Dress like a five-year-old little Fubao? Don't panic, take out the space with your backhand and

When they walked away, a fierce look flashed in Jiang Guoguo's eyes.

As expected, the Zhang family are not good people. She has to find a way to avoid future troubles. Otherwise, this family may do really crazy things and make her grandma and mother unsafe.

"Do you want me to solve those troubles for you?"

Bei Mingchen asked casually. Regarding this kind of thing, he could send the family far away with just a few words.

For ordinary villagers, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and they may never see each other again in their lifetime.

Jiang Guoguo shook her head slightly, her face looking solemn.

"No, I can handle it myself!"

Bei Mingchen raised his eyebrows when he saw this, but said nothing.

The villagers outside the courtyard still stretched their necks to look in, and everyone was curious about Bei Mingchen's identity.

"Which family do you think that boy is from? Although he is lame, he is actually accompanied by a guard."

"I heard that young masters and young ladies from wealthy families are protected by their men. This young master is not simple at first sight."

"It has to be Guo Guo. The identity of the person I know is not simple. We can't offend her again in the future. After all, Guo'er's family has become prosperous, and we can still think about old neighbors like us."

The villagers were whispering and had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Guoguo curled her lips and had no choice but to lead Bei Mingchen and Su Yi into the house, turned around and closed the door tightly.

After entering the house, Bei Mingchen suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He looked around with his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

The environment looked so bad. The short house made of mud didn't even have a window. There was not much decent furniture in the whole mud house. Even the stool on which I sat was lame.

Bei Mingchen considers himself not a spoiled young master. He once followed his father to the military camp and experienced hard times.

But the sight before him made him feel sorry for Jiang Guoguo.

For a moment, Bei Mingchen's eyes changed when he looked at Jiang Guoguo, and he became a little more pitiful.

Jiang Guoguo just stuffed a piece of red date cake into her small mouth and was about to chew it carefully when she saw Bei Mingchen looking at her with such pitiful eyes that she almost choked to death.

"Ahem, cough, cough, what's that look in your eyes?" It was baffling.

Bei Mingchenjun's face turned red and he quickly looked away.

At this time, Lin Wanyun and Mrs. Jiang finally had a chance to talk, and both of them fixed their eyes on Bei Mingchen.

Lin asked first:

"Guoguo, this little brother is..."

Only then did Jiang Guoguo remember that she had forgotten to introduce them to them, so she poked Bei Mingchen with her little finger and said:

"Mom, grandma, his name is Beichen. He is the child adopter I picked up on the roadside. He will live in our house for a while."

When Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang heard this, they were so frightened that they stared at each other.

Did they hear it correctly?

"Xiaoyun, my ears don't work, did you hear me right? Guoer, who did she say this is?"

Lin Wanyun patted her chest, also very frightened.

"Mom, Guoguo seems to have said that she picked this up... a child adopter?"

After listening to it again and confirming that she heard correctly, Mrs. Jiang immediately stumbled and took a few steps back. The hand pointing at Jiang Guoguo shivered.

"Guoguo, please don't scare grandma. What about a child adoptive husband? Don't talk nonsense. People's words are scary. How can any girl have a child adoptive husband in her family?"

Since ancient times, there has only been talk of child brides, but never of child brides.

It is a tradition that men are strong and women are weak, and it cannot be overturned. If someone is allowed to listen and arrange their own consequences, big trouble will happen.

When Mrs. Jiang heard Jiang Guoguo's bold remarks, her heart was naturally beating fast.

Mrs. Lin also hurriedly reminded:

"Guo'er, don't make this joke. You see, your grandma is scared."

Jiang Guoguo knew that in ancient times, women had to abide by the rules of women and follow their husbands when they married. Even if their husbands died, they had to listen to their sons.

Women's status has always been very low, and they can only depend on men. Naturally, they only have child brides, not child husbands.

However, a modern person like her doesn't like to be restricted by these rules, so she couldn't help but pout with her little waist in her mouth:

"I'm not joking, grandma, why can a man have a child bride, but a girl can't have a child husband? I don't rely on men for my livelihood, Guo'er is also capable of raising a man!"

"this……"

Mrs. Jiang didn't know how to answer at all, and her heart, which had been educated by traditional concepts, trembled at this moment.

As a woman, when Lin Wanyun heard her daughter's words, her face suddenly heated up and she felt a little shy.

It was something that I never dared to think about before, such as a woman raising a man.

But I don't know why, when these words came out of Guo'er's mouth, she didn't feel there was anything treacherous, but instead made her feel a little passionate.

Bei Mingchen, the "child adopter" on the side, always smiled and said nothing.

He just wanted to see what other tricks this little girl could play, so he didn't bother her.

In this way, Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang took these words seriously, and after regaining their senses, they stood in front of Bei Mingchen, sizing him up like parents-in-law sizing up their daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Jiang: Not bad, not bad. This boy has a good figure and a good foundation. He has the vigor of a man at a young age. He is not like those teenage melon boys in the village who all look like skinny monkeys.

Ms. Lin: It’s really good. She looks like she’s eleven or twelve years old. She’s not too old, and her facial features are very straight. It’s just that her face is pockmarked... That’s all. Guoguo likes it, but I’m not a good mother.

Beating mandarin ducks.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but nodded.

But when they continued to look down together, their eyes were stunned.

Lame?

"My name is Beichen, right? Baby, these legs of yours are..."

Mrs. Jiang was worried and couldn't help but ask.

Since we are choosing a man, we must not be careless. We cannot have a lame man.

In the countryside, men go out to hunt or farm to make a living. How can that be done if a leg is broken? If her baby Guo'er follows him, she will suffer.

Mrs. Lin also had a serious face, but quickly smiled and said:

"Oh mother, it doesn't matter if you are lame. If there is a lame man in the next village, why doesn't Lao Zhang still keep the whole family at attention?"

Mrs. Lin hurriedly winked at the old lady, but she couldn't let Xiao Bei feel wronged the first time she came to the door.

The old lady understood the meaning in her daughter-in-law's eyes and laughed:

"Oh, look at what this old woman said. She likes it more than anything else. Come on, Xiaobei, go and sit down. Grandma, I'll get you something to eat."

Jiang Guoguo:……

I never expected that my grandma and mother would be able to accept it so quickly.

She admitted that there was some element of joking in the child breadwinner thing. Who would have thought that the old lady and her mother would accept it so quickly!

Bei Mingchen was also slightly stunned, a little overwhelmed, and looked at Jiang Guoguo as if asking for help.

Your grandma and mother really treat me as a child bride, what should you do?

Jiang Guoguo quickly rolled her eyes and said there was nothing she could do.

Who told you not to deny it just now? If you don’t deny it, it’s acquiescence. Just admit it, Xiaobei.