Chapter 3261： Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (46

Chapter 3261 Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (46)

At this moment, a muddy little boy rushed in with a pile of wild vegetables, and leaned on the straw mat, his eyes flushed:

"Grandma...Don't die, don't die, Qingyang is obedient, and never be naughty anymore."

"Grandma, look, Qingyang will find something to eat. This is what I just found in the forest at the foot of the mountain. This is edible. Many aunts are digging."

The little boy pushed all the wild vegetables he picked up to his grandmother, crying and anxiously indicating that he had grown up.

Wiped tears indiscriminately with his muddy hands, he obediently knelt on the edge of the straw mat.

"Grandma, Qingyang will never let you work anymore. From now on, I will dig a lot and dig a lot, so that we won’t be hungry. Grandma, don’t die, I don’t want you to die."

The little boy wanted to be strong, but faced with the fear of losing his only relative, he couldn't stop shaking, and he couldn't stop his tears. Finally, he fell on his grandmother and started loudly.

The old man's big, thin hand covered with dark spots, tightly grasped his grandson's small muddy hand, and said with a whole face, "Qingyang, obedient."

"In the future, listen carefully to what your brothers and sisters say, work more and eat less, so that you can't make them angry, you know?"

"Grandma, don't you want me anymore? You want to leave, don't you want Qingyang?" Xiao Qingyang was very disturbed and at a loss.

At a young age, he has experienced the death of his younger sister one after another, and the death of grandpa, grandpa, and grandmother. Now it is the turn of the grandmother who always keeps him in his hand.

Why is this all?

They used to live well in the small town. Suddenly, Dad has no livelihood, and the family can’t afford to eat. There are also many people robbing things on the street, many people who rushed away carrying cloth bags.

The family was so hungry that they couldn't even drink water. In the end, they could only pack up some soft and a few pieces of clothing and escape with others.

But along the way, I found people fleeing famine everywhere, starving to death, sick to death, and thirst to death.

And wherever they go, they will be driven away like wild dogs.

After finally coming to this mountain, there is no need to go to the ditch to add muddy stinky water, and no need to eat grass roots and bark. They have clean water to boil and drink, and there are wild vegetables to pick, and it’s okay. Farming.

He originally thought that he and Grandma would live back the kind of peaceful days before, but he did not expect that even Grandma would leave him.

Qingyang doesn’t understand, why doesn’t it rain all of a sudden, why there’s no food in the ground, why my father did a good job and suddenly disappeared, and why his relatives would leave him one by one.

"Qingyang, don't you listen to Grandma?"

The old man felt sorry for his grandson, but at this time he could only harden his heart and calm his face.

"Listen, I listen, Grandma, don't die, I'm scared, I'm so scared."

Qing Yang shook his head vigorously, teardrops flying in the air, tightly holding Grandma's arm and refused to let go, as if only in this way can he feel more secure.

The old man worked hard to cheer up, stretched out his skinny hand and touched his head: “Don’t be afraid, Qingyang is a strong child. Even if Grandma is gone, he will definitely be able to live strong.”

"And Grandma will always look at us Qingyang from the other side. When Qingyang grows up, we have to marry a wife, we have to start a family, and we have a lot of children."

After taking a couple of breaths, the old man blinked slightly, and a teardrop dripped silently from the corner of his eye, soaking the white hair on the temples.

(End of this chapter)