Chapter 383 - Chapter 383: Chapter 379: Dreaming of_1 (1/2)

Chapter 383: Chapter 379: Dreaming of_1

The news of Chen Wan’s escape spread quickly throughout the entire village.

None were angrier than Chen Changping.

He stormed into Jiang Sanlang’s home, yelling irately, demanding Yingbao to hand over Chen Wan.

Jiang Sanlang, Zhang Min and Wei Zhan, among others, came out at the sound, directly tossing him out.

Old Mr. Wu stood at the front door with his hands behind him, looking at him with cold eyes: “Such a disgrace to decency, when I go back, I will write a letter to the county school instructor, questioning how a student like you could exist.”

Chen Changping fell into the snow, struggling to get up, casting a resentful look at the people before turning and leaving.

Yingbao climbed onto the fence, watching him walk away in silence, contemplating her thoughts.

In her last life, Chen Changping had sided with the rebels, only to end up decapitated by the Emperor.

No, it seemed like he was exterminated by Xiao Mo along with his nine familial clans.

Did this include the family led by Clan Leader Chen?

At night, Jiang Sanlang and his wife helped their daughter cultivate fungus.

“Baobao, why did Chen Changping demand a person from you? Did Chen Wan tell you anything?” Chunniang asked her daughter.

Yingbao shook her head, “I have no interactions with Chen Wan, only a madman like Chen Changping would think so.”

She didn’t know how Chen Changping came to the conclusion that his daughter had something to do with her.

The following day was New Year’s Eve.

Jiang Sanlang put up a new image for the God of Stove and started boiling meat.

Two large pots burned simultaneously, cooking sausages, pork head, hooves, smoked pork ribs, pork hocks and liver.

There was also a pot of chicken braised with soybeans.

Come nightfall, the Jiang family celebrated New Year’s Eve merrily.

This year, Jiang’s family didn’t invite Lady Wen or Lady Wang, as Wen Silang’s biological mother and sister-in-law were present, along with his daughter Wen Shu and son-in-law Li Xu.

As for Lady Wang, due to Wei Family’s Prefecture City being occupied by rebels, Wei family’s patriarch brought a group of concubines and illegitimate children to Dongchen Village, taking residence in Lady Wang’s house.

Wei Zhan was not willing to go home for new year, but had no choice.

After dinner, he cheerfully ran to find Yingbao, Jiang Wu and Jiang Jie, bringing along a glazed lamp.

“Here! A glazed lamp from the Prefecture City.” Wei Zhan stuffed the glazed lamp into Yingbao’s hand, taking away the rabbit lamp from her hand.

Yingbao was speechless, so she just held the glazed lamp and went to the pond’s edge.

Yanru, holding her daughter Jiang Xiaomei, squatted by the water along with a dozen children, breaking the thin ice and putting in one by one lotus-shaped lamps.

The pond, lit by the red lamps, looked like the Milky Way.

Yingbao also put down a lamp, gently pushing it further away.

Wei Zhan stood on the other side, always watching from here.

The young girl in a bright peach-coloured dress, blossoming early like a radiant spring, captivated Wei Zhan.

“Wei Zhan, come over here!” Zhang Min kicked him, “Let’s practice!”

Zhang Min had been living in the Jiang family of Dongchen Village for several years now. At sixteen years old, he did not like the chatty disposition of the women.

All of this lamp-floating was basically women’s work. He didn’t know what Wei Zhan was doing hanging around with them.

Wei Zhan felt helpless, but had no choice but to follow Zhang Shixiong to the martial arts practice field.

He was fifteen this year, one year younger than Zhang Min, but with an agile stance, he was not falling behind in sparring.

Currently in the village, most of the boys practiced martial arts, so outsiders didn’t dare to bully them.

Even the fat grandson of the West Village’s chief was grabbed by his grandfather and handed over to Zhang Meng.

On the circle of practice field, lanterns were hung, and the boys gathered one after another, sparring in pairs.

In a corner of the shadow, Zhou Wuchang and his senior disciple had since arrived, watching these lively and vigorous young men, quietly nodding in approval.

In the middle of the night, firecrackers exploded throughout the village.

The new year had begun.