Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Chapter 122: The Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character in Farming Literature (5)

Help? Who can help all the time?

Old Mrs. Jiang knew better than anyone that the eldest and second sons had a hard time and it was impossible for them to continue to help them.

It is best to keep the person by saving his life.

But he is a fool, how can he take care of others?

Doesn't Jiang Wan remember what happened a few days ago? When a person is not sober, let alone taking care of others, he can't even take care of himself.

Old Mrs. Jiang knew that there was no perfect plan.

Seeing her silence, Jiang Wan lowered her eyes sadly, "Although Shiqi is a fool, he is also very strong. If I keep Shiqi here, he can help me take care of my father. I know it is unfair to Shiqi to keep him here and let him serve in this family, but I also want to be selfish for once. I don't care what others say."

The system said the target person was called Ci Yu and gave an address for me to find him.

But now this man is mentally retarded and a little dumb. We can't call him a fool or a dumb.

Jiang Wan said, since the person was picked up and brought home on the seventeenth day of the winter month, let's name him Seventeen.

The person hiding at the door poked his head out to eavesdrop on their conversation.

As soon as Jiang Wan moved, he quickly retracted his head.

He hid behind the door timidly, with his hands clasped together, praying in his heart that his sister would not chase him away.

Jiang Wan noticed the figure out of the corner of her eye, but pretended not to see it.

Old Mrs. Jiang sighed, "I know, but this is not a long-term solution. When other people reach your age, they should get married and have children. Are you really planning to take someone in as your son-in-law?

No matter how good he is at taking care of others, he is still a fool. The family has no land and no income. How can we make a living? We don't have to keep him. We can drive him away and let Wang the matchmaker find you a good husband. It's better than this."

Someone had wanted to propose marriage to the original owner before.

But when they heard that she had such a gambling-addicted father, many people dared not mention it again.

If Jiang Dahe was more reliable, she wouldn't have waited until the age of sixteen without any sign of marriage.

"With the current situation at home and my father unable to get out of bed, who would be willing to marry me and support my father at the same time? If..." She didn't continue after this.

What Old Lady Jiang wanted to say was that, just like before, she could only place her hopes on the eldest and second oldest.

Old Madam Jiang thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Mei really likes you and wants to take you as his concubine. If that doesn't work out, find a matchmaker and go to town to talk to Mr. Mei about your situation. Maybe that will work out."

Mr. Mei is a little old, but he has a wealthy family. It is better than starving in a leaky house.

Jiang Wan asked with red eyes: "You also know why I jumped into the river? Grandma, don't you know who Mr. Mei is? He is a vicious person, and the mistress of the house is not an easy person to deal with. I would rather die again than marry such a person."

Grandma Jiang also realized that she had said the wrong thing in her haste.

"That's just what I said. It doesn't have to be Mr. Mei..."

Jiang Wan: "No matter who it is, it's impossible not to mind seeing my father like this. My father can't even get out of bed now, I can't just leave him alone.

Also, my father has ignored me for many years. If it weren't for you and my uncle and aunt, I would not have lived to this age. I stay at home not only for my father, but also to have the opportunity to take care of you and repay your kindness to me.

You don't need to persuade me. I have made up my mind and decided to marry Seventeen into my family. Next year, I will let Seventeen stay at home while I go to town to find a job."

Hearing that she still remembered their kindness, Mrs. Jiang felt very relieved.

Most of the words he said were out of heartache.

"It's ok for you to take some laundry jobs, but what kind of girl would go out to town to find work?"

"Rumors are scary, but when you really can't fill your stomach, it doesn't matter what others say. I heard that the embroidery workshop in town is recruiting people. I will go to the embroidery workshop and be a maid. I will learn the skills from the embroiderers. Maybe I can become an embroiderer in the future."

"Since you have already made up your mind, I, an old woman, will not say much. I will ask your uncle to bring you some food later. You should eat sparingly and tell us if you need anything. We are all family, so we will help you if we can."

……

Jiang Wan saw the old lady off.

When she turned around, she saw the person hiding behind the door went to the window and looked out through it.

Jiang Wan walked into the room. He stood at a certain distance from her. Tears welled up in his eyes and were about to fall. He raised his head to force the tears back.

"Seventeen..."

He knew that he was being called.

Go over there immediately.

His eyes widened, waiting for her next words.

Jiang Wan knew that he could understand what she said, and his IQ was only equivalent to that of a seven or eight year old.

She pointed at the bed and said, "We don't have any extra bedding at home. We two are relying on this one quilt to survive the winter, but I'm afraid we won't be able to make it through. Tomorrow, follow me to the mountains to collect firewood. After collecting firewood, follow me to the town to sell it? Do you understand?"

He tried to digest what she was saying.

After thinking for a while, he pointed at himself and then at her.

Jiang Wan nodded: "Yes, follow me."

He stared with his clean and bright eyes, pursed his lips, and nodded happily.

Jiang Wan took him to the kitchen.

"I'll keep you here, but you can't eat for free. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

He looked around blankly, taking in the shabby kitchen.

Jiang Wan instructed him to sit down and make a fire.

I boiled some water and added some millet.

Then put the bamboo griddle used for steaming pancakes in the pot, and put two vegetable dumplings on it to steam.

A bowl of thick, steaming millet porridge with wild vegetable pancakes, the vegetable pancakes don’t taste so bad.

Seventeen sat on a small stool with her long legs folded.

It looks like a big one.

And very well-behaved.

He drank the rice porridge happily, but after taking a bite of the vegetable pancake, his whole face wrinkled up.

He ate in small bites, swallowing each time with difficulty.

After eating half of the pancake, I felt like I was in a state of pain.

"Can't eat anymore?" Jiang Wan asked.

He shook his head quickly and finished the remaining half of the pancake in three or two bites. After swallowing it hard, he opened his mouth wide for her to see.

I finished eating it myself.

Jiang Wan said without any hesitation, "You're so good."

Hearing this, he walked over and lifted the lid of the pot, wanting to see if there were any pancakes left.

If there is, he can still eat it.

When he saw that there was only water in the pot, he drooped his eyelids in disappointment.

This water is not for washing pots.

After Jiang Wan served out two bowls of rice porridge, she poured a bowl of water into the pot.

After the fire was extinguished, there was residual heat in the stove, and now the bowl of泔水 with a few millet grains floating in it was also warm.

Jiang Wan rinsed the bowl used by Seventeen in the pot, and successfully added a few more grains of millet to the pot.

She poured water into a bowl and brought the bowl of "porridge" to Jiang Daha.