After hearing what I said, Hou Licai looked at me with a look of enlightenment, and looked at me in surprise: "Why is it you? Your appearance has changed so much that I didn't even recognize it."

I smiled coquettishly and chatted with him for a few more words in a formal manner. After chatting for a few words, I finally brought the topic to Houli's youngest son and asked him if the child had a name and other family matters.

Because if I talk more about the topic between Houli and the boy, I will definitely expose the secret. The ghost is the boy he saved. I just suddenly remembered it and used it as a cover.

There are no coincidences in the world, and this sentence still makes sense. When I asked if the child had a name, Houli immediately sat on the stool and shook his head, saying that the child was just born this morning, and he hadn’t decided on a name yet.

When he said this, Hou Li's face actually looked sad, and he was not happy about having a son in the family.

Yes, I glanced at the three children bouncing around in the house. From the moment I came in, I noticed that there seemed to be only Mr. and Mrs. Houley, his mother and three children in this house.

Now one more has been added.

Except for Houli, there is no other male labor force in the family. Houli takes care of such a large family by himself, so you can imagine how tired he is.

"Then, let's name the child Xiao Wu." Ling Dang suddenly interrupted and looked at Hou Li with squinted Ya Jing. Hou Li shuddered when he stared at her, and his expression changed slightly.

I noticed the change in Hou Li's expression, and quickly stood up and gave Ling Dang a slap on the back to signal him to stop talking nonsense. Maybe I didn't control the force well, but I hit Ling Dang so hard that he bowed down.

He squatted on the ground with a look of pain.

"Er Xiaolin, it's okay. Xiaowu is a pretty good name." Hou Li saw that I was so good at the bells and said quickly. He waved his hand at me and said with a smile: "You city people know how to name names, in our village

None of the names sounds good to you. Now that your friend said your name is Xiao Wu, I think it sounds pretty good. Then let’s call her Hou Xiaowu.”

Xiaolin is the name of the boy who was rescued by Hou Li. He remembered it after I reminded him just now. That's why he called me that.

Since I was acting as a substitute, I had no choice but to agree.

Houli smiled innocently, and I frowned and stared at Bell squatting on the ground, while Bell stuck out his tongue, looking like his plot had succeeded.

"By the way, little brother, what's your surname?" Hou Li stretched out his hand to Lingdang, and Lingdang stood up with the help of his arm: "In case your surname is Gao, just call me Lingdang."

"Well, Ling Dang is a good name." Houli praised. Ling Dang nodded helpfully and said that his father and mother gave him this name after thinking about it for a long time.

I twitched my lips as I listened. Do I have to think about the word "bell" for a long time? The thinking of ancient people is really unique.

After Lingdang successfully achieved his goal, he happily ran over and started playing with the three children. Houli chatted with me for a few more words, then left the house and walked to the kitchen.

I went to help the old lady cook.

I moved the small bench to the door of the house, sat next to the wall, and began to play with my phone boringly while basking in the sun. Houli persuaded Lingdang and I to stay for dinner, and we followed his wishes.

After all, how could he leave without seeing Xiao Wu's face? Ling Dang probably didn't want to.

"Lao Hou! Lao Hou!"

Just as I was scrolling through the news posts, several anxious shouts rang out from the room with hair balls hanging on one side. Because they sounded suddenly, they even startled me.

I nervously grabbed the phone and looked towards the house. The door panel of the house was ajar, with only a gap exposed.

The voice that shouted was a woman's voice. It didn't have to be Houli's wife. There was still some distance between the room and the kitchen. Houli, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, did not hear the woman's voice.

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The three children were also excitedly playing games with the bell, and none of them took the time to help their mother call out the person she was calling.

I smiled helplessly and stood up from my seat. I put my phone in my trouser pocket and knocked on the kitchen door. The kitchen had very low eaves and the most primitive stove was used for cooking.

The stove is made of wheat straw and mud mixed with bricks, and is divided into three layers: the top is a pot, the middle layer is for fire, and the lower layer is for ventilation.

I stood at the door of the kitchen, and bursts of thick smoke hit me along the eaves, hitting my whole face. The first thing to be hurt was my eyes, which were really spicy.

The thick smoke made me want to cough, and my eyes were so sore. I quickly covered my entire face with my palms, and then shouted: "Brother Hou, my sister-in-law is yelling at you."

"Oh, here we come." Houli's voice sounded, and the sound of chopping vegetables stopped. Within a few seconds, his figure appeared in front of me.

In his hand, he held a bowl of dark soup. I smelled the soup. Well, it had a pungent smell of bitter medicine. It seemed that the family had boiled it for Houli's wife to replenish her health.

"Medicine for my wife." Seeing me staring at the Chinese medicine, Houli lifted the soup bowl up with a smile, and then explained to me.

I laughed and waved my hand quickly: "Haha, okay, Brother Hou, hurry up and send it to your sister-in-law."

Houli responded with a smile, and then walked towards the house where his wife lived with the Chinese medicine.

I bent down and saw clearly what was going on inside the kitchen. The old lady was hunched over hard, chopping vegetables on a chopping board that was half a person tall.

But because the old woman moved slowly, she never heard the sound.

With a quick glance, I noticed that the fire in the stove was about to go out. So I took a deep breath and broke into a farmhouse kitchen that I had never entered before.

After entering, I felt like I couldn't breathe. The thick smoke went straight into my nose and eyes, making me unable to open my eyes.

I was forced to open the beast pupil helplessly, so that I could see things.

"Grandma, I'm here to help." I said to the old woman who was still chopping vegetables slowly. The old woman turned around, smiled at me and said, "You can just sit in the room, I will do it."

"Oh, grandma, I happen to have nothing to do, so I'm here to help you. I just have something to do for myself." I chuckled, and then the old woman turned her head to the chopping board and said, "Young man, go and help me."

Let’s catch fire.”

I hummed and hurriedly ran to the stove. I just ran in because I saw that the fire was about to go out. "Tsk, I should fix it." I said this and quickly picked up the wood beside the stove.

Throw the stick inside.
Chapter completed!