Reborn 1980 When I was a baby, I wanted to cuckold my scumbag father

Jian Xing, who had already woken up from her nap, heard her mother seem to be talking to someone.

I originally wanted to stay in bed for a while, but the sound became more and more familiar, so I climbed out of bed backwards without even putting on my cotton-padded jacket.

When she arrived at the door of the hall, she saw that disgusting face, and that proud look that made her want to tear her apart.

Seeing that the woman's hand had reached for the bowl, Jian Xing rushed in, climbed onto the chair in twos and twos, picked up the bowl and drank all the water in the bowl.

Xiao Shan was startled and quickly retracted her hand.

Li Wenhua hurriedly looked at his daughter's mouth, "Xing'er, is it burnt? Mom, look at it, ah...!"

Jian Xing shook his head, "It's not hot."

Seeing that his daughter's mouth was fine, Li Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the water was boiled yesterday. The weather was cold, and the heat dissipated quickly when the water was poured out.

Then he picked up his daughter and said to Xiao Shan: "Sorry, please sit down first while I go to dress the child."

Then he hugged his daughter tightly and walked to the bedroom. He frowned and scolded the little man in his arms, "Why are you running in such a hurry? You don't even wear a cotton-padded jacket. Are you thirsty when you go to bed?"

Jian Xing lay on her mother's shoulder and acted pitifully, "Well, I'm thirsty~~"

But unlike her coquettish and soft voice, the eyes looking at the mother and daughter in the main room were cold.

I have been very familiar with this mother and daughter since I can remember in my previous life.

I just didn't expect that this woman would come to Longmen Village and come to provoke her the next day.

Yes, in Jian Xing's view, this behavior and the content of the words he vaguely heard just now were clear provocations.

In the past six months, she has not given space water to her mother frequently. Her mother's physical condition has improved very much, and she only needs to drink a little occasionally.

The water just now was mixed with space water.

But I didn't expect that by chance, I would almost let the mistress drink it. If I really let her drink it, I would be angry to death!

This incident also made her realize that she had to be more cautious in the future and could no longer just take out space water.

After changing clothes and coming out, Jian Xing quickly took all the water back into the space while no one was paying attention.

Li Wenhua looked at the empty bowl on the table, then stood up and picked up the kettle to pour another bowl of water for the guests.

Um?I shook the kettle in my hand. Is it really gone?There were obviously a lot just now.

Li Wenhua was shocked when he glanced at Xiao Shan, who was sitting there with a smile on his face.

She just went to the bedroom to put some clothes on her daughter, and this guy drank a bottle of water?

So thirsty?

So he said a little awkwardly: "You sit down first, and I'll boil a kettle of water."

Xiao Shan pulled Li Wenhua politely and said, "No, no, I just came to chat with you."

"But... you seem to be very thirsty."

Why does she seem so thirsty?Isn't it right to give her a drink as a guest?

Xiao Shan scolded this woman for being stingy, but she had to continue to be polite: "I'm not thirsty, no need to bother."

Li Wenhua thought for a while and decided not to boil water. He just drank such a large pot of water, so he probably wouldn't be thirsty.

Jian Xing felt that her fairy mother was a little cute at this moment, and that was how she should be, without even giving her a sip of cold water, hum!

Xiao Shan leaned over and showed a friendly smile to Jian Xing who was standing at the table, "Kid, what's your name?"

Jian Xing didn't answer, just looked at her coldly.

When Li Wenhua saw that his always sweet-talking daughter was silent, he knelt down and hugged her.

"Xing'er, this is Aunt Xiao Shan. Auntie has a little sister in her arms. Can Xing'er play with the little sister?"

Glancing at the drooling little girl in the woman's arms, Jian Xing said expressionlessly: "Oh, Auntie Xiaosan, Xing'er knows."

Li Wenhua corrected his daughter, "It's Aunt Xiao Shan."

Jian Xing nodded obediently, "Yes, mistress aunt."

At this time, the word mistress didn't exist yet, so Xiao Shan just thought it was a child's slurred speech and didn't care.

"It's okay, it's okay. Xing'er can call her whatever she wants. Just call her Auntie Xiaosan."

I scolded someone, but they didn't understand me. It felt like no accomplishment at all.

Jian Xing thought coldly in her heart, just wait, I will let you scumbag men and bitch women "love each other" for the rest of their lives.

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Xiao Shan has not been here since she went back that day.

Li Wenhua's mind was focused on his two pigs, and he quickly forgot about this person.

The two pigs at home are well raised, each weighing about 200 kilograms. Nowadays, the price of raw pigs is 7 cents per kilogram. Li Wenhua sold one for more than 150 yuan, which she is quite satisfied with.

Raising pigs is at least more reliable than men. After all, men haven't gotten back a penny this year.

We made an appointment early with the pig butcher in the village to "kill the New Year pig" on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month.

The pigs were not fed on the 26th.

I had called my parents’ family in advance, so early on the morning of the 27th, the four members of the Li family came.

"Killing the New Year pig" is a big event in rural areas, and familiar villagers and neighbors will come to help.

Following the butcher's order, several men came to help and pulled the pigs out of the pigsty.

Those who twisted the ears, pulled the tail, and grabbed the pig's body, all worked together to press the fat pig weighing more than 200 kilograms onto the pig-killing bench.

Jian Xing had seen pig slaughtering in her previous life, so she wasn't afraid, but Li Wenhua had taken her aside early.

Because there is a saying here that children under the age of 12 cannot watch at the moment when the pigs are killed and bled.

The key to killing pigs is to hit the vital point with one knife. If the pig is still alive after the knife is drawn, or escapes and runs, it will be considered a serious disadvantage.

Today's pig butcher was a veteran, and he killed the pig with one knife. Soon everyone was busy.

After collecting the pig's blood, after the pig stops moving, start pouring water on it and scraping the pig's hair.

In the end, more than 180 kilograms of meat was obtained, excluding the "head and feet".

The people who helped said that the pig was well-raised, not only had thick suet, but also had a lot of fat.

Even the pig butcher asked Li Wenhua, "Daughter-in-law of Guochang, can you finish all this meat? Or do you want to sell it to me?"

Li Wenhua thought for a while and realized that he and his wife couldn't eat much. "Okay, you can weigh how much I want when the time comes."

Pig heads and tails are not for sale, but they are the best offerings to ancestors during the Chinese New Year.

After the men finished killing the pig, the women began to prepare the dishes.

After eating and drinking, the men went back with full stomachs, while the women helped clean up before leaving.

Only then did Li Wenhua have time to rest.

Li Wenyu took out the orange candy he bought for his niece and teased the little one, "Xing'er, come here, my aunt will give you candy."

Jian Xing had just taken two steps when she heard her uncle calling her, "Xing'er, come to uncle. There are also candies here, and they are White Rabbit toffees."

Looking at the candies in the hands of the two people opposite, Jian Xing said childishly in her heart, but her short legs ran towards them without hesitation.

When running around, grab orange candies with one hand and White Rabbit toffee with the other.

Whatever choices children make, of course they have to make them!

It's not that she's greedy, it's just that she hasn't eaten in years.

Some candies from later generations always lack the flavor of this era.