Chapter 591: Credit (1)
General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 591: Credit (1)
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Dahu had left.
The spot where Qin Canglan sat was quite far from the small courtyard.
In the darkness, the flickering flames of the bonfire were faintly visible.
Su Ergou, Erhu, and Xiaohu were laughing and playing boisterously.
Dahu stumbled and fell with a soft thud.
His tiny milk bottle flew out of his grasp.
It hurts so much.
He picked himself up, blowing on his own knee to soothe the pain.
Limping slightly, he walked over and picked up his milk bottle.
"It doesn’t hurt."
He whispered, while shaking his head.
He wiped away his tears and continued walking forward.
Suddenly, a large, sturdy hand scooped him up and held him firmly against a solid, powerful chest.
Dahu blinked in surprise at the blurred silhouette of the figure in the darkness and asked, "Big Tall Great-Grandpa, are you not sad anymore?"
The night wind on the grassland was chilly, and Dahu’s body felt cold to the touch.
Qin Canglan unfastened his cloak and wrapped it tightly around him.
"Great-Grandpa has been sad about too many things in his life."
"What things made you sad? Dahu feels sad when misses mommy."
After speaking, Dahu carefully thought back again.
"Being locked up made me sad. Being hungry was also sad."
Those once painful memories had gradually blurred in his mind, and Dahu could only occasionally recall a few fragmented images.
Qin Canglan was momentarily stunned.
Had these little ones been locked up before? And even gone hungry?
"Who locked you up?" His gaze darkened.
It better not have been Wei Ting, or he would beat that brat to a pulp!
Dahu scratched his head, as he couldn’t remember.
Qin Canglan looked at the puzzled little one and, for some reason, he thought of Su Cheng.
He gently took hold of Dahu’s hand, which was still scratching his head.
"It’s all in the past now. Don’t think about it anymore. Great-Grandpa promises you that no one will ever lock you up again."
"Mm!" Dahu nodded.
"Big Tall Great-Grandpa, will you still be sad in the future?"
Qin Canglan carried him toward the bonfire.
Though he stood in darkness, he faced the light.
"Yes. But it’s alright for Great-Grandpa to be sad. Great-Grandpa only hopes that the people he protects will never have to be sad again."
Dahu seemed to understand, yet not quite.
Qin Canglan looked at him and asked, "Does Dahu love mommy?"
Dahu nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
Qin Canglan continued, "Will Dahu always protect mommy? Never let anyone bully her, not even your dad."
"Mm!"
Dahu clenched his little fist solemnly.
"Dahu will protect mommy! No one is allowed to bully her! No one at all!"
Qin Canglan smiled.
"You have to keep your word, then."
Dahu nodded vigorously!
Qin Canglan gazed up at the vast, ethereal starry sky overhead.
The Imperial Astrologer had said that if the General Star shifted from its position, a great general would fall.
Perhaps he would soon be able to reunite with Huayin.
Before that day came, what else could he do for these children?
"Dahu, would you like to learn martial arts?"
"What's martial arts?"
"Learning kung fu."
"If I learn kung fu, can I protect mommy?"
"Then you’ll have to become as skilled as me, or at least as good as your dad."
"Who’s stronger, dad or Big Tall Great-Grandpa?"
"Of course, it’s me! Your dad that brat…"
Qin Canglan's sorrow was swiftly overshadowed by his complaints about Wei Ting.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side, the lamb was almost finished roasting.
The plump lamb meat sizzled and dripped, leaving a crispy golden crust on the skin.
The aroma, topped with dry-roasted sesame seeds, was so tempting that even Su Mo, the most refined gentleman in the capital, couldn't resist discreetly swallowing his saliva.
The three small ones each grasped a lamb leg and gnawed on it with their tiny little teeth, chewing away with passionate effort.
The entire family had gathered around the bonfire.
Su Xiaoxiao brought out the prepared scallion oil noodles, each strand of noodle coated in a flavorful, glistening sauce.
With one wonderful slurp, it felt as if the spirit was lifted!
Su Cheng laid on the grass with Su Ergou and the three children after the meal, relaxing with full bellies.
Being full and satisfied, life is truly wonderful!
The spot where Qin Canglan sat was quite far from the small courtyard.
In the darkness, the flickering flames of the bonfire were faintly visible.
Su Ergou, Erhu, and Xiaohu were laughing and playing boisterously.
Dahu stumbled and fell with a soft thud.
His tiny milk bottle flew out of his grasp.
It hurts so much.
He picked himself up, blowing on his own knee to soothe the pain.
Limping slightly, he walked over and picked up his milk bottle.
"It doesn’t hurt."
He whispered, while shaking his head.
He wiped away his tears and continued walking forward.
Suddenly, a large, sturdy hand scooped him up and held him firmly against a solid, powerful chest.
Dahu blinked in surprise at the blurred silhouette of the figure in the darkness and asked, "Big Tall Great-Grandpa, are you not sad anymore?"
The night wind on the grassland was chilly, and Dahu’s body felt cold to the touch.
Qin Canglan unfastened his cloak and wrapped it tightly around him.
"Great-Grandpa has been sad about too many things in his life."
"What things made you sad? Dahu feels sad when misses mommy."
After speaking, Dahu carefully thought back again.
"Being locked up made me sad. Being hungry was also sad."
Those once painful memories had gradually blurred in his mind, and Dahu could only occasionally recall a few fragmented images.
Qin Canglan was momentarily stunned.
Had these little ones been locked up before? And even gone hungry?
"Who locked you up?" His gaze darkened.
It better not have been Wei Ting, or he would beat that brat to a pulp!
Dahu scratched his head, as he couldn’t remember.
Qin Canglan looked at the puzzled little one and, for some reason, he thought of Su Cheng.
He gently took hold of Dahu’s hand, which was still scratching his head.
"It’s all in the past now. Don’t think about it anymore. Great-Grandpa promises you that no one will ever lock you up again."
"Mm!" Dahu nodded.
"Big Tall Great-Grandpa, will you still be sad in the future?"
Qin Canglan carried him toward the bonfire.
Though he stood in darkness, he faced the light.
"Yes. But it’s alright for Great-Grandpa to be sad. Great-Grandpa only hopes that the people he protects will never have to be sad again."
Dahu seemed to understand, yet not quite.
Qin Canglan looked at him and asked, "Does Dahu love mommy?"
Dahu nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
Qin Canglan continued, "Will Dahu always protect mommy? Never let anyone bully her, not even your dad."
"Mm!"
Dahu clenched his little fist solemnly.
"Dahu will protect mommy! No one is allowed to bully her! No one at all!"
Qin Canglan smiled.
"You have to keep your word, then."
Dahu nodded vigorously!
Qin Canglan gazed up at the vast, ethereal starry sky overhead.
The Imperial Astrologer had said that if the General Star shifted from its position, a great general would fall.
Perhaps he would soon be able to reunite with Huayin.
Before that day came, what else could he do for these children?
"Dahu, would you like to learn martial arts?"
"What's martial arts?"
"Learning kung fu."
"If I learn kung fu, can I protect mommy?"
"Then you’ll have to become as skilled as me, or at least as good as your dad."
"Who’s stronger, dad or Big Tall Great-Grandpa?"
"Of course, it’s me! Your dad that brat…"
Qin Canglan's sorrow was swiftly overshadowed by his complaints about Wei Ting.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side, the lamb was almost finished roasting.
The plump lamb meat sizzled and dripped, leaving a crispy golden crust on the skin.
The aroma, topped with dry-roasted sesame seeds, was so tempting that even Su Mo, the most refined gentleman in the capital, couldn't resist discreetly swallowing his saliva.
The three small ones each grasped a lamb leg and gnawed on it with their tiny little teeth, chewing away with passionate effort.
The entire family had gathered around the bonfire.
Su Xiaoxiao brought out the prepared scallion oil noodles, each strand of noodle coated in a flavorful, glistening sauce.
With one wonderful slurp, it felt as if the spirit was lifted!
-Scallion oil noodles
Su Cheng laid on the grass with Su Ergou and the three children after the meal, relaxing with full bellies.
Being full and satisfied, life is truly wonderful!
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