Village don't understand.

We must force Daze Village to hand over the murderer, otherwise, they will retaliate in kind."

"When did Daze Village start fighting with Xiaze Village again?" Yang Qian was also a little confused.

Manager Liu explained helplessly.

"Just a few days ago, there was a quarrel by the river. Several young boys on both sides had a fight, and one of the other's legs was broken..."

Yang Qian was quite dumbfounded. He had been thinking about solving the water dispute between Daze Village and Xiaze Village.

As a result, before the water dispute was resolved, something like this happened again here.

"Mother, let's go take a look."

"Now that my son has become the governor, it's time for you to step in and take care of things." Mrs. Han was very pleased that her son took the initiative to ask for help.

"Let Uncle De and the others accompany you there. If anything happens to the villagers in Xiaze, they can protect you."

When Yang Qian saw that Yang Wugu also wanted to stay and follow him, he quickly stopped him and said softly.

"Sister, how about you stay here? My brother is going out for a while and will be back soon. He will continue to tell you stories when he comes back."

"Yes, Wu Gu, be good and stay here with your aunt, okay?" Han said affectionately.

Yang Wugou looked at Han, then at Yang Qian, and then nodded seriously.

Seeing her so cute and cute, Yang Qian's heart almost melted.
Chapter completed!