Chapter 1

"Wake up, mother."

A weak child's voice sounded in her ear. Song Xijiao got up from the bed with frowning eyebrows. She felt a void in her abdomen and opened her eyes reluctantly.

Where is this? She half narrowed her eyes and circled the room. A five or six-year-old boy, dirty and bruised, came into view.

The boy looked at him carefully, his eyes showed a look of fear, as if he was very afraid. After half a day, he mumbled his mouth and said four words: "mother, I'm hungry."

This sentence also successfully aroused the hunger feeling in Song Xijiao's stomach. She once again circled the room she was in and determined that this was not her usual work room, but a simple adobe room. There was a big hole in the roof of the house, which was constantly blowing in and blowing. There were peeling wall around the corner, a black table and a mess The bad stove is like ancient times.

Who are you? Where is this? Why does the little boy call himself his mother? She was single for 23 years, and even the little boy's hands had not been touched. How could suddenly make complaints about a son named her mother?

with Tucao, Song Xijiao's brain gradually emerged from the original memory that did not belong to her.

She is just tired of work, lie on the table to sleep for a while, even through the history of the great Zheng Dynasty is not recorded. Fortunately, the memory of this pair of body has not been lost, and she can also have a glimpse of her own situation.

The original owner of this pair of body was song Yongxu, a lady from the third room of the Song family, who was rich in the city. Because she was lazy, her limbs were not diligent, her grain was not divided, and she did not invite the master to see her. In addition, there was a contradiction between the second room and the third room. The third room's son was fond of gambling and dissipated his wealth. His father was so angry that he had separated his family three years ago.

Later, the owner moved out of the house with his mother and brother. Unfortunately, his only savings were lost by his gambling brother, and he was even forced to marry others to pay off his debts with betrothal gifts.

What is hateful is that the original owner is not only useless, but also weak in character. He also wants to curry favor with the relatives who drove them out of the mansion, hoping to return to the Song family and continue to be her young lady one day.

After a few days, it was the eldest lady's birthday. The original owner had to raise money to curry favor with the eldest lady to prepare gifts. Because of the dispute with her husband over this matter, he went on a hunger strike and starved himself to death.

Song Xijiao make complaints about it in her heart. In this age, even such a woman of the highest quality could starve herself to death for Rong Huafugui's sake. She is not unable to accept the reality of her own crossing, but she can not accept that she should cross to such an excellent original owner.

"Mother, are you all right?" The child looked at her with wide eyes, but was still afraid.

Forget it, she touched the flat stomach, or to solve the problem of eating first. She struggled to stand up and patted the boy on the head and asked, "what do you want to eat? My mother will make it for you."

The boy instinctively stepped back a step, muttered a small mouth and said: "mother, you did not carefully cook yesterday, the kitchen has been burned, a big piece of black, can not be used."

She immediately helped her forehead speechless. What kind of product is this? The original owner is not diligent in limbs and does not divide all kinds of grains. She can burn the kitchen when making a meal.

Seeing his bad complexion, the child gently pinched her skirt and said, "mother, we can wait for Dad to come back. Dad has gone hunting in the back mountain. It should be back in the dark."

Song Xijiao looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, touched her stomach, patted her hands, and decided to feed herself. When her father came back, she was afraid that the day lily would be cold.

She went to the kitchen. The poor kitchen had just experienced a big fire. Both walls were blackened and the stove was in a mess.

The boy stepped back carefully. He knew that every time his mother cooked food, it was no less than a disaster.

Song Xijiao sighed. She picked up the iron pot which could not be distinguished from the color on the stove. She made a little water and painted it out of its original shape. She took advantage of the water to look for it. She found that there was no other food to eat except a small bag of broken rice in the room.

She thought in despair that she was really a bloody mildew for eighteen generations before she could stand such a master.

"My mother, I'm not hungry. Let's not cook. When Dad comes back, dad will bring us delicious food." The boy advised him carefully.

At this time, she remembered that the owner of this pair of body had been very bad to chestnuts before, because chestnuts were not his own children, but were picked up by her husband from the outside. Her feelings were weak. Therefore, she often beat and scold him, regardless of his hunger and cold, and always scolded him for being a little beast begging for food. Therefore, the child was always very afraid of him.

"Good chestnut, you go out to play, my mother to find some food for you to cook delicious."

The boy nodded his head cleverly. Looking at his sensible and pitiful appearance, he felt pity and thought that he must treat the child well in the future.

She went out with a spade and searched the back of the house. After a while, she saw a bunch of bitter vegetables. Her father, chestnut, was a hunter. She knew the truth.Chestnut's small head came over, with doubts in his eyes, and he bit his lips and asked her, "mother, can I eat this dish?"

"Don't you understand that?" Song Xijiao looked down at the chestnut and said: this you don't know. This is called Kucai, is a perennial herb, also known as Patrinia, has antibacterial, antipyretic, anti-inflammatory, eyesight and other functions.

She washed the bitter vegetables, washed them, blanched them, and then went to get some ingredients and added some salt to stir them. In a short time, a fresh and fragrant bitter dish was born.

Chestnuts were watching. I didn't know when the mother who cooked would burn the kitchen so much.

She also used the small bag of broken rice, cooked some porridge, and sent the chestnuts to the wooden table in the yard. Although the chestnuts were greedy, they still did not move the chopsticks cleverly and wisely, waiting for song Xijiao to finish cleaning up the kitchen and eat together.

"Well, what good food is this eating?" With a sharp sounding female voice, a 25-6-year-old woman swaggered in.

Chestnut was all of a sudden cramped in place, waiting for a long time before whispering aunt.

"Shut up, I have nothing to do with you. You're just a wild boy that the man picked up, and I can't afford that. "

Hearing the news, song Xijiao is curious about who this is, but she still cleans up the kitchen before she walks out.

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