My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 191

Xianyu actually wanted to tease the child again and say that he didn't hear it, but seeing Qinqin obediently leaning in his arms and closing her eyes, she still couldn't bear it.

"When the time comes, does Qinqin want to choose by herself, or let Dad help Qinqin choose?"

The little guy in his arms didn't give any more answers, but Xianyu felt that according to Qinqin's personality, he should want to do it by himself.

The rats in the attic are indeed a little rampant, but they usually don't affect their daily life, only occasionally when there is a commotion, Qinqin will be a little scared.

Qinqin, who doesn't like to talk to people in most cases, only runs over with short legs and grabs his father's clothes when there are mice.

At the turn of summer and autumn, Qinqin's personality gradually became more cheerful. One autumn rain and one cold, the weather became colder and colder.

Qinqin likes a tree in the yard very much, whenever she is bored, she will sit under that tree.

Xianyu saw that he really liked it, so he tied a swing for him under the old locust tree, and sat on it first after finishing it.

Qinqin seemed a little confused when she saw the extra things where she usually sat, so she put her small bench next to the swing.

As soon as he sat down, Xianyu came over with a pack of spicy strips, and Qinqin watched his father sit on the swing.

"Look Qinqin, this is the swing made by Dad, isn't it pretty?"

Xianyu is used to talking to himself, and he guessed that Qinqin would like it before he did it.

"Call Dad, and I'll let you sit in this seat for a while."

After he finished speaking, Xianyu didn't urge him to sit on the swing. He actually liked playing on the swing, but his previous status in every world was not suitable for such childish things.

Qinqin didn't answer what Xianyu expected. He just sat there and ate. After eating, he stood up and walked into the house, staring at the old locust tree through a window.

Ever since he entered the room, Qinqin has been staring in this direction, and after a long while, like a thief, she quietly sat on the swing, staring at her legs when the swing began to shake, with a brisk smile on her face.

For normal children, laughing is an unremarkable thing.

But for Qinqin, this was really rare. It was so rare that Xianyu stood across a window for a long time, until Qinqin got tired of playing and took the initiative to get off the swing, and then left with an apple past.

After washing the apples, Xianyu peeled off the skin, cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate, and brought them to Qinqin.

Apples don't like to eat the skin, this is a trivial matter here at Xianyu, he can either help him peel the skin, or he can learn to take his time.

Even though the apple skin is rich in nutrients, but his children don't like to eat it, it's not a big deal to peel it off.

"Is it okay to eat everything?"

Qinqin stared at Xianyu, pursed her mouth slightly, and seemed reluctant.

"Father will accompany you for a walk after you've finished eating. You can see the flowers you like, and you can pet the village head's puppy."

Xianyu squatted in front of him, holding the plate in his hand, patiently coaxing him slowly.

Almost all the tenderness and patience in his life have been devoted to Qinqin in this world.

If it was a completely normal child, Xianyu would probably intentionally tease him, saying that if he didn't want to eat, he would eat it all by himself, but Qinqin couldn't, this happened to be the scene Qinqin himself was most looking forward to seeing.

"Hey, Qinqin doesn't even want to listen to Dad, Dad is so sad."

Xianyu lowered his head and looked sad, Qinqin sat there thinking for a while before taking the plate with fruit over.

Because it has been stored for too long, the fruit has begun to oxidize, and it does not look very good. Qinqin held the fork for eating the fruit and stared at the apple for a long time, showing a bit of disgust on his face.

"It's really good, but Qinqin should be more careful when eating next time, you can see that this has turned into a little cat."

Xianyu helped him wash off the apple juice stained on his face with clean water, and stretched out his hand towards him, intending to fulfill the promise he had made to him before to take him to play.

Qinqin put her hand in his palm, Xianyu squeezed it slightly, and led him out of the yard together.

The village chief’s dog is a golden retriever, which was bought by his son when he was working outside. Later, when he moved to a new landlord, he didn’t allow pets, so he sent him to the countryside.

Qinqin likes it very much, and plays with it for a long time every time. Although the big golden retriever looks big, it has a gentle personality.

When Qinqin passed by, she would take the initiative to stretch out her paws to shake hands with him.

The original owner's father was related to the village head, and they all had the same surname. Everyone in the entire village was relatives.

"Is your child still the same as before?"

The village chief was the first in the village to notice that something was wrong with this child. He also watched Xianyu grow up, and lost his parents and wife early on.

There was only such an older child left, but there was still such a disease that could not be cured even in the hospital.

"This kid looks good, maybe it's just Kai Zhiwan. Let's count up. Our family's ancestors were also Kai Zhiwan during the Qing Dynasty, and they became officials in the end."

"Qinqin, I just want him to grow up safely and healthily."

As for others, it is too early to think about those.

If Qinqin is a normal child, he should be in the kindergarten by this time next year, but now he has to help him with everything.

Let's not talk about whether I can learn anything when I really go to kindergarten, it will also cause trouble for other teachers.

Qinqin rubbed the big golden retriever's ears, and the big golden retriever rubbed its head against his palm, and the originally dark pupils became a little brighter now.

"Qinqin, it's time for us to go home, come back next time, okay?"

It's almost time to eat, and every household in the village is too familiar, and if they stay a little longer, someone will ask them to stay for dinner.

Qinqin was a little bit reluctant to part with the big golden retriever, but when her father came over, she still stood up, and Xianyu reached out to pick him up and walked back.

"Good boy, go back and reward Qinqin with his favorite food, braised chestnuts."

When Xianyu teased him like this for the first time, Qinqin really thought it was a chestnut, but after being hit on the head once, she learned to be good, now after hearing what her father said, she reached out and hugged her father's neck.

"Okay, I won't give you chestnuts, good boy."

She patted Qinqin on the back and felt that he hugged her neck more tightly.

In the evening, Xianyu took great pains to cook several dishes that children love. He made the steamed buns into the shape of small animals, and dyed them in other colors with vegetable and fruit juices. They look very nice on the table.

"Qinqin, eat."

Autumn soon passed, and when the weather had not completely cooled down, people in the village could be heard shouting fire prevention all day long.

Xianyu took a look at the firewood piled up in the house, not wanting to wait until winter to go out to get it. After finishing breakfast early in the morning, he sharpened the firewood knife while waiting for Qinqin to wake up.

"Qin Qin will go chop firewood with Dad today, okay? Otherwise, it will be cold in winter."

When Xianyu mentioned this while eating, Qinqin was dull for a long time before nodding lightly.

Because he gave himself a reaction, Xianyu didn't want to continue to press, but he didn't expect to hear Qinqin's voice when he lowered his head to drink porridge.

"it is good."

"Well, then let's go together, Qinqin must remember to help Dad recite a little bit."

There are many dead trees on the mountain. The regulations in their village require approval for logging, but this kind of wood is not used. They pick up the dead wood on their own mountain as firewood and no one cares about it.

Xianyu himself got two bundles of firewood and prepared to pick them back at once. After tying them up with vines, he glanced at Qinqin. He was also picking up thinner twigs on the ground and put them at the root of a tree. They were very piled up. tidy.

"Qinqin is really powerful, come and tie it up for you, Dad."

There were still some vines that had been cut down before, so Xianyu made the small bundle of firewood the same as his own, lifted it up and placed it on Qinqin's shoulder.

"Can you move it?"

Qinqin nodded lightly, and walked ahead carrying the firewood. Seeing this, Xianyu also hurriedly followed with the firewood.

Compared with when he just came back, Qinqin is much better, he looks like a slightly introverted and not so talkative child.

I picked firewood five times in the morning. There is a small shed in the yard, which was specially built by the original owner's father to store firewood.

The firewood seems to be a lot, but Xianyu feels that it is still not enough, so he has to continue in the afternoon.

I don't know if it's because he was tired in the morning, but Qinqin obviously ate a lot more at noon than before.

After several days of busy work, after hoarding the firewood needed for the winter, Xianyu went to find some tree roots.

Basically, those tree roots have not been cleaned for too long, and the heavy rain in summer washed those tree roots out.

In the early years when logging was not banned, there were many such tree roots left over, and now there are still a lot of them picked up on the mountain, just suitable for burning in winter for heating.

Every time Qinqin is busy in leisure, she will take the initiative to come over to help, and follow behind her father with a small tree root.

After stocking up on firewood, Xianyu began to put away the Chinese cabbage in the field. There were only a few edible vegetables that were planted during the time when he just came back.

"In a few days, it will snow heavily. Is Qinqin afraid of the cold?"

Qinqin, who was sitting there swinging on the swing, shook her head lightly. He was still young, and his memory of the last time it snowed had long been blurred.

In addition, children are competitive, and when their father asks him if he is afraid, the conditioned reflex likes to give a negative answer.

"It's fine if you're not afraid of the cold, but don't be so cold that you cry."

The village head's family sent a lot of sweet potatoes some time ago. Most people in this village are old, and occasionally there is a sickness and two pains that Lei Yu sends them to the hospital.

The children work outside most of the time and only come back when they are near the end of the year.

Not only the village chief, but also some other families will also send some of the first-planted things at home. Considering Xianyu and the others just came back, every household gave a lot.

Xianyu originally thought that it would snow earlier today, but he didn't expect it to be sunny all the time.

There are too many sweet potatoes sent by the people in the village at home, and Xianyu just recently didn't receive any work online, so he planned to make some sweet potato flour.

First soak those sweet potatoes with mud in the small river overnight, and the next day Xianyu sat there with a brush in his hand.

"Qinqin, come and help Dad fish for sweet potatoes."

Qinqin, who was swinging on the swing, heard these words and jumped off the swing, moved a small chair, and still held the fishing net that Xianyu specially made for him last night.

In autumn, the water in the small river is very cold, Xianyu just wanted to let the child stay with him for a while, and didn't plan to freeze him to catch a cold.

After Qinqin fished out the sweet potatoes with a fishing net, she handed them to her father, and Xianyu used a brush to clean off the soil one by one, and threw them into a basin beside her.

After washing everything, it was almost noon, Xianyu wiped the water off his hands, hugged Qinqin and planned to go back to cook.

"It's hard work. My family is obedient and helped Dad all morning. It's awesome."

Qinqin avoided his father's gesture of wanting to kiss her, but didn't struggle to think about it.

Xianyu, who knew this little guy best, could tell at a glance whether he was really resisting, or just being mean.

"Qin Qin wants to kiss this face?"

Before Qinqin could deny it, she leaned forward and kissed him hard. After the kiss, staring at his frowning brows, Xianyu couldn't help laughing.

The louder his father's laughter was, the more unhappy Qinqin became. When he got home, he pushed his father's shoulders and went back to his room.

Last time, an uncle made a small wooden horse for Qinqin, and there were many toys made of wood, such as small wooden guns and small wooden swords. Qinqin liked it very much.

After eating, Xianyu didn't take a break at noon. He took the washed sweet potatoes to a family in the village. His house had a machine for crushing sweet potatoes.

Most people in the village started making sweet potato flour at this time, and when they saw Xianyu coming, they all started to say hello.

Qinqin sat quietly waiting for his father, occasionally distracted thinking about home.

Dad said that when the weather warms up again, he will help himself to ask who has an unwanted kitten at home, and he will bring one back for him to raise.

After Xianyu finished, when he picked up his things and went back, he found that Qinqin had been absent-minded, so he asked aloud, "What are you thinking about?"

"cat."

"How many cats does Qinqin want to raise?"

"One."

When this topic was brought up, Qinqin would answer almost every sentence, and if she couldn't, she pursed her lips and pretended not to hear.

"Only one? Wouldn't that be a little less?"

"will not."

Xianyu thought about it silently in his heart. Today, Qinqin has spoken five sentences to him since he woke up, which is a lot better than before.

Have to say, today is a good day.

Qinqin was helping while making sweet potato flour, staring at the sweet potato dregs that had been rolled into round balls, and stretched out her hand to poke, but seeing her father's serious posture, she didn't dare.

Put both of your hands behind your back, afraid that if you really poke, your father will also roll your hands into the small ball.

The washed water was stored in a clean water tank, and Qinqin went to check it every day when he got up, and after waiting for two days, Xianyu scooped out all the water on his face.

When the white sweet potato flour at the bottom was exposed, Qinqin subconsciously opened her mouth and let out a 'wow'.