Reborn 1980: Koi wife is a bit spicy

Chapter 4 Extra meals in private

Her father, Zhao Dali, often beat and scolded her, and her grandmother often pinched and scolded her. Her younger brother would kick her and scold her whenever he was in a bad mood; it was as if she was the punching bag of the entire Zhao family.

Only her mother Li Fang would hug Zhao Qingqing, who was crying when she was young, to comfort her, secretly give her some candy, and tell her parents and grandma that they didn't mean it, and that as long as Qingqing behaves better, it will be fine.

But even Li Fang, who occasionally felt sorry for Zhao Qingqing, would hug Zhao Qingqing and cry silently after being beaten and scolded by her husband and mother-in-law. She would touch Zhao Qingqing's face and say, "Why aren't you a boy?" "If you were a boy." What a wonderful baby!" "If you were a boy, you wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Zhao Qingqing has always been obedient and obedient since she was a child, doing whatever her parents and grandmother asked her to do.

Weeding pigs, feeding pigs, washing dishes, lighting fires...

She has done all the housework she can do, and she will work hard to learn to do what she can't do, hoping to reduce the burden on her mother; she never competes with her younger brother for things, and never makes her parents angry.But such a well-behaved Zhao Qingqing never received the love from her father and grandma that her mother mentioned when she was young until her death.

A little candy deceived this girl for a lifetime.

After recalling Zhao Qingqing's life, Xiao Lan couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "No, you won't be bullied again in the future."

"From now on, I will be you, I will love you, I will accompany you, I will take you and leave here to live my own happy life."

As soon as she finished speaking, something that had been pressing in Xiaolan's heart fell away.

Xiao Lan felt relieved and couldn't help but be stunned. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes without her noticing.

These are Zhao Qingqing’s tears.

Xiao Lan sighed helplessly, feeling very heavy in her heart.

This girl can be satisfied with the negligible concern of a stranger, how unimportant is she in my own home?
It rained heavily all night and stopped in the early hours of the next day.

Zhao Qingqing didn't dare to sleep, so she stayed in the corner of the wooden house listening to the sound of rain. When the rain became light and she could walk away, she got out of the wooden house.

It was summer at this time, the sky was still dark, and a few tiny stars were still hanging on the dark blue sky. Zhaojia Village not far away was still dark at the moment, and most of the people in the village were still asleep.

Zhao Qingqing raised her feet and wanted to walk to the city, but she remembered that she didn't have a penny on her.

In the memory of the original owner, there was a forest not far from the pond.Every time after a rain, large tracts of mushrooms would grow in the woods; when Zhao Qingqing was young, Li Fang would often take her here to get some mushrooms on the second day after it rained, and feed her a private meal.

Thinking of Li Fang, Zhao Qingqing was no longer as depressed as before, probably because the original owner had completely given up his body to her.

Since Zhao Qingqing was going to get some mushrooms to sell for money, she had to have something to put them in.

She looked around and saw an old basket in the corner of the wooden house behind her.

She picked up the basket and took a look, only to see that the basket seemed to have been torn, and the side was split from top to middle.

Zhao Qingqing pulled a handful of long grass growing beside the pond, tied it into a bundle, and then sewed the basket together.

This basket looks tattered, but fortunately it is now barely usable after being repaired.

Zhao Qingqing didn't ask for much, so she sank into the pond and washed herself.

After washing, Zhao Qingqing picked many large lotus leaves and planned to use these lotus leaves to package mushrooms and sell them to customers.

After picking the lotus leaves, Zhao Qingqing folded them and put them into a basket, then walked towards the woods in her memory with the basket.

(End of this chapter)