Dressed as the evil daughter-in-law of a peasant family, the general becomes the darling of her hand

Chapter 2

The clothesline in the yard was covered with clothes and rags, all washed clean. Several people hurriedly entered the house, and saw that the kitchen area had been tidied up and looked brand new, and the pots and pans had also been brushed and neatly stacked. in one place.

The old couple were surprised when they saw Fang Qingrou walking out holding a lot of removed quilts.

"Father, mother, you are back."

Father, mother?
The two elders of the Song family looked at each other, and saw shock and confusion in each other's eyes. Since Fang Xiaorou entered the door of the Song family, when had she called them daddy? What happened to her?
"You go inside first and drink some hot water. I'll go wash these quilts and then make lunch."

Fang Qingrou thinks that if she wants to change her image, she needs to work more. After all, the original Fang Xiaorou is a lazy person who either eats or sleeps all day long.But in the eyes of the two elders of the Song family, Fang Qingrou must be holding back something evil!

But he couldn't guess what the other party was going to do, so Old Man Song winked at his mother-in-law and decided to wait and see what would happen.

It's a really cold snowy day, but fortunately there is a well in the yard. I don't have to go to the river to wash clothes like other farming writers. I can boil some hot water and mix it with cold water, and it's not that sad.

Fang Qingrou was drying the last quilt when she heard Wang Qiang's wife next door come out to pour water. "Hey, it's time to be successful! The lazy woman knows how to work? It's so refreshing. How can you cure your temper after eating a chicken?"

Fang Qingrou looked for the sound and saw Wang Qiang's wife holding a basin and pouring water into the corner of the yard. Because of the cold weather, that corner had already been covered with a thick layer of ice, and the ice was a mess, with all kinds of dirt inside. , Fang Qingrou quickly looked away, she would feel sick if she continued to look at it.

She didn't intend to pay attention to a woman like this, whose parents were short-lived. She didn't live in her family, so there was no need.

After pouring the dirty water into the ditch outside the door, Fang Qingrou went inside to cook.

Mrs. Song had been observing through the window and saw that she didn't even quarrel with the woman next door, and she felt even more unsure. "Grandpa, do you think this Xiaorou wants to leave on her own?"

Old Man Song snorted coldly, "Huh, if she wants to leave, just leave! Otherwise, she won't have to worry about selling our brother Quan every day!"

Entering the kitchen, Fang Qingrou dug out a bowl of stick noodles, looked at the obvious grains in it, and secretly sighed that her life was really hard.I simply made a few stick noodle pancakes, reheated the half of a chicken that I ate last night, and added some pickles, and that was how the meal ended.

After the food was put on the table, the old couple made room for her as usual, and they went to the kitchen to prepare the leftovers to eat, but no one thought of anything.

Mrs. Song sighed and planned to make something more by herself. Unexpectedly, before the fire started, Fang Qingrou came and called them, "Mom and dad, what are you doing? Come in and eat!"

At this time, Brother Quan had already poked his head and looked at the bowl of chicken. Nai said that there was little food at home and he drank water all day long. It had been a long time since he had tasted dry food, let alone meat. !Moreover, the person who drank water was full at the time, but he became hungry after a while.He also really wants to have a bite of dry food!I really want to eat some meat!
The two elders of the Song family were flattered and called into the room. Brother Quan was also held in Fang Qingrou's arms, with a stick noodle pancake stuffed in his hand, and several pieces of chicken in the bowl in front of him.Fang Qingrou felt that the child in her arms was stiff, and she knew in her heart that it was because of fear, so she said softly, "Brother Quan, eat quickly."

Brother Quan hugged the pancake and looked at the chicken and swallowed with greed, but he really didn't dare to eat it and looked at his breasts with questioning eyes.

Mrs. Song was alert and said to Fang Qingrou, "You eat first."

Fang Qingrou was startled, and then realized that the whole family was afraid that she would poison their food!
She took the pancake in Brother Quan's hand and took a bite, chewed it and swallowed it. Then she picked a small piece of meat and ate it. Then she returned the pancake to Brother Quan. Brother Quan looked at his milk again. , finally nodded when he saw his milk, and then started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Fang Qingrou knew that the atmosphere would continue to be weird if she didn't say anything, so she said, "Dad, Mom, I dreamed of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva last night. The Bodhisattva said to me that everything has a destiny and everything is predestined." It's God's arrangement that I can come to the Song family, so I shouldn't think about it anymore."

"What? Guanshiyin Bodhisattva said that?" Mrs. Song was surprised.

"That's right, so, parents, I have figured it out. I have always been aggrieved and resentful in my heart. I hated my mother for selling me in order to find a wife for my brother, and I also hated you for buying me out for the rest of my life with just two taels of silver. That's why I go against you everywhere, I'm unfilial to you, and I even hit Brother Quan. I know I was wrong, and I hope my parents will give me another chance. I will definitely be filial to you from now on."

Even though Fang Qingrou said this, she still couldn't convince the old couple completely. The old couple looked at each other again, and then each nodded.Mrs. Song picked up a pancake and put it into Fang Qingrou's bowl. "What, Xiaorou, eat first, don't talk about anything else."

Fang Qingrou nodded obediently, then picked up the pancake and took a bite. After just one bite, Fang Qingrou paused. This mouth is full of scum. Is this for human consumption?
Seeing that she was stunned, Mrs. Song wondered, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qingrou then chewed hard and said, "It's okay, Mom, I'm okay."

Old Man Song looked at the bowl of chicken and sighed, comforting himself in his heart, even if he killed him, he wouldn't survive, just eat it!

He picked up a piece of chicken and put it into Mrs. Song's bowl. He also picked up a piece and put it into his mouth and chewed it. Well, it tasted delicious!So delicious!

After dinner, Fang Qingrou sat by the kitchen stove, warming herself by the fire while thinking about her future livelihood.

She is a child who has never lived a hard life in the 21st century, and she really can’t get used to eating those thick flour pancakes!And because the chicken was reluctant to use the ingredients, it smelled very fishy!
Making money is the most important thing now!But what can she do?

In modern times, she is just one of thousands of Internet writers. She can only earn enough for food and clothing by coding diligently every month. Once she travels to ancient times, she can't go to the streets to sell her own romance novels!

Wait, novel... Fang Qingrou instantly opened her mind.

She remembered that teahouses and restaurants in ancient times would have the role of storyteller. If she moved popular modern martial arts and fairy novels to ancient times and sold them to storytellers in restaurants, would she be able to make a fortune?

Fang Qingrou thought about it carefully, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible it became.

She stood up in a flash, startling Brother Quan who was dozing by the fire and said, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Fang Qingrou was so cute by Brother Quan's appearance that she couldn't help but kiss his little face and thought to herself: How could she have the heart to beat such a cute child?
Brother Quan was a little embarrassed to be kissed by Fang Qingrou. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "Mom, will you really be good to Brother Quan in the future?"

Fang Qingrou nodded, "You don't believe my mother and you don't believe Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"Believe, believe!" Brother Quan clasped his hands together, looking pious, "Bodhisattva, Brother Quan believes in you!"

Fang Qingrou rubbed his little head twice and then went to see Mrs. Song who was putting away the soles of her shoes, "Mom, do we have paper and pen at home?"

Mrs. Song was startled, and she scratched her hair twice with a needle. "Yes, there is. It was left over from when I was studying. What do you want with that thing?"

When Fang Qingrou heard that there was one, she immediately became happy and said mysteriously, "Use it to make money!"

"Making money?" Mrs. Song didn't know why, but she got up and went to get it.

Not long after, she came over with a small stack of paper and a brush with flying hair, "There are only so many, Xiaorou, this paper is precious, so you should use it sparingly!"

The moment Fang Qingrou saw the pen and paper, her head was blown. How could she forget that in ancient times, writing was done with a brush?It takes so much effort to write a novel!

Mrs. Song didn't notice that Fang Qingrou was serious and said to herself, "Your parents also taught you to read and write? I haven't heard of it."

(End of this chapter)