Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Luo Zhe nodded, with a serious look on his face, "My sister is a good female worker. All our clothes are made by her."

After saying this, he seemed to have remembered something and patted his head.

Putting a large bag of things in his hand into Fu Feng's hand, "I brought these for you."

A large bag of stuff was suddenly stuffed into Fu Feng's hand, and his sadness seemed to be interrupted instantly.

He looked at Luo Zhe and Luo Jiaojiao at a loss, "What are these?"

Luo Zhe scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I brought these for you from home. I'm older than you, so I don't need these anymore."

He seemed to be afraid that Fufeng would be displeased, so he opened the big bulging bag.

"Although I can't fit into these clothes, they are all very good. They were all sewn by my sister stitch by stitch."

"There are also these. These are small toys that my thirteenth uncle made for me. They are also for you to play with. I have grown up and I don't need these anymore."

Luo Zhe took it out one by one and could say two sentences about each item.

It was as if I had saved up everything I had not said in the past few years and said it today.

Even Luo Jiaojiao didn't know why Luo Zhe was so interested in Fufeng and treated him so well.

There is no reason for the fate between people.

Fufeng held the baggage in his hand, his arms were full of clothes and toys, and his heart seemed to be filled with something.

He can't speak.

But he knew that these things in his arms were the best things he had now.

My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't speak.

Finally, the thousands of words in my chest turned into a gentle thank you on the tip of my tongue.

When Luo Zhe heard this thank you, he smiled and rolled his eyes, "You're welcome!"

"This is quite a lot of stuff. Do you want us to help you send it back together?" Luo Jiaojiao looked into Fufeng's eyes and asked.

Fufeng tightened the things in his hands and said, "No, I will protect them from letting anyone snatch them away."

Luo Jiaojiao corrected, "These things are not important. If someone takes them away, take them away. Don't go head-on with others. Things are dead after all, and people are the most important."

Luo Zhe echoed, "Yes, these things are not important. If someone robs them, I will just get them for you."

Anyway, he still has a lot of clothes in his room.

Fufeng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the rolling emotions in his eyes.

Someone had said these words to him before.

Later... there was no more...

After a long moment, Fufeng nodded solemnly, "I know."

Even so, if someone came to snatch these things, he would never let them snatch them away.

Luo Jiaojiao pointed to his clothes with a big tear and said, "Go and change out of this clothes. I will take it back and let my sister patch it up for you."

Fufeng heard the words and did not refuse.

He took out a green and lotus-colored gown from the baggage given by Luo Zhe and walked behind a tree to change clothes.

Although there was a tree blocking it, they could still see the large and small scars on Fufeng's back as he moved.

The combination of new and old injuries constitutes the current Fufeng.

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe were both silent.

In this world, it is true that everyone has his own suffering.

Soon, Fufeng walked towards the two of them with the clothes he had changed into.

There was a faint smile on his face, a smile from the heart that he couldn't help but smile when he put on new clothes.

Luo Zhe's clothes were just the right length for him, but he was too thin and the clothes were a bit too wide.

But fortunately, the style of the clothes is good, Fufeng looks good, and when worn on him, he has a refreshing feeling like the blooming of green lotus.

"This dress suits you just right. It would be nice if you were a little fatter." Luo Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Luo Zhe nodded in agreement.

Speaking of this, Luo Jiaojiao patted her head, "By the way, have you not eaten yet?"

Fufeng pinched the material of his new clothes and wanted to say that he had eaten and was not hungry.

"Guru~"

His face turned red instantly, from his blush to the root of his neck.

He felt that he was really the worst person in the world. He had obviously taken so many things from others and shouldn't have reached out, but yet he was ignorant of current affairs and kept talking about empty money.

Luo Jiaojiao took out two rice balls, which were wrapped in oil paper.

She put a rice ball into Fu Feng's hand.

Then he peeled off the oil paper of another rice ball, revealing a round rice ball wrapped in seaweed skin. The rice ball was still steaming.

Just smelling the rice balls made his stomach growl.

Fufeng's face turned red again.

Luo Jiaojiao put the peeled rice ball into Fufeng's hand, "Hurry, eat it while it's hot!"

"We won't accompany you anymore. We have to go to the study to read later."

Fufeng nodded and watched them leave.

He looked at Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe with deep envy in his eyes.

Go to the study room...

He knew how to go to the study room, which was where the princes, princesses and children of the palace ministers studied.

He also wants to read and learn to read.

It doesn't matter if you go to the study room, as long as you can read and write.

Fufeng shook his head, picked up the baggage on the ground, and walked slowly towards Leng Palace.

It's very good now. Although Leng Gong can no longer eat, he got to know the two of them...

He felt that maybe his mother had a spirit in heaven and was protecting him...

Luo Zhe seemed to have found interest. As soon as he came back from the palace, he went back to his room to pick up things that Fufeng could use.

What's more...

"Fourth brother, I want a few bottles of gold-creating medicine."

Luo Jue's expression changed when he heard this, and he grabbed Luo Zhe's hand and looked up and down.

If it wasn't enough, he grabbed Luo Zhe's hand and started to feel his pulse, "I've been feeling a little angry lately. I'll prescribe you two pills later."

Luo Jue frowned, "You're not injured, what do you need Jin Chuang Yao for?"

"If Jiaojiao gets hurt in the palace, I can give her medicine. I am my brother and I have to take care of Jiaojiao."

Luo Jiaojiao on the side:?

It's not my business?

Unexpectedly, Luo Jue actually believed it.

He nodded seriously, "That's true. I'll get you a few bottles later."

He reached out and rubbed Luo Zhe's head, and his voice was like a breeze blowing on his face, "Xiao Liu has grown up and knows how to take care of his sister."

"I already knew..."

Luo Zhe was not telling a lie. He always responded to Luo Jiaojiao's requests.

Luo Zhe, who got the Jinchuang Medicine, stuffed the Jinchuang Medicine into his small cloth bag.

In addition to the first time he brought such a big baggage to send clothes to Fufeng, Luo Zhe later asked Luo Yan to sew him a small cloth bag of the same style as Luo Jiaojiao's and hang it on his body.

"With Fourth Brother's Jinchuang Medicine, Fufeng won't be afraid of being beaten anymore." Luo Zhe rambled.