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Old Man Zhao said angrily, "Go get it!"

Mrs Feng gouged Zhao Ajiao out with her eyes, went to her room and grabbed four eggs and a big empty bowl, placing it on the table.

Zhao Ajiao placed the four eggs into a bowl in Zhao Lanlan's embrace and used a wooden spoon to scoop up half a bowl of chicken soup. She didn't bring a single piece of meat.

After they finished scooping up the soup, Zhao Ajiao took a glance at Zhao Lanlan. Zhao Lanlan, who was carrying the food, followed closely behind her. The two of them went out and returned to the second room.

Mrs Zhang's eyes turned red from anger. "Dad, Mom!" This slut has already stepped on your two elders' faces. You two … "

Old Man Zhao stared at the small bowl of chicken soup in front of him and was so angry that he lost his appetite.

Hearing Mrs Zhang's words, Old Man Zhao glared at her. "Shut up!" If you don't want to eat, then scram! "

Mrs Zhang immediately stopped talking. Even her son, Zhao Chunsheng, didn't have any objections.

Only Mrs Zhang's daughter, Zhao Duo'er, was very unhappy, but she did not dare to express it.

When Zhao Fugui, the uncle, saw that both his old man and his son had chicken soup, he was unable to vent his anger.

The Second Branch was truly mighty now, even allowing the two elders to back down.

What secret did that fool Zhao Ajiao know that forced them to endure?

He decided that he would ask Mrs Zhang to scout him later. Otherwise, in the future, their main house would be completely suppressed by the Second Room!

"..."

When Mrs Yu and the other two saw what Zhao Ajiao and Zhao Lanlan had put down, they found it hard to believe.

Zhao Yong'an opened his eyes even wider, "Big..." "Elder sister, you couldn't have brought the rest of the chicken soup, right?"

"You don't need to worry about that. All you said was, do you want chicken soup or not? Do you want chicken meat?" Zhao Ajiao grabbed a piece of chicken and shook it in front of him. After seeing that he couldn't stop swallowing, she stuffed the meat into his mouth.

"Oooh! It smells so good …"

Speaking of which, this was Zhao Yong'an's first time eating such a big mouthful of chicken meat. Usually, when it was Zhao Yong'an's turn, it would be chicken dregs.

It was really too delicious!

Zhao Ajiao told Zhao Lanlan to go to the kitchen and bring a few bowls over. She divided the chicken soup, and everyone had several pieces of chicken in their bowls.

The family ate their fill with chicken soup. This meal was both delicious and satisfying.

Mrs Yu picked up the dishes and was about to wash them when Zhao Ajiao brought the eggs over. Mrs Zhang was in the kitchen washing the pots and pans. Her eyes almost popped out when she saw the two coming over.

Zhao Ajiao walked over to light the fire and prepared to cook the eggs. Mrs Zhang purposefully bumped into her and threw an egg into the air. With a "pa da" sound, the egg fell onto the ground and mixed together with Chai Hui.

"Are you f * cking done yet!" Zhao Ajiao's temper was completely enraged. She grabbed Mrs Zhang's collar with her free hand and started swearing.

Mrs Zhang was a head taller than her, so looking up to see only her nostrils was f * cking annoying.

"Didn't you just want to eat more? "Fine, I'll give you the egg. You'd better lick it clean!" Zhao Ajiao dragged Mrs Zhang to the shattered egg and tripped her on the ground. If it wasn't for her weak body, she would have already been smashed to the ground by her Taekwondo black segment in her previous life.

"Mrs Zhang fell to the ground, her face wet with egg drops mixed with wood dust." You damned little bastard, why don't you just go and die! "

Mrs Yu was frightened. Feeling that this girl was bewitched, she quickly pulled Zhao Ajiao along. "Ajiao, forget it. We'll come back again if we mess with your grandma again."

Zhao Ajiao stomped her foot on Mrs Zhang's shoulder. "I won't do anything if they don't attack me. If you still can't see the situation clearly, come at me!"

F * ck!

It was one thing to have transmigrated, but he was still such a poor family! It was one thing to be poor, but everyone in this family looked down on people!

Having been in the elite circle for so long, with such a calm personality, he couldn't even tolerate it!

Did the tiger not show off his might because he thought she was a sick cat?

Mrs Zhang groaned and raised her head to curse. When she met Zhao Ajiao's crazy eyes, her heart trembled a little and she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Mrs Yu wanted to help, but she was stopped by Zhao Ajiao.

Mrs Zhang left angrily while pinching her aching waist, going to complain to the two elders.

Without Mrs Zhang's blabbering, Zhao Ajiao quickly cooked the eggs and dragged Mrs Yu back to her room. She rolled the red and swollen areas on the eggs for Mrs Yu and Yong'an to remove blood stasis.

After rolling, he gave the eggs to Mrs Yu and Yong'an. Zhao Ajiao handed the remaining egg to Zhao Lanlan.

Zhao Lanlan hesitated for a long time. Then, she broke an egg into two halves and gave half to Zhao Ajiao.

Before she went to bed, Mrs Yu was worried that someone from the main house would come to settle the score, so she didn't even look at him when she fell asleep.

Zhao Ajiao, on the other hand, could not sleep. Thinking about the original owner's memories, she would never be full. Only then would her small body get malnourished. Such a life really wasn't something a person could live.

Even if she used Zhao Zhenzhu's incident to shock the family right now, it would probably be even worse in the future.

Before that, she had to find a way to earn money and bring people from the second branch over!

However, almost all of the Li family villages rely on farming to survive. It's already good enough for them to eat their fill, so how can they earn any money?

In her previous life, when she was in bed, she would have a lot of money in her account, but now, she was worrying about food. This was truly …

The next morning, Mrs Zhang was beaten into a corner by Zhao Ajiao, causing her to be unable to get out of bed.

Mrs Yu was called out early in the morning to make breakfast and clean the house.

Zhao Ajiao thought of a way to earn some money, so she went straight to the kitchen and had a bowl of brown rice porridge. She picked up some mixed grains and went out with a small basket and a small shovel.

She came out a little early. Every household had smoke coming out of their chimneys, but no one could be seen. Relying on her original body, she walked out of the village.

The hill at the end of the village was the key to improving rations.

Some were chopping firewood on the mountain, some were digging wild vegetables on the mountain, and some were hunting wild game on the mountain.

Along the way, Zhao Ajiao picked up some fir fungus from the mountain. Because fir fungi grew in termites nests, nobody dared to eat them. Not long after Zhao Ajiao picked them up, she found about a small basket.

Unknowingly, she came to a depression in the mountainside, where the same green plants grew. These plants had longitudinal grooves on the surface of their stems, and their palm-shaped leaves were about 2-3 m in height, and their leaves were about 5-9 cm deep and compound.

Zhao Ajiao was too familiar with this plant!

In modern times, she would usually like handmade products to relieve the pressure, and her favorite was to make cloth tie-dyed and made food, this plant was used to make hemp fiber hemp.

Right now, she was wearing coarse clothes made from hemp thread, but these raw materials were all in the hands of a few people.

Take old Zhao Family for example, it was basically something that Zhao Zhenzhu passed on to her first cousin after passing through, and then to the second room. Mrs Yu would help her and Zhao Lanlan wear it after modifying it.

Right now, these fibers were not ripe yet. When they were ripe, she would look good making clothes for herself and her family. At the very least, it would be much easier and more convenient than embroidering a little.

While Zhao Ajiao was excitedly observing the growth of this weed, a moan came from the underbrush.