Chapter 2

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The night was very dark and the wind was very cold. Qin’s cry made Xia Qianqian feel more desolate. However, no matter how hard it is, can you still feel not sad about being trafficked?

Xia Qianqian sighed at her fate, dragged her injured leg to the wooden cart with difficulty, and put her hand in Mother Qin’s hand: “Mother, I am here.”

“Good…” Mother Qin burst into a smile, “Qianqian, isn’t your leg injured? How did you get off? Was the cart too crowded?” While talking, Mother Qin had already got up, and gripping the cart hard to get off. As soon as she started to move, the little sister Xia Yunyun, who was sleeping at her feet, woke up, crying to Xia Qianqian: “Big sister, big sister hug…”

Xia Qianqian:”…”

Now, she still wants a comforting hug!

“Yunyun don’t cry, your eldest sister is here. She just hurt her leg and can’t hold you. Come, come to mother’s arms.” Mother Qin cried gently.

Xia Yunyun was also obedient, and immediately stopped crying. She crawled into Mother Qin’s arms and whispered: “Mother, Yunyun is so hungry…”

Mother Qin’s eyes reddened sadly. There were not many little potatoes left when she was kicked out. She was half-blind, with limited labor ability. The little girl was only three years old, and she was crying due to hunger all day long.

The eldest daughter, who is relatively capable of working, had just gotten on her feet this year, but her grandparents broke her legs because she refused to make a room for the landlord’s stupid son. How do you live days like this?

Xia Qianqian also knew that the situation was grim. It was already autumn, and in two months it would be winter. The three of them might be freeze to death!

Thinking of the days when she had a good life as being the Mrs. Tyrant, Xia Qianqian regretted it when she came to ancient times to suffer.

Gu Yanjing, I will never despise you anymore. If I can return to modern times, I will remarry with you and give birth to a little bun!

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Gu Gu, the stomachs of the mother and daughter were runbling.

Xia Qianqian took support from the wooden board to stand up, and limped to the grove: “I’m going to collect firewood to burn potatoes.”

Mother Qin cried helplessly while holding her little daughter.

After a while, Xia Qianqian picked up a small handful of dry wood and came back, lighted a fire and burned the potatoes.

A small family of three surrounded the fire to keep warm.

There are not many potatoes left, Xia Qianqian only dared to burn three even if she was very hungry. So she wrapped around her stomach and waited for dawn to think of a good solution.

Mother Qin was very reluctant to eat, saying that she was not hungry, and broke her own potatoes in half, to give half to each of her daughter.

Xia Yunyun sipped the potatoes in her mouth, the smell of burning potatoes was floating in the air, and Mother Qin kept swallowing her saliva.

The firewood bounced together with the wind, reflecting Mother Qin’s face. Mother Qin’s looks good, but her temper is too cowardly. Otherwise, the Xia family won’t have bullied her like this.

Xia Qianqian stuffed the potatoes back into Mother Qin’s hands: “If you don’t eat them, I will throw them into the fire and burn them!”

Mother Qin hesitated, as if she was thinking of a big problem, before eating the potatoes.

Biting the small potatoes in small bites, it seems that this is some kind of delicacy of the sea and mountains, and the small potatoes, big as the table tennis ball, were eaten for at least three minutes.

Xia Qianqian looked sad. To be honest, she was so hungry that she can swallow a cow now, that little potato was not enough to stuff her teeth, but she can’t bear to eat anymore. Their situation is just too serious!

“Qianqian, is almost dawn, right?” Mother Qin asked softly.

“It’s still quite early, let’s go to bed!” Xia Qianqian panicked and her voice was dull.

Mither Qin sighed and persuaded: “Qianqian, mother knows that your heart is bitter, and mother doesn’t believe that your father is really dead. Let’s stay here, and when your father comes back, everything will be fine.”

“My father is not someone to be mess with. Was he really killed by bandits?” Xia Qianqian asked strangely.

“That’s what your second uncle said. But… I don’t believe it…” Mother Qin cried again as she said, “Let’s go and take a look at it together, how come the bandits only kill your father and not hurt your second uncle?”

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