I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 238 The poor eat tree roots

Going along the mountain, you will reach Qingshui River after exiting the mountain pass. By the time they turned to the western **** of the mountains, the sun had already set.

Looking at Bai Anyan waiting at the end of the field, Mrs. Li from afar waved to him.

 “Brother Yan, we are back.”

Bai Anyan watched a few people come out and quickly came over with a pole. When he saw the roots in their baskets, his face was stunned.

“Sister-in-law, did you just come back from town? I heard that you were ill and have recovered recently?”

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 But so what? The **** things my own man did. No matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to grit your teeth and swallow it.

“Mom, my cousin seems very angry when she looks at us?”

Hearing Baiyunxi's invitation, Mrs. Zheng curled her lips in disbelief.

Seeing Mrs. Zheng walking home in a hurry, Bai Yunxi shrugged her shoulders innocently. She knew that this man was unhappy.

 Although it is a bit blind, it feels good to be trusted.

 Listening to Bai Anyan's tone, Mrs. Li burst into laughter.

Moreover, the second brother and his wife have promised them that if they get the yard, all the household work will belong to them.

Mrs. Zheng looked at Baiyun River and couldn't help but think of her old house.

Listening to his wife's narration, Bai Anyan scratched his head and turned to look at his mother.

No matter how I think about this matter, I feel uncomfortable. I was so angry and suffocated that I couldn't sleep all night. I had no choice but to go to the town to find a doctor to prescribe some medicinal soup to drink. It was just right in the past two days.

“I’ve never been into the mountains before, and I think it’s quite new. If my cousin is interested, she can come with us, and maybe we can pick up some fungi to add to our dishes.”

“So you don’t know this thing either. My mother said it’s cassava. You have to smash the starch out first. You can make a lot of delicious things.”

 Two hundred five. Two hundred and thirty-four. One hundred and forty-six. Seventy-five

“Ha~, if mom says you can eat it, you can eat it. You put it down and I’ll pick it up and take it home.”

A few people turned from the riverside path to the main road and happened to meet Mrs. Zheng who was returning from the town.

She didn't want to run into the mountains. She was so exhausted that even if she got something back, she wouldn't be able to eat it alone.

Hearing Zheng’s neutral tone, Bai Yunxi smiled gently and didn’t care at all.

She was stupid enough to do that kind of thankless work.

"This? How did you dig up so many tree roots? This stuff is not easy to dry and is not good firewood."

Zheng looked at them picking back so many tree roots and turned to look at the mountain behind. "My cousin has gone into the mountains again. Just let the children chop wood. My cousin doesn't have to do everything herself. Otherwise, what's the point of raising children?"

“It’s winter, and there’s nothing to do if I stay at home. I’ll follow the children for a walk in the mountains, just to exercise.”

 Besides, the second brother’s family got such a big advantage, and they had to work for the family for the rest of their lives.

Hearing the second son's confident expression, Bai Yunxi was extremely pleased.

I have been tossing and turning for so long, even if I have to spend all my money, I just want to hold the house in my own hands. I didn't expect that by flipping it over and over, I got the advantage of the second brother and his family.

Looking at Mrs. Zheng's depressed look, Bai Yunxi knew that Mrs. Zheng seemed to be seriously ill because of the house matter.

"Forget it, I won't go. There are too many things at home, so I can't leave."

 Li followed Bai Yunxi, looked at Zheng's angrily back, and turned her head in confusion.

“We’ve been very busy recently, and we haven’t even had a chance to meet each other. My eldest aunt doesn’t have any holidays with our family. Why is she angry?”

 (End of this chapter)