Chapter 197 (1/2)

The child's entreaty was so urgent that he did not want to learn from a teacher, but to ask for help.

Uncle Wu's face was gloomy and silent.

”You must think clearly, if you enter my family, then the child's life and death, honor and disgrace will have nothing to do with the Wu family.”

Uncle Wu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything at last. He just nodded.

Li Fulin asked again: ”can the parents of this child agree?”

If only my grandfather agrees, I agree. If my parents don't agree, it won't work.

This time he was talking about Uncle Wu and his grandson. The child raised his head and said in a loud voice, ”my mother-in-law died early, and my stepmother said the day before yesterday that she would send me away.”

Oh

So we all understand.

No mother's child is like a root grass, with stepmother, of course, there is a stepfather.

He has said everything thoroughly. Uncle Wu can't hide his family scandal.

”I'm too old to be the master of my son. Now that I'm alive, I can look after him one or two. When I'm not here... ”

The child was also very tough, and said to his grandfather, ”don't be sad, old man. When I have learned my skills, I can go anywhere in the world, and I will live better than others.”

In the end, Li Fulin collected the two children.

The Wu family's is OK. The child of another Wu family's relative, whose surname is Bao, is too young. If such a disciple comes in, let alone share his worries with his master, he has to find someone else to take care of him.

”What are their names?”

The one from the Wu family said, ”my name is Wu Yaozu.” After a pause, he said, ”the Wu family doesn't expect me to glorify my ancestors. Please give me a name.”

Li Fulin gave him a look.

A name is just a symbol. It doesn't matter what it is called. Li Fulin doesn't value this, but he knows that many people value it. There are a lot of people who can't make it in the art industry. They are very nervous about their own brand names. They are more powerful than others. For example, Li Fulin knows a face It's a common nun's nickname is saitianxian.

”Can you read?”

The child first nodded and then shook his head, this time his voice was not so loud, some gas weak said: ”I don't know much, I learned it when I was a child, now I don't remember much.”

”Well.” Li Fulin took out a Book: ”this is Shuowen. You can find a favorite word for yourself.”

When the child wanted to reach out, he quickly retracted his hand and rubbed hard on his body for several times before he took the book over.

Li Fulin asked the younger child next to him.

The child was thin and small, but he said he was eight years old.

It's not like eight years old.

Xiaodong was also thin and small when he went up the mountain, but at least not as ridiculous as this child.

He still stammered.

Wu Yaozu explained the reason for him: ”sometimes he only has one meal a day. It's either leftover or cold...”

The child and he are in the same boat in the Wu family.

”Is this the only thing the Wu family lacks?” On one side, Jiang Fan couldn't help saying, ”just starving a child like this?”

Look at the clothes on old Wu's body and face. He doesn't look like he is in a poor family. His family must be very rich. As for the lack of food for this child? Can they make a lot of money by saving this meal?

However, if you look at the Wu family's grandchildren who have been forced out of the house, it would be kind enough for relatives' children not to starve to death.

Jiang Fan looked at the elder martial brother.

Master left these two children, 80% of the heart of compassion.

From the master's point of view, can we not see the situation of these two children?

In Huihui mountain, no one scolds and treats them harshly. If you want to eat and wear warm, you can do it. Anyway, the master only said to take people down, but he didn't say that he wanted to accept apprentices. In the future, when they are old and have no talent for cultivation, send them down the mountain, and they will always be able to support themselves.

Wu Yaozu did not know many words. He could not find out the book when he gave it to him. Finally, he said that his mother's name was Qi, and his name was Wu Qi.

The younger child, whose surname was Zhao, was the grandson of Uncle Wu's married sister's family. He was the only one left because his family died in the disaster. The child stammered and frightened, but he had the courage to say that he still wanted to use the name given by his parents.

”Well, it's up to you.”

So they stayed. Jiang Fan took Wu Qi and Zhao Boyuan and found some old clothes for the two children. As soon as he took off his clothes, Jiang Fan couldn't help but curse. There are injuries on both children, new and old.