Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times - Chapter 79
Jing Xingzhi asked the person again, and in the distance, Jing Duo’s voice calling him to eat came out.
The child’s voice was crisp, as if his body was still running, making him gasp for breath: “Brother Juren, it’s time for breakfast! My mother made egg pancakes!”
Jing Xingzhi replied loudly: “I’m here, slow down.”
Jing Dabao was squatting on the ground, hugging his legs, his brows knotted, his expression looking very tangled.
When this kid Jing Duo came, his identity would definitely be exposed…
Since he would be exposed sooner or later, he might as well say it himself!
Jing Dabao stared at Jing Xingzhi and whispered, “My father is Jing Weizhi, and my mother is Lan Cao.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Dabao stood up fearfully and nervously, staring at Jing Xingzhi. If Jing Xingzhi looked like he wanted to hit him, he would just…he would run away!
But Jing Xingzhi just frowned slightly, looking a little distressed.
Hearing the names of Jing Weizhi and Lan Cao, Jing Xingzhi slowly thought of Jing Dabao.
But in his impression, Jing Dabao was a fat man with fair skin, which was completely different from the Jing Dabao in front of him who was wearing coarse cloth and patched clothes.
But Jing Dabao didn’t need to lie to him, so this thin man was really Jing Dabao.
Then Jing Xingzhi fell into a dilemma. He was hesitating whether to take care of Jing Dabao?
Jing Dabao was also wondering whether this Uncle Juren would be kind enough to give him some money and things so that he could have a good meal.
Thinking of delicious food, Jing Dabao swallowed hard.
Jing Xingzhi heard this and glanced at him: “Don’t eat the tribute.”
Jing Dabao nodded obediently.
He thought if he didn’t let me eat the tribute, he would probably care about his food.
Jing Dabao’s house was gone and he had no skills. He wanted to find a job but always criticized by others for his reputation. Even when he was living in the Chenghuang Temple, some people would beat him.
Jing Dabao had no choice but to come to Jingjia Village, which his parents despised. After arriving in Jingjia Village, Jing Dabao had not been beaten. He was also given two tattered clothes and a shabby house. His life was much better than in the Chenghuang Temple.
But the villagers didn’t like a person who had hands and feet but didn’t work very much, so they didn’t pay much attention to Jing Dabao. At most, the kind villagers would give him some food, but not much.
The villagers knew his family’s scandal and were afraid of being cheated.
Jing Dabao’s eyes looked at Jing Xingzhi with joy, full of longing, as if Jing Xingzhi had turned into spareribs, chicken wings, pig’s trotters, meatballs, and meat buns.
But Jing Xingzhi only said one sentence, frowned and walked back, holding Jing Duo’s hand and going back to eat the egg pancakes made by Xiu Amu.
Jing Dabao was dumbfounded.
‘You don’t care about me and don’t let me eat?!’
Jing Dabao turned around and looked at the several large bowls where the tributes were placed, and his mouth was watering. The tragic scene of his parents being beaten kept reappearing in his mind, and he controlled his drooling.
Jing Dabao pinched the meat bun in his hand and cried again in an aggrieved manner.
This time he not only cried, but also cried to the tombstone: “Grandpa, grandma, I’m so hungry! My uncle won’t let me eat, I’m so hungry!”
Jing Xingzhi and Jing Duo listened from a distance There were cries and loud complaints.
Jing Xingzhi asked Jing Duo: “When did Jing Dabao come to the village?”
Jing Duo scratched his head: “More than a month ago, he had a small yard in the town before, but he was so stupid that he was deceived into selling it. He said he was sleeping in the Chenghuang Temple and the village chief grandpa let him live in the village.”
“Does he usually work?”
“He doesn’t know how to do it? What kind of work? I usually teach him some things, and then he can catch fish and find something to eat on the mountain.”
Jing Duo was young but kind-hearted. He had seen Jing Dabao several times on the mountain, and he also pointed out what could be eaten and not.
Jing Xingzhi thought to himself that Jing Weizhi and his wife really taught people to waste. Those with hands and feet, even if they worked as waiters, could still make a living.
Jing Xingzhi asked with a headache: “If he doesn’t have enough to eat, will he steal things?” If he stole things, this was a matter of character.
Jing Duo shook his head and laughed: “He didn’t dare to steal things; he will hide away when he encounters a dog! He is very timid, but he cries very loudly. The village chief grandpa asked us not to bully him! I am obedient.!”
Jing Xingzhi was a little surprised, seeing Jing Dabao was crying so hard because he didn’t have enough to eat, but he didn’t steal anything even if he didn’t have enough to eat, so his character was okay.
Although it was because of timidity, he never did anything that crossed the bottom line.
Jing Xingzhi was hesitant to take care of Jing Dabao. One reason was Jing Dabao was the biological grandson of Father and Mother’s Jing.
Another reason was there might not be many opportunities for Jing Xingzhi to come back in the future. Transportation was inconvenient in ancient times. If he left Hanbei Prefecture to go elsewhere in the future, it would be possible for him to come back every few years.
In this way, Jing Dabao could keep the old house, and also came to pay homage to his ancestors during the holidays.
People in the village would help cleaning up the house and paying homage to ancestors, but they also had their own things to do, so it was not good to keep bothering others.