Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

Just after I dozed off for a while, I heard a childish female voice shouting in my ear, "Dad, it's time to eat!"

When Lieutenant General Jing Yuan opened his eyes, he saw a head poking in from the open window.

My scalp tightened and I woke up instantly.

Following the original owner's appearance in his memory, he laughed and scolded, "You little devil, next time when you want to wake up your dad, just knock on the window, and don't stick your head in, it's creepy."

"Lie..." Jing Panpan made a face at her father and ran away quickly.

Alas, children from poor families have to grow up early.

Not to mention the girl from a poor family after her mother passed away.

At the age of 10, Jing Panpan has very consciously taken over the chores of cooking, washing dishes and doing laundry at home.

Of course, during the slack season, all the housework would be done by the father and son who loved their daughter or sister.

Oh, what a sin!

He was a son in the last world and a father in this world!

Life is so unpredictable and bizarre!

Breakfast is simple, sweet potato leaf pancakes, cold cucumber salad, and corn porridge.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan, who grew up drinking nutritional supplements, enjoys eating very happily!

After all, it is the second meal in life, and everything is new and interesting.

Naturally, there is no rule among the villagers that one should not talk while eating or sleeping.

Halfway through the meal, after satisfying his craving a little, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan began to talk about the "strategy to break the impasse" that he had figured out at night.

"Ping An, Dad wants to tell you something."

Jing Pingan chewed the biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it, then he calmly replied:

"What's the matter, Dad? Tell me, I'm listening."

"Your mother passed away in the twelfth month of last year.

Dozens of generations ago, our family were all farmers, so we didn't have to be so particular.

Generally speaking, after observing 100 days of mourning, the younger generation can get married after the New Year.

As for you, you are already this old, Panpan is still young, and without a woman in your family, your life is somewhat miserable."

When Jing Pingan heard this, he frowned, put down his chopsticks, and tried carefully:

"Dad, are you planning to find a stepmother for us?"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan tapped his adopted son's forehead with his finger, "What are you talking about? You're not even listening carefully.

Your father and I are both half-buried in the ground, why bother marrying me!"

Hearing this, Jing Ping'an's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

Fortunately, my father didn’t fall in love with any widow and was determined to marry her.

Jing Panpan, who was standing aside, looked at his father on the left and his brother on the right, his eyes rolling around, very smart.

Jing Ping'an smiled and gently rubbed his sister's head.

Then, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of cucumber and put it into his father's bowl.

"Dad is only 37 years old this year, he is still young!"

"It's rare for a person to live to be 70. Your father and I have already lived for most of our lives."

Perhaps thinking of their mother who had just passed away, the two siblings were silent.

dong dong...

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan tapped the table lightly, and then expressed his thoughts in a gentle voice:

"Ping An, it's like this, I want to ask someone to find you a matchmaker.

We will get married in the first month of next year, and take the girl home to raise her. She will also be the head of our household, sewing soles for our shoes, mending clothes, etc.

When you are old enough, I calculated that it should be the tenth day of the first lunar month in 72, then we can consummate the marriage and have a child. Do you think that’s ok?”

Jing Pingan pursed his lips and asked in a trembling voice, "Which family did Dad choose?"

laugh……

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan laughed and teased, "You are really funny. Don't worry, is it the one you are thinking of?"

Jing Ping'an was delighted and looked at his father for confirmation.

At this time, Jing Panpan gave the answer crisply, "Dad, are you talking about Sister Caihe next door?"

Under the expectant gaze of his two children, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan did not hesitate and nodded decisively.

"Caihe is kind and filial, efficient at work, and good-looking. She is one of the best girls in the surrounding villages.

If her parents had not died early and her family had not had no help, and she had asked to marry with her grandmother, matchmakers would have knocked on the door long ago, and our family would never have been there.

Alas, we are all miserable people.

How can anyone who has experienced war, famine, and fled thousands of miles on foot expect to live a long life?

Your mother must be very content to live to this age.

When she was alive, she had fallen in love with the girl Caihe, and wanted to ask someone to propose marriage to you after the new year.

Now that your mother is gone, your father will definitely have to find a way to make this happen.

Okay, stop standing there and eat quickly. You have to go to work after dinner.

Panpan just stays at home, cleans the house, and feeds the chickens and ducks..."

……

The family had just finished breakfast when a melodious horn sounded over the guerrilla village.

“Beep beep beep~~~, the East is Red, the sun is rising…”