The beautiful man is coming: the supernatural peasant girl is really happy

Chapter 2 Is this worn? 1
The scorching sun scorched the earth, and even the crooked-necked willow at the head of the village was sunburned. I don’t know who’s free-range hens were gurgling, and the chimneys of the farmhouse’s earthen house began to emit curls. cooking smoke.

The old cow tied at the head of the village was grinding its hooves irritably, but the furious sound from the head of the village caused the surrounding villagers to stick their heads out of their houses.

On the not-so-wide dirt road, a woman in her twenties was squatting on the road and crying. She was holding in her arms a thin, pale-looking little girl who was about five or six years old. In front of them, an old woman in her fifties was holding her hands on her hips, cursing some nasty words.

"What are you screaming for? I don't know, but I thought it was my mother who lost your family. A sick child, if he dies, he will die. Don't lie here and look for bad luck for my mother."

The old woman's voice was very loud, which attracted many people to come out to watch the excitement.

The noisy voices around made the crying woman who was holding the child even more miserable, and the old woman was still cursing, "Little bitch, cry, cry, cry, you will cry, you listen to me!" , today I will distribute the rice from your third family, you don’t have your share of the rice at home, did you hear that?”

"Mother, you can't do this, Lailai is still young, how can we survive without food."

"I don't care, anyway, you little bastards have to move out of the big house for me today, otherwise I will throw this sick child to my mother, and my mother's family will not keep me for nothing."

The old woman was wearing a navy blue dress, and her pampered face had a sarcastic expression, which made her look a little hateful.

She was cursing there, while the miserable woman holding the child and crying was still crying, she looked like a little white flower that had been abused many times.

After saying this, the old woman turned around and walked towards her house, as if she really didn't care about the life and death of the miserable woman's family who were pushed to the ground and cried.

The people around pointed and pointed at them, and occasionally some people sighed a few times. Unfortunately, this old woman is usually too arrogant and domineering in the village, and not many people dare to provoke her.

When Bai Ergou came back from digging wild vegetables on the mountain, he saw a large group of people surrounded by the gate of his house. The familiar crying sound faintly made him angry. He dropped his things and pulled out the crowd and ran in. Grandma bullied her mother and younger sister, and even planned to leave.

Rushing to his mother's expression, he yelled at his grandmother, "Grandma, what are you trying to do, bully my mother and sister while my father is not at home?"

Hearing her son's voice, Mrs. Xue seemed to gain strength. She struggled to stand up and said with red eyes, "Son, your grandma is trying to force your mother and sister to death. In this hot weather, your grandma She actually wanted us to separate."

"What? Break up?"

The voice of the big boy who had just changed his voice was not pleasant, and he yelled so loudly that Liu's foot that wanted to step into the threshold did not step in.

She turned around angrily and yelled at Bai Ergou, "Damn boy, what are you yelling at, why don't you hurry up and take your mother and your sick little sister away, our old Bai family can't afford you group of losers."

Mrs. Liu's voice was very loud, echoing on the dirt road, probably everyone around heard it.

There was a lot of noise on their side, but no one noticed that the little girl lying in her mother's arms opened her eyes at this moment.

Pain, pain all over her body, this was the only feeling she felt, she opened her eyes blankly, she blinked and looked at the surrounding scene, and the memories that did not belong to her were tumbling in her mind.

She was stunned!Have you crossed over?

Bai Jasmine is no stranger to the word time travel. Many of them specifically looked for this type of novels to read in their sophomore year of high school, but they were not so lucky in their senior year of high school.

Thinking that she might have time-traveled, she couldn't help but smiled wryly. She didn't die, so she still wore it?Is this luck?
(End of this chapter)