Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 2
Looking along the sound, Jiang Fuyuan discovered a child sitting on the bumpy threshold.

It's not appropriate to call him a child. He could be considered a little baby at most. He looked like he was less than three years old. He had a big head and a small body. He was skinny, black and dry, like a starving corpse.

As soon as Xiao Heiwa finished speaking, a slightly larger figure walked out of the dark room.

He was also a child, about five or six years old, equally thin, with sunken cheeks, and a pair of big black eyes that burst out with an expression of vigilance and fear when he saw Jiang Fuyuan.

Da Hei Wa quickly stuffed a small lump of sticky stuff into Little Hei Wa's mouth.

"eat fast!"

Little Heiwa chewed hard, but the food in his mouth was sticky and dry, making his little black face turn pale due to choking.

I'm going to choke if I keep going like this!

Jiang Fuyuan loosened the hem of her clothes carrying wild fruits and stepped forward to give Little Heiwa a pat on the back.

Da Hei Wa stepped in front of Little Hei Wa and bared his teeth like a little wolf cub.

"Don't come over here! This is the last piece of glutinous rice cake in the house! It's gone!"

He clearly saw that the nominal stepmother had jumped into the river and sank to the bottom, so he ran home quickly to find the last bit of food for his brother.

Since the stepmother married his father, not only has she not prepared delicious food for him and his brother as others said, but she has almost eaten his and his brother's rations several times.

After their father left home, grandma gave them less and less food day by day, and finally kicked the three of them out of the house. The stepmother didn't want to take care of them and just yelled at the air all day long.

Seeing his brother crying from hunger, he had to go out to find food.

Wild grasses, wild vegetables, bark crickets... He has tasted them all. Every time he hides outside to eat a few bites. Only when he doesn't feel stomach pain will he take them home for his brother to eat.

But more often than not, it was the stepmother who took away the food he had worked so hard to find, regardless of whether his brother and he would starve to death.

He traveled several miles to get this piece of glutinous rice cake from an old Taoist man yesterday. He hid it hard just to wait for his stepmother to go out today.

They haven't eaten for two days, and the younger brother will starve to death if he doesn't eat.

The bluffing little wolf cub is no match for Jiang Fuyuan. No matter how thin his new body is, he is still an adult.

Grabbing the back of Da Hei Wa's neck, he lifts it up, moves it, and puts it down like a chicken.

He picked up the lighter little Heiwa and placed him on his knees. He patted his back with one hand and quickly took out the glutinous rice cake from his mouth with the other hand.

When I took it out, I saw that it was not glutinous rice cake. It was just a dough ball mixed with Guanyin soil.

If there is too much soil but little flour, Guanyin soil can relieve temporary hunger, but if you eat too much, it will condense and cause death.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned: "Is this all you want to eat?"

Daheiwa rushed up like a cannonball, desperately pulling her arm to try to rescue her brother.

"Let go! Let go of Xiaobai!"

Unfortunately, he was young and frail, so his younger brother Ke Mingbai was still surrounded by his stepmother and sat on her lap.

Jiang Fuyuan raised his head and looked to the west, where the smoke was curling up, just when the villagers were cooking dinner.

Mu Cizhan's mother-in-law, Ke Mingsong's and Ke Mingbai's grandmother's house were under the smoke.

Jiang Fuyuan's lips curled up: "Let's go, mother will take you to eat something delicious."

She picked up the little one and left. Ke Mingsong looked at his younger brother who was lying on his stepmother's shoulder with tears in his eyes, stamped his feet and gritted his teeth to follow.

The worst he could do was to be betrayed by her. As long as he could be with his brother, he was not afraid of anything.

After walking for a while, Ke Mingsong discovered that they were really heading to grandma's house.

He is familiar with this road.

After my father went to join the army, my family of three was driven from this road to the deserted house at the east end of the village by my grandmother.

Several times, my brother was so hungry that he cried. He went along this road to ask his grandma for some food. Of course, his grandma drove him back along this road.

What does this woman want?
Do you want to rely on them to win sympathy in exchange for stuttering?Then she is too whimsical.

Along the way, Ke Mingsong's little mind was in a state of confusion.He knew very well what the grandma's family looked like, and this stepmother was just bringing humiliation to herself.

Apparently Ke Chen had the same idea. When she saw the three of them appearing at the door of the courtyard, she scolded angrily with a black face: "You crazy bitch, what are you doing in my house?"

Jiang Fuyuan didn't even look at her, and all his attention fell on the dining table in the middle of the courtyard.

There are more than a dozen large snow-white steamed buns stacked on top of each other. The burnt and oily buns are sprinkled with thick sesame seeds. The rice cakes are boiled in the thick porridge soup. There is even a pottery bowl with four pieces on the table. Boiled eggs.

[The food at the old woman’s house is really good. 】

Mrs. Ke Chen did not expect that her second daughter-in-law, who would lower her head and sob when she scolded her a few words before, would dare to ignore her. She raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips and continued to attack.

"It's bad luck when I see you. If you don't stay in the house, who are you running out to scare! I said you..."

Jiang Fuyuan turned a deaf ear and hugged the little boy with one hand, while using the other hand she wanted to push Ke Chen away so that he could get to the table and eat.

Pushed and didn't move at all.

She really overestimated her physical ability. She had never had a full meal before jumping into the river. She estimated that the only food in her belly was the wild fruits given by Xiaopang. Where did she get the capital and Ke Chen who had been eating and drinking all day long? Confrontation?

"Haha..." Jiang Fuyuan finally faced Ke Chen and put on a smile to hide her embarrassment, "Mother-in-law, I see that your hall is dark and dark clouds are covering your head. I think there will be a bloody disaster today."

Dare you curse her?Mrs. Ke Chen's cheeks twitched with anger, and she raised her right hand to slap this crazy daughter-in-law.

Today she was going to let her taste what it meant to be truly dark and clouded.

The wind in the palm was fierce, which showed that the owner of the hand was merciless.

Jiang Fuyuan held the baby's buttocks with one hand and pressed his head on her shoulder with the other hand, preventing him from seeing the bloody scene that followed. Using her toes as the axis, she made a light spin, and the ruthless iron palm rubbed against the hem of her clothes. It passed by and hit the door axis firmly.

The door shaft is actually a thick wooden pile, with several slits cut out for mortise and tenon joints. The unpolished slits are full of rough and sharp burrs. Ke Chen slapped it up, and instantly there were several half-inch long wooden thorns. Plunge into the palm of your hand.

Blood spurted out instantly, and several gorgeous little red flowers bloomed on the door.

Jiang Fuyuan's voice was soft: "Mother-in-law, arbitrarily falsely accusing others of being crazy is an act of stoma. There will be retribution."

The low words, which were difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger, reached Ke Chen's ears for no reason and made her tremble all over. For a moment, she hugged her injured hand and made no other movements.

Jiang Fuyuan took the opportunity to hold the younger one with one hand and the older one with the other, and walked straight to the dining table.

Serve the porridge, take the steamed buns, sit down, and start eating.

The movements were so smooth that everyone in the Ke family was stunned on the spot.

When she finished one bowl of porridge in one go and opened the second bowl, Mrs. Ke Chen screamed at the top of her lungs as if she had just woken up from a dream: "You are a murderer! How dare you eat my food!"

She used her other good hand to pick up the laundry stick by the wall and was about to hit Jiang Fuyuan.

Unexpectedly, just as he took the first step, his ankle was tripped by an invisible rope, and the laundry stick came out of his hand, hitting Old Ke next to him on his head.

Immediately, a swell the size of a quail egg bulged up on Old Man Ke's head, and he fell to the ground with an ouch.

"Old man! Old man!"

Ke Chen screamed like a pig, turned around and said to his own son Ke Laosan who was still stunned on the spot: "Go and tie up this Sangmenxing! She beat your father and you didn't watch. !”

Ke Laosan: ...it was obviously you who missed it...

Under the majesty of his mother, he had to roll up his sleeves with a grimace, picked up the thick hemp rope used to tie up the piglets and walked towards Jiang Fuyuan's family of three.

"Second sister-in-law, I'm sorry..."

He gritted his teeth and pounced forward, but the hemp rope seemed to be grabbed by someone. It stopped and turned around in the air, and instead was wrapped around his own neck.

The rope received force out of thin air, dragging Ke Laosan in the opposite direction, and finally tied him to the fence of the pig pen.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, except Jiang Fuyuan.

She gave Xiaopang a thumbs up under the table, and took the time to stuff two big snow-white steamed buns into the hands of the two Zaizai.

"eat fast."

(End of this chapter)