Chapter 9 Mr.

Seeing the children being driven away by themselves, the little girl in red snorted proudly, turned her head, and looked at Guan Ping with a pair of bright eyes, "Are you all right?" Gan Ping raised his head and suddenly saw this look full of concern, and was stunned again. Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you all right? The little beggar before the meeting looked at herself in a daze without saying a word. The little girl was a little angry.

The old man hurried forward, pulled the curious little girl and said, "Linger, don't mess around." The girl named Linger snorted, flattened her mouth and didn't squeak.

At this time, the old man turned his head and looked at Gan Ping, "Baby, what's your name and where did you come from?" My name is Gan Ping. When Gan Ping heard the old man ask himself, he subconsciously answered. Suddenly, he saw that the little girl was staring at him. He couldn't help but weaken and his words began to speak.

"So you're not dumb, so I just asked you why didn't you say it? You are so abominable. What's your name, Gan Pingping? You don't look like a man at all, like a little girl. No wonder you didn't dare to say it just now. Before Gan Ping finished his voice, Ling'er's words came out like a cannon. When Gan Ping heard this, he couldn't help but look up and said, "My name is Gan Ping, not Gan Pingping. I'm a man, but I'm not..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Linger looking at him fiercely. He couldn't help but feel guilty for a while, and his momentum also fell down. He secretly hated how he was afraid of such a little girl. In the mountains, the tiger was not afraid, and he didn't even say anything when he saw her.

The old man frowned and said to Linger, "Linger, have you forgotten how Grandpa told you? The girl's family doesn't look dignified at all. Who likes this? How can she get married in the future? "The old man is old and talks a lot. Seeing that his granddaughter is not good, he let Xiao Ganping go and teach his granddaughter a lesson.

Gan Ping listened to what he said interestingly, and there was a smile on the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he saw the little girl opposite him with big eyes looking at him. He couldn't help lowering his head and laughing secretly. Linger was angry and said loudly to Gan Ping, "Kid, you are laughing at me. Grandpa, if you don't ask who this kid is, what to say? Are you up to me?" She shouted with a little ghost and didn't think about how old she was.

When the old man heard his granddaughter say this, he quickly coughed twice and turned his head to look at Gan Ping, "Isn't Gan Ping? Where are you from? Where do you want to go? Where is your home? Where are the parents? The old man asked Xiao Ganping, who was stunned for a while, and his name was Gan Ping, but where is his home? Where are your parents? He didn't notice the old man's surprised eyes. He lowered his head and tried to recall his life, but he couldn't remember where he was from. This memory aroused the memory of the two masters, Xuanmingzi and Huolong, in his mind, which made his head more chaotic. He couldn't stand the tide-like message and shouted. I fainted.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the anxious squeak of the fire and the cheerful voice of the little girl named Linger. Monkey, monkey, look, a red-haired monkey. The noisy voice in his ear made Gan Ping slowly open his eyes, and a gray linen tent came into his eyes. He quickly looked around and found himself lying on an old wooden **. Although it was old, the thick bedding under him made him feel comfortable and almost moaned. He slept in the mountain forest for more than a month. Gan Ping felt that he was about to become a monkey. He stroked the soft bedding under his body, and Gan Ping had the impulse to cry.

He sat up from ** and looked at the furnishings in the room. An old wooden table in the middle of the room looked the same style as this bed, with a huge pottery pot and a rough tea bowl on it. There are two stools on the edge of the table, and there is a large old wooden box with some sundries on it. It seems that he has been rescued.

Just as Gan Ping was watching around, a fiery red shadow jumped on the table from outside the door. Suddenly, he found that Gan Ping, who was sitting there, shouted and rushed into his arms. The same red figure outside chased in, and shouted, "Little monkey, don't run, here you..."

Seeing Gan Ping wake up, Linger immediately shouted to the outside room happily, "Dad, mother, grandpa, he is awake." After shouting, he immediately rushed to Gan Ping, "Little beggar, are you awake? Why did you faint? Is this monkey yours? Give me a hug. I've been chasing it for a long time. Hurry up and give me a hug..." He said and reached out to grab the fire in Gan Ping's arms, but the fire broke her teeth and didn't let her get close. Gan Ping was noisy by the little girl and felt dizzy for a while. He looked down at the fire that was resisting the little girl's claw attack, and the fiery red fur on his body. It's messy. It seems that the little girl "loves" it a lot.

Just as the two people in the room were making a mess, several people came in outside the door. One of them was the old man at the village entrance that Gan Ping had met. The old man saw his granddaughter fooling around and quickly scolded, "Linger, don't mess around. There are outsiders. Mr. Zhang is looking at you." Linger, who was dragging Huo's leg and desperately wanted to drag it out of Gan Ping's arms, heard this and turned around in a hurry. She pulled her clothes and said, "Good, Mr. Zhang."

A middle-aged man near the door nodded faintly, turned to Gan Ping, and asked, "Your name is Gan Ping, right? Where are you from? Where are your parents? Gan Ping was looking curiously at the middle-aged man who could calm the crazy girl down. Seeing that she turned her head and asked herself, she quickly jumped out of bed and answered honestly, "My name is Gan Ping. I'm from the mountain forest. I don't know who my parents are."

"Mountains and forests? But in the mountain forest in the north? Seeing that Gan Ping affirmed his doubts, the middle-aged man hissed in surprise, and the others were also extremely surprised. The old man said, "From the north, how is it possible? Our Majiaji is already the closest village to Jitianling in this area. I haven't heard that there are still people living in it after living for so many years.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was also surprised. He quickly asked Gan Ping several questions one after another, and Gan Ping honestly talked about his experience these days. Of course, I didn't say my strange power and experience of riding the panther. Otherwise, maybe the person opposite would drive me out as a monster. I just said that I woke up in the forest and walked here for many days.

Several people have no doubt about him. After all, Gan Ping looks like a small child, and he will definitely not lie in their eyes. The old man said, "This child is really pitiful. He can't remember where his home is. How can he do this?" After saying that, he looked at the middle-aged man. The man was more than 40 years old, with a square face and a few long beards floating under his chin. There was a kind of bookiness. Seeing Xiao Ganping looking at him with hope, he couldn't help reading his beard and said, "This is also difficult to do. This child is really dangerous. After walking around in the dangerous forest for so many days, he is safe and sound. Well, since it is arranged by God to come to Ma Jiaji, and then say this Ma Jiaji, you have to walk nearly a hundred miles to get to the city. How can the little child ask him to go?

The old man quickly said, "What Mr. Zhang said is that the child is also suffering, but there is no extra bed in my family. This..." Mr. Zhang looked at him and understood what he meant. There was no extra bed, but there was no extra rations to feed the child. Well, in a blink of an eye, he looked at Xiao Ganping's eyes full of hope. His heart softened, and his compassion rose. He sighed, "Well, my house is living alone, but it's bigger. Mr. Ma, I'll go back and clean up and let him move in with me."

The old man Ma even claimed that he was. Mr. Zhang took a look at Gan Ping and turned around and went out of the door. At this time, a woman next to him rushed over, took Xiao Ganping's hand, and said to him, "Are you hungry? Come on, aunt cooked porridge and ate a little. After saying that, she pulled Gan Ping and went out. The woman was Ma Zhangshi, the mother of Linger. Ma Zhang had been worried about giving birth to a girl. Seeing that other people's boys were very envious. This time, the ragged little Ganping was carried back to his house. He couldn't help thinking about leaving the boy at home, but his father-in-law and father-law The husband unanimously objected, and Ma Zhangshi also understood that these people in the family were only reluctant to eat, but there was nothing they could do to keep Xiao Ganping.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang took in Gan Ping. This gentleman is the only teacher in the village and the only scholar. He is highly respected. Every child will have filial piety to support him. Gan Ping followed him, at least he was not hungry. What made Ma Zhang's happiest is that Mr. Zhang's private school is next to her home. They meet every day. The boy is not his own son, but also his own son. The old horse head looked at Ma Zhang's careful thinking and did not stop him. There was no grandson, but he was also a part of his heartache. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ma Zhang. He took Gan Ping to dinner and couldn't help nodding slightly.

The fragrant millet porridge, half a salted egg, Ma Zhangshi took out a piece of bacon from nowhere, cut it with a knife, chopped it into minced meat and sprinkled it into a sweet bowl. This made Ma Linger, who was holding a porridge bowl and holding half a small salted egg, was very ind and shouted aggrievedly, "Mom, I also want meat." Then all Ma Zhang's thoughts are on the cheap son he picked up here. There is no way to pay attention to her. Looking at Gan Ping, he didn't even raise his head, waved his hand and said, "No, no, isn't there an egg? Don't you eat it if you don't even have eggs?

It's okay not to mention the eggs. When it comes to the salted egg, Ma Linger pouted angrily. The mother of the egg at home was marinated and said that she would keep it until the Spring Festival, but after a while, she could still give herself a craving. But when the little guy came, he even cut a piece of New Year's bacon for him, and his salted egg was left. Half of it, it's just a small half. I can't help flattening my mouth and about to cry aggrieved.

Looking at the fragrant millet porridge, Gan Ping has been drooling for a long time. These days, he is full of nausea when he eats wild fruits. Now when he sees this rice porridge, his eyes are almost green. Seeing Ma Zhang smiling and signaling himself to eat porridge, he quickly picked up his rice bowl. As soon as he wanted to move the chopsticks, he caught a glimpse of the crying little girl over there who was choking. God looked at himself and looked at her bowl. Gan Ping suddenly realized that he resisted the impulse to pour a bowl of porridge into his mouth. He approached Ma Linger with the bowl, put most of the minced meat into the little girl's bowl, and then gently changed half of the eggs of the two, and then ignored her and ate it. .

The old horse head sucking eye bags outside the door. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help nodding. The child's heart is not bad. Ma Linger was not so greedy that she must eat meat. She just felt that Xiao Ganping stole her limelight and was very disgrunted. But when she saw Gan Ping like this, she also felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to say something, but she saw that Gan Ping buried his head in a big bowl like a starving ghost, snoring and eating, and couldn't help staring at him. I also picked up the bowl and ate it.

Ma Linger pulled the porridge with minced meat in her mouth and peeked at Gan Ping. This boy was not bad, and he ate bacon by himself, but he said less, like a sawed gourd. Well, in the future, she would call him stuffy gourd. Thinking of this funny name, Ma Linger couldn't help laughing. He laughed and sprayed the porridge in the bowl far away. Seeing this, Ma Zhangshi scolded, "Dad girl, how can you fill the table with porridge?"

At this noisy moment, Mr. Zhang came in from the door, holding a gray robe on his arm and said, "Mrs. Ma, I have an old dress here. You can change it and let Gan Ping change it." Ma Zhang quickly took over the robe and entered the inner room. Mr. Zhang took a look at Gan Ping, who was fighting with a big bowl, smiled and went out.