Lord God, do you want a wife?

Chapter 122: The spoiled Jin wants to marry a husband (33)

"Aunt Jiang, are we going to take the chickens away too?"

Bai Nian was holding a vegetable dumpling in his mouth, feeling a little confused.

Their trip to Jiangdu would take at least half a month, so it seemed inconvenient to take the chickens with them.

Mother Yu smiled and tapped her head lightly with her finger.

"What are you thinking about, little girl? I'll make you some chicken soup for lunch. How can I pack up so quickly?"

"Then I'll help too."

As she said this, she stuffed the vegetable dumpling into her mouth and went to the room to clean up.

In the yard, Yu Xiao had already caught a fat hen. He slit its throat and plucked its feathers in a few seconds, then cut it into small pieces, blanched it and stewed it in a pot.

When he walked out of the kitchen and saw Bai Nian busying himself, he joined in.

They worked very quickly, and by noon, the seldom-used items in the house had been packed up and neatly placed on the floor of the main house.

Meimei had a nice lunch and then Shuer came in a carriage.

Perhaps because they were afraid that there were too many things, four carriages came, which was exactly what Bai Nian wanted.

Just as he was directing his servants to move the packed things upstairs, he heard a commotion outside.

Logically speaking, there is only one family, the Yu family, in this area. Who would make a noise outside?

Besides, there are quite a few people listening to this sound.

Bai Nian and Shu'er curiously stuck their heads out from the crack in the door and heard the noise becoming clearer and clearer. The villagers' shouting came one after another, sounding very panicked.

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead—"

"Pull it out quickly! Go call for help!"

The two looked at each other and saw curiosity in each other's eyes.

Then someone in the crowd was heard shouting, "It seems like he's dead."

Bai Nian and Shu'er's curiosity was completely aroused. She gently pushed the door open, and Shu'er followed closely behind her. The two of them walked carefully out of the yard.

Walking towards the crowd, I saw several villagers gathered by the river, pointing at the water, their faces full of fear and anxiety.

There were a few strong villagers trying to lift a child out of the river. The child looked like he had fainted.

Bai Nian squinted his eyes and finally saw who it was.

Her heart sank.

Little twelve?

The little girl who was so lively yesterday!

"Make way—Uncle Yang is here!"

Bai Nian was pushed aside by the crowd and saw Uncle Yang coming with the cow.

The sturdy men also reached the shore at this time, and when they saw Uncle Yang, they rushed towards him.

Little Twelve was quickly placed on the cow's back. Uncle Yang led the cow away. Bai Nian knew that he was trying to save her, so she did not stop him.

Standing in the crowd, just as I was about to walk over to the cow to check on Xiao Twelve, I heard the sound of people around me whispering.

"What a sin! Xu Fang is simply not a human being. How old is this child?"

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with my daughter? Should she be treated so badly? Isn't Xu Fang a woman herself?"

Bai Nian's ears twitched, and he also moved closer in a familiar manner, "Auntie, what you said makes sense, but what's going on?"

When the aunt heard Bai Nian agree with her, she nodded proudly.

Then she leaned in closer and whispered, "It's Xiao Twelve's mother. She heard that there was a family in the county that wanted a child bride, so she wanted to send Xiao Twelve to them. The family offered ten taels of silver!"

Another aunt, with a look of disdain, revealed the inside story: "I heard that it is to be used to send their baby Thirteen to school."

Shu Er pulled her handkerchief aside and said angrily, "What's the difference between this and selling your daughter?"

There is actually a mother who would treat her own flesh and blood like this just for a mere ten taels of silver!

Meanwhile, Uncle Yang had already led the cows around for a few laps, and finally Little Twelve on his back spit out a few mouthfuls of water.

"Oh! It's alive!"

Xiao Twelve's fingers moved slightly and his eyes slowly opened.

He looked at the people around him in a daze, seemingly not understanding what was happening.

Seeing that Little Twelve had woken up, everyone gathered around him, and some aunts even took clothes to cover Little Twelve.

Uncle Yang patted her on the back, took out a piece of ginger and carefully wiped her teeth.

The moment he saw Bai Nian, Xiao Twelve finally burst into tears.

"Wow, sister! I don't want to be a child bride!"

"Little Twelve, don't be afraid, sister is here." She looked at Little Twelve's tearful face and comforted her softly.

"Be good, I won't let them take you away."

Bai Nian's voice was gentle, and Xiao Twelve's tears slowly stopped. She sobbed and hugged Bai Nian tightly, as if she was her life-saving straw.

When Xiao Twelve woke up, he was already dressed in clean clothes.

The clothes were very new, and it was obvious that they were bought by gestures. She touched them gently.

As far as I can remember, she had never worn new clothes. Before that, the clothes were those that her older sisters couldn’t wear, so they were passed from hand to hand until they came to her, the youngest sister.

She looked at the strange house and blinked in confusion.

Later I remembered that she seemed to have fainted in the arms of that beautiful sister.

Was she taken home by her beautiful sister?

Looking around, she found that the room was simply and warmly decorated. The sunlight shone through the window onto the bed, bringing her a touch of warmth.

I tried to sit up in bed, but my body was weak and the movement seemed a little difficult.

At this time, Yu's mother came in with a bowl of chicken soup in her hand.

The chicken soup is cooked until it is golden yellow and full of aroma.

Little Twelve swallowed secretly, staring at the bowl of chicken soup, his stomach growling in protest.

She had never had chicken soup at home. Only Xiao Shisan could eat such food.

Mother Yu looked at her longing eyes and touched her head with some heartache.

He gently placed the chicken soup on the table beside the bed and placed a pillow behind Xiao Twelve so that she could sit up.

"Come on, Little Twelve, drink some chicken soup to replenish your body."

Mother Yu's voice was gentle and caring. She scooped some chicken soup with a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to Xiao Twelve's mouth.

"Thank...thank you, auntie."

Little Twelve spoke softly and opened his mouth shyly, the aroma of chicken soup wafting into his nose.

She held it in her mouth and savored it carefully, not daring to swallow it for a long time. The delicious taste made her eyes light up.

It turns out that chicken soup is so delicious!

No wonder my brother likes it so much!

Mother Yu felt sad again when she saw the satisfied look on Little Twelve's face.

"Drink slowly, there is still a lot." Mother Yu's eyes were full of kindness.

Little Twelve nodded, tears streaming down his face, and finished the whole bowl in no time.

Then, as if he remembered something, his face was full of panic, "Aunt! What time is it now? I still have to go home and cook!"

"Do whatever you want to do. You won't have to do it anymore in the future!" A clear voice came from outside.

Bai Nian walked in with a bowl of porridge, feeling mixed emotions.

A child of only a few years old was treated like this by his own mother.