C1 The Wicked Come to the Door

At the west end of Three River Village.

A little girl was hesitating in front of the fence next door. She was wearing a patched up old dress which was starched white, and her thin little face was pale to the point of sickness.

The sudden high fever caused the already destitute Zhuang Qing to be completely embarrassed. Even if she ate the few pills she had saved up, she would not be able to do anything about it. Yesterday, when the rice jar ran out, Zhuang Qing was so hungry that she couldn't do anything about it.

However, she had always been a thin-skinned person and had never begged anyone before. After wandering around for a while, she could not even raise her hand to knock on the door.

However, Zhao Wu, who was inside, was extremely worried.

He scooped up a bowl of rice and walked her out the door. "Little Sister Zhuang, look at you, you're so hungry that you can't even stand straight anymore. Take this rice and go back to rescue her."

"Thank you, Big Brother Zhao!" Zhuang Qing was pleasantly surprised as she extended her hand in gratitude.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu grabbed her wrist and smiled sinisterly, "But, after eating Brother Zhao's rice, shouldn't we repay Brother Zhao's kindness?"

As he spoke, he was about to drag Zhuang Qing into the courtyard. His intentions were obvious.

Zhuang Qing was so frightened that her face turned pale. She immediately struggled, but to no avail. Zhuang Qing, who had used too much strength, heavily fell. The back of her head knocked against a rock, and with a loud bang, no longer moved.

Zhao Wu quickly went up and saw that a pool of blood was spreading. He shakily extended his hand and checked his breath. He was immediately terrified. Without caring about the rice, he rolled into his house and closed the door.

In the corner of a remote village, it was so quiet that only the chirping of cicadas could be heard.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the young girl lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. Her pair of gentle, clear eyes were uncharacteristically bright and sharp. It was as if she was a completely different person.

"Hiss …" Zhuang Qing covered her head as she sat up. Looking at her surroundings, she frowned, "Aren't I rescuing people at the fire? Where is this?"

The moment those words were spoken, an intense pain rushed into Zhuang Qing's head, causing her to nearly faint once more. Accompanying the pain was a large amount of memory fragments. Transmigration, ancient times, the same name and the same surname …

After Zhuang Qing endured a headache to understand all of this, she could only sigh deeply.

It didn't matter if he was rich or expensive. At the very least, he would be able to provide them with warmth and food. If he didn't have money, he would have half a life and there was even the start of an ill-intentioned neighbor.

"Goo ~ ~ ~"

Zhuang Qing's stomach had never felt so sour before, and his vision turned black. He really didn't know how the original owner endured it. She unhesitatingly took the bowl of rice and supported herself back to her own house with her weak body. She first went to the kitchen and started a fire to cook.

Fortunately, the memories in his body were still there, so he wouldn't be blinded by the fire. Just as Zhuang Qing finished cooking the rice, there was an ear-piercing scream from outside the door.

"The one with the surname Zhuang!" "You shameless fox, get out here right now!"

Zhuang Qing added a stick of firewood to the clay stove without paying any attention to anything else.

The sound of cursing came from afar, and soon, a big, burly, ferocious woman barged into the courtyard. Zhuang Qing cast a glance at her chubby face and quickly matched it with her memory.

Zhang Chunhua. Zhao Wu's wife.

This revered appearance was actually called 'Spring Flower'. It was unknown what Mr and Mrs Zhang were thinking when they chose this name. Zhuang Qing complained in his heart, and Zhao Wu, who followed behind, was still a little afraid, but seeing that Zhuang Qing was standing in front of the stove without having to take responsibility for a lawsuit, he immediately let out a sigh of relief and shouted, "Little sister Zhuang! Are you okay? "

Now that she was jealous, she pushed away the weak Zhuang Qing with her fat body and took the rice out of the pot in front of the stove while gritting her teeth.

"There isn't a shameless bitch like you in the village! You want to seduce my man and even want to eat my family's rice?

When Zhuang Qing saw that not only did she shave the rice, but she also spat into the wok, her face immediately turned cold. "Which eye of yours saw me seducing him?"

Zhang Chunhua stretched out her neck, "You look just like a fox. You have a mother and no son, so how can your morals and morals be any better?"

Her voice was loud, almost pointing at her nose.