C1 There Are Wolves in Front and Tigers in the Back

There was a hubbub, and someone was crying beside her.

Soong Qiu'er opened her eyes impatiently, only to find her eyes covered by a dirty white cloth.

She pulled off the white cloth and stood up shakily. The crowd was silent for a moment and their faces were full of fear.

Most of them were wearing coarse hemp shirts, and their skin was rough and dark. The fat woman leading them, upon seeing Song Zhiqiu sober up, screamed, "You, you, how did you come back to life!"

He came back to life?

Before Soong Qiu'er could react, everyone retreated as if they had seen a ghost. The woman stepped forward and pulled Soong Qiu'er's collar, dragging her into the village while cursing.

"You actually dare to play dead!?" It's the opposite of you, you little bastard! "

"Wait a moment!" Soong Qiu'er broke away from the flow and took a few steps back. She looked at everyone with a vigilant gaze. Just as she was about to ask, her mind was suddenly overwhelmed by a torrent of memories.

That woman was her aunt, surnamed Qian. She usually liked to bully the previous owner of the house, but when she saw that she was stunned and didn't say anything, she wanted to slap Soong Qiu'er, but she was dodged by Soong Qiu'er. Soong Qiu'er said angrily, "Aunt, why are you hitting me again!"

Everyone looked at the scene and screamed, "Oh! Qiu'er, quickly tell us, what happened to your old Soong Family?"

Soong Qiu'er was about to tell her memories of the vicious incident when a pretty girl jumped in front of the old woman. "Aunt, what else is there? My sister is disobedient, so mother has no choice but to teach her about the rules, and in the end, sister still feigned death and shamelessness!"

The little girl looked extremely similar to the woman. Seeing her face, Soong Qiu'er suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. The death of the original owner had something to do with her younger sister, Soong Bao'er.

"Bao'er understands." The fat woman touched Soong Bao'er's yellow hair and gave Soong Qiu'er an extremely malicious smile. "Qiu'er doesn't understand anything. Aunt is here to teach. Qiu'er, come back with me!"

Madam Qian's expression showed that she had ill intentions. Soong Qiu'er harrumphed coldly in her heart and suddenly hugged Madam Qian as she sobbed, "Aunt, I, Soong Qiu'er, admire you the most. You saved me, so how could I not listen to you!? Aunt, don't be mistaken. "

She cried miserably, causing anyone who heard her to be moved. Madam Qian obviously didn't understand why that cowardly Soong Qiu'er would suddenly change her appearance. Soong Qiu'er's back was facing the crowd, and a trace of treachery flashed across her eyes.

When the aunt heard Soong Qiu'er's words, she felt sorry for her. She turned around and put half a basket of eggs into Madam Qian's hands and complained, "I don't think Qiu'er is that kind of person. Look at how you beat her up, eat two eggs to make up for it."

"Auntie is still the best." Seeing that Madam Qian wanted to take the egg for herself, Soong Qiu'er accepted it without any hesitation. "Since auntie has said so, Qiu'er will thank Auntie for it."

Madam Qian's expression turned ugly. However, since the crowd did not dare to snatch it back, she had no choice but to pull on Soong Bao'er's hand and force out an ugly smile. "That's true. Qiu'er is very thin and weak. We should make up for it."

The villagers all thought that the storm had passed and they were all chatting and laughing. Madam Qian stood beside Soong Qiu'er and put her hands behind her back. "Little b * tch, hurry up and come back with me!"

Soong Qiu'er was about to say something, but her aunt also kindly urged them to return to the house. Madam Qian was not in a good mood and took the egg basket away with a smug look on her face.

He slowly followed the two back home. What entered his ears was the sound of the hens laying their eggs. In front of him were three neat little houses with strings of chilli and corn on them.

Madam Qian carefully put down the egg, turned around and looked at Soong Qiu'er from head to toe. Just as she was about to scold her, Soong Qiu'er's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

With pain all over her body, Soong Qiu'er slowly moved to a small stool in the yard and sat down. She heaved a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Soong Bao'er's clothes were made of flowers. They were clean and tidy, and there were even two silk flowers on her head. The difference in treatment was obvious.

The original owner had lost both of his parents and was brought back by his uncle who feared his wife. His aunt was a powerful master who was mean and mean. Even their daughter Soong Bao'er often bullied the weak original owner.

The original owner finally couldn't hold it in anymore and complained to his aunt. However, her aunt came and beat her to death, which gave the current Soong Qiu'er an opportunity to do so.

Currently, her entire body was covered in wounds, and deep wounds could even cause pus. If she was not treated, she would only get infected and die. However, this family was very stingy and would definitely not ask for a doctor for her.

Soong Qiu'er sighed deeply, still unable to accept the fact that she had transmigrated.

When she came here, there was no father nor mother who loved her, and she even brought a house full of relatives. Even if she wanted to cry, she couldn't.

Fortunately, she was born in a modern family of traditional Chinese medicine and had read a lot of books on medicinal herbs since childhood. Behind this village were two mountains which definitely contained wild medicinal herbs.

Just as he was considering going up the mountain to look for medicinal herbs, the door was suddenly slammed open and a chair was thrown straight at him.

Soong Qiu'er's eyes narrowed as she dodged the attack. Madam Qian rushed in front of her with a feather duster in her hand and glared viciously at Soong Qiu'er. "Soong Qiu'er! Did you, a jinx, cause your parents to die!? You still want to harm me! Why don't you go and die! "