Mugui

Chapter 2 Life and death are bearish

Yang Shitou subconsciously let out a "hmm", and then realized that his sister was going to avenge himself, so he immediately held her hand tightly and stepped back.

"Sister, don't go, don't go, I... don't hurt anymore!"

If my sister goes, she will definitely be beaten!
The grandmother beats the older sister, the second aunt beats the older sister, the third aunt beats the older sister... Anyway, they all beat the older sister!
He doesn't want his sister to be beaten!
Yang Mu looked at the little man with his butt pouted, stepping hard on the ground, and retreating desperately, feeling pain in his heart.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why people in the previous life would send wreaths to the parents of those domestic violence children.

"Shitou, I'm going to teach you a truth today - life and death are not important, if you don't accept it, do it!" She bent down, put down the pannier, picked up her younger brother, and walked towards Yang Xiaohua, who was sitting in the vegetable field, covering her mouth.

Yang Xiaohua was so frightened that she didn't dare to move at all, she let Yang Mu come step by step, held her under her arm, and walked towards the front yard.

Yang Shitou was held in his sister's arms, hugging her sister's neck, shivering.

Yang Mu felt the wind under his feet, walked through the middle door all the way to the front yard, walked straight towards the west wing, and kicked the door hard.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

All three doors of the west wing were kicked open, but Yang Xiaohua's mother Lai was not there.

"Little brat, are you crazy?" came a sharp voice.

Yang Mu turned around coldly, and saw the fat Lai Shi walking out of the upper room with his hips akimbo, staring at him fiercely with mung bean eyes.

Lai's daughter-in-law is a daughter-in-law of the third family. She eats too much and is lazy to make a lot of meat. She always steals food and blames it on the elder brother Yang Mu and her brother. She is quite shameless.

When Mr. Lai saw his daughter was tucked under someone's armpit, he screamed and hurried over shaking his fat.

Yang Mu stuffed Yang Xiaohua into Lai's arms, and said: "Take care of your child, if you dare to hit my younger brother, I will hit you back!"

Lai took the child, saw the blood on Yang Xiaohua's mouth, anger welled up, put down her daughter, slapped Yang Mu's cheek, and cursed: "You lose money, it's against you!"

"Snapped!"

Lai received a slap on the face, turned around twice, and then froze.

She was a little confused, was she beaten by that loser?
The loser in Dafang is often beaten by the old Yang's family, from the mother-in-law Zhao to her daughter Xiaohua, anyone can beat the loser.

How many years have passed, and those who lose money can only be beaten!Not to mention fighting back, there are not many times to dodge.

How dare a loser hit her?
It must be that she didn't play well just now, she wants to play again!
Lai raised his chin, rolled up his sleeves, raised his palms, and shouted "Hey!"

Yang Mu kicked her in the stomach and kicked her to the ground.

Lai's huge body fell to the ground, kicking up dust all over the ground, and the ground seemed to tremble.

Yang Mu stepped on her overly plump chest with a threatening tone.

"If your daughter dares to hit my brother again, I'll give her back ten hits! If you don't believe me, just try!"

The latter sentence was addressed to Yang Xiaohua who was stunned.

After speaking, Yang Mu hugged his younger brother and left aggressively.

Lying on the ground, Lai looked sideways at Yang Mu passing through the middle door and returning to the backyard, and finally his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Yang Xiaohua sat down on the ground, and howled heart-piercingly towards God.

"Wow……"

Yang Mu in the backyard covered his ears. Do fat kids cry so loudly?
She suddenly felt the little Douding twitching in her arms, as if she was crying.

"What's the matter?" She restrained her violent breath, and asked softly.

Yang Shitou sobbed, "Grandmother...would...would kill you! They all...would kill you!"

The little person has already predicted the future of his sister through limited life experience.

Yang Mu has black lines on his face, little brother, I don't like what you said.

Resisting the urge to correct her brother, she looked around the backyard.

Old Yang's house is a new tile-roofed house built just a few years ago, with a huge backyard.

There is a large vegetable garden beside the wall of the west courtyard, plus a toilet; beside the wall of the east courtyard is the woodshed, kitchen and the original owner's family's house.

Yang Mu hugged Yang Shitou and sat between the big room and the kitchen, where there was a well and a millstone.

There are two large basins of dirty clothes beside the well. The original owner needs to wash them before dinner. The well water is not allowed to be wasted, and the river water must be used.

There is half a bag of corn beside the mill, and the original owner needs to grind the corn into cornmeal today.

There are still some rough firewood left on the ground at the door of the woodshed, and the original owner needs to split it into small strips.

Yang Mu quickly glanced at the work that was waiting for her on the ground, and said to his younger brother: "In the future, don't let people bully you. Whoever hits you, you will hit me back!"

Yang Shitou looked at his sister with big eyes, half understanding.

Yang Mu looked at the child's pitiful appearance, and felt that such a thing would not be accomplished overnight.

After all, this child grew up being bullied, so it's impossible for him to become tough all of a sudden.

"Gollum..."

"Gollum..."

The stomachs of the siblings growled at the same time.

It was actually mid-afternoon at this time, according to the rules of the old Yang family, the siblings were not eligible to eat breakfast and dinner, they could only eat lunch, which was still not enough to eat.

For lunch at noon today, Yang Mu had a bowl of vegetable soup with little water, while Yang Shitou only had half a bowl.

Yang Mu had no choice but to cook first.

It's just that before cooking, you have to check to see if the villager is awake, and set up his background.

If the origin is unknown, or someone in trouble, throw it back to Grandpa's bandit village!
The small shabby house in the backyard was only ten square meters at most, with a big bed, a rickety kang table dangling, and a large cabinet without a lid filled with old clothes.

That's all.

There was a person lying on the big bed, who was the original owner's Mr. Yazhai.

The man lay there quietly, obviously not awake yet.

Yang Mu looked at the ridiculously good-looking man on the bed, and then at the tall waist and long legs.

It's a pity to throw this quality back into the bandit den!

How can those rough old men in the bandit den take good care of such a handsome guy?I'm still struggling!
Yang Mu lamented that he was a good person, and went to the kitchen to cook with a small basket.

There are rice noodles in the urn, let's make noodles with spring bamboo shoots and wild mushrooms!
Taking out the basin, scooped out two bowls of flour, she turned to scoop up water.

A haggard and delicate face was reflected in the calm water of Water Weng, with dark five finger prints and a lanyard around his neck.

Yang Mu was dazed, and quickly plucked at the neckline.

There was also a small gourd hanging around the original owner's neck!

She has too many memories, she didn't pay attention to this detail!

It was exactly the same as the gourd she wore in her previous life!
Yang Mu suddenly thought of why he crossed over!
Because of this gourd!

In her previous life, she had been wearing a gourd since she was a child. Director Yang of the orphanage said that it was what she wore when she was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage.

Later, whether she went to school or entered the intelligence department by virtue of her skills, she always carried this gourd with her.

And in the vague memory of the original owner, he has always been wearing this little gourd.

The original owner was a child who was sold around by Ren Yazi. This little gourd was so ordinary that even Ren Yazi had no interest in taking it away.

Yang Mu gently stroked the little gourd, feeling very kind.

Before crossing, she was killed by a falling object on the way home.

I have heard of people who were crushed to death by ashtrays, and people who were crushed to death by flowerpots, but she was crushed to death by a dog.

The dog didn't know if it was going to commit suicide, it fell from the sky and hit her.

The dog was fine, she died.

Her blood stained the gourd, and she crossed over.

Just after crossing over, he was pinched to death by a tall man again.

Then go through...

What is this called!

Wait... blood?

Yang Mu slapped his forehead fiercely, blood!
Recognize the Lord with blood!

How can you forget the necessary thoughts for time travel?
It's all the killer's fault, and I'm confused.

The black kitchen knife cut across his finger, and the dark red blood slowly dripped on the small gourd.

Yang Mu stared at the little gourd, and said to himself: "I want a cheat, I want a cheat..."

In the quiet air, there was a slight noise suddenly.

"Crack!"

There is a small gap at the tip of the small gourd the size of a thumb.

Yang Mu blinked, and pulled out with a little force. With a sound of "Bo", the small gourd opened.

There seems to be only a little water in the little gourd, ten drops, no more.

what is this?
Yang Mu was depressed, why didn't there be a reminder?
It stands to reason that this should be spring water or something, or medicinal, or vegetable growing.

If it is to grow vegetables, the ten or so drops is too little, right?

"Sister, I'm hungry."

Little Stone showed a small head outside the door.

Yang Mu came back to his senses, looked at the child's eyes that were too big because he was too thin, felt pain in his heart, and said: "The meal will be ready soon!"

After the excitement, Yang Mu calmed down slowly. No matter what the golden finger is, it is a magical weapon anyway, and you will know if you find someone to test the poison.

She quickly went to the dilapidated house of the big house, pulled off the cover of the small gourd, and poured all the water in the small gourd into the mouth of the unconscious man with lightning speed.

She can't afford a doctor now, the man has been in a coma for at least five days, she can't just leave him dead.

Never admit that it is a drug test!
(End of this chapter)