Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Song qiuer dodges, and Qian continues to rush towards her. Song qiuer wants to retreat, but she quietly covers her waist with a hand and pushes her forward.

Xu Shi's original owner is weak. Song qiuer stumbles in front of Qian Shi and takes a stick. The pain comes from her back. She struggles to get up and stares at Qian Shi.

"What are you dawdling about here? Help me to choose dishes quickly!" Qian was not angry and hung the feather duster on the wall. The fat on his body trembled as he walked around: "if you're not dead, roll over quickly, or you'll have good fruit to eat!"

A sneer came from behind. Song qiuer turned her head and saw song bao'er covering her mouth and gloating. She took a deep breath and weighed her body. If she directly fought with Qian's mother and daughter, there would be no harm.

She slowly moved to Qian's back and pretended to be afraid. Sure enough, Qian nodded with satisfaction and turned to enter the room. Song qiuer followed him and saw that there were several cages of sweet potato leaves on the floor, giving off a bad smell.

Pick up the sweet potato leaves and soak them in the water. The chilling cold suddenly invades her body. She has a lot of frostbite on her hand. When she is soaked in water, it is itchy and painful. Song bao'er, who is a partial student, is still standing beside with a handful of melon seeds to eat leisurely, which makes her want to be lazy.

No, so I had to wash the dirt off the sweet potato leaves and put the rotten leaves aside. Then I put the neatly washed sweet potato leaves on the stove.

Qian looked at the sweet potato leaves and frowned. He scooped up a ladle of water and put it in the pot. After boiling, he threw the leaves into the pot and boiled them for a few times. Then he took out a broken porcelain bowl and handed it to song qiuer.

Song qiuer took it and wanted to scoop up the rice, but she was beaten hard by Qian. She couldn't bear it. A bowl of leaves fell to the ground. Qian jumped angrily: "song qiuer, what do you mean! After one death, I'm full of courage

There is a peculiar smell of sweet potato leaves in the air. Qian is still pointing at Song qiuer with a vicious face. Song qiuer's eyes are silent and cold.

"Well, don't eat these two days!" Qian continued to curse, hand is not empty, the eggs sent by the aunt into the oil pan: "I worked hard to raise you this little white eyed wolf, the result today also dare to lose my food, really lawless."

As soon as her voice fell, a bowl of water suddenly flew into the pot and splashed the oil on her. Qian yelled and stepped back a few steps, looking at the blisters on her hands. She was furious: "song qiuer, what are you doing?"

Song qiuer's face shrank, holding a broken porcelain bowl picked up from the ground, weakly explained: "aunt, I thought you were going to make egg soup, so I wanted to help you."

Looking at Qian's this appearance, song qiuer's heart rises happy, piansheng's face is still innocent: "are you OK, aunt?"

"You, you did it on purpose." Qian looked at Song qiuer incredulously: "you want to harm me!"

When song bao'er saw that his mother had been hurt, he was also angry. He took song qiu'er's hand, blushed and slapped him in the face. As a result, he didn't touch her. Suddenly, a big drink came from outside: "song bao'er, what are you doing?"

Frightened, song bao'er puts down his arm and sees a thin man walking in from the outside. He pulls song qiu'er behind him: "you bully your sister, you don't want to die, do you?"

"Song Dazhuang, is bao'er your daughter or is this little beast your daughter?" When Qian saw his husband helping song qiuer, he sat down on the ground and began to cry. His face trembled: "I've been married to the Song family for so many years, and I haven't had a good day. Now it's good. You're still helping outsiders. I'm dead, and I'll be killed."

"Mother!" Song bao'er also rushed over, pretending to be like a pair of hard-working mothers and daughters with Qian.

When song Dazhuang's brain hurt, he tried to pull up Qian's family in the past, but he was thrown away by Qian's family. He was clumsy and didn't know how to comfort him. He just held Qian's mother and daughter and said incoherent things.

Song qiuer stands aside and looks on coldly. The uncle seems to love himself, but in fact he is extremely afraid of his wife. Every time he wants to help himself, he is bluffed by Qian like a shrew.

Sure enough, this time again, Qian stood aside and confused right and wrong. Song bao'er pretended to be miserable. Song Dazhuang looked at Song qiu'er helplessly and walked away silently.

As soon as he left, Qian showed his disgust again. He went to the kitchen table and opened the lid of the pot. He forgot to turn off the fire just now. Now it's dark and can't eat. So he went out to pick some corn from the eaves, put it in the water and cook it. Then he picked it up and put it aside and put down a bowl of spicy soup.

A warmth in the dining room heating up, but does not belong to song qiuer.

Qian asked song qiuer not to eat, and song Dazhuang did not dare to stop him, so he had to let song qiuer sit alone and starve.

Song qiuer covers her shriveled stomach and begins to miss her life in the previous life. The weather in late autumn has turned cold. She is still wearing ragged old clothes. She is chilly outside, and she can't keep warm.

She knew that she was suffering from cold in her body, and the most urgent thing was to take good care of her body, slowly thinking about the future, and suddenly put a bowl of Wowotou in front of her.