After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

When Mrs. Cui and the others were washing clothes nearby, Si Ya and Wu Ya had to help, and their techniques were very skillful. One look at this technique showed that they were doing this kind of work at home.

Dabao ran up to Wuya and saw her rushing to do the laundry. He pouted and complained: "Grandma, why is it that Wuya doesn't have to memorize and write, but I am younger than them and have to memorize and write?"

"I don't want to memorize writing, I also want to do laundry."

Wu Ya was stunned, but before she could say anything, she looked envious of Si Ya who was reading and literate, and was in a panic: "You are a boy, the hope of the family. If you can't do what the girl does, you should read and write, and honor your ancestors." .”

Mrs. Yu and others all stopped what they were doing, looked at Si Ya, frowned, you looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes were full of disapproval.

Ms. Cui was stunned and then smiled and said: "Girls can also read and write. Look at the fourth aunt, fifth aunt and seventh aunt, they can read and write."

Xiang Ci raised her head proudly, proving that she was a girl who could read and write.

Si Ya smiled with a flattering look on her face: "I know, I saw you writing yesterday. Then you go and write. Just let me, this girl, do the housework."

Xiang Ci's smile froze on her face, and she really didn't know how she was going to answer her words.

Si Ya must have been at home, and she was often told this by her family, so she remembered these words, and then naturally said these words to them.

"Si Ya, what do you think Fifth Aunt is doing now?" Mrs. Yu guided her to look at Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling was weaving baskets with skillful movements. Qing Miao was swimming in her hands like a dragon and a phoenix, which was very beautiful.

Siya answered obediently: "She is weaving baskets. I don't know how, but I can learn, really."

Mrs. Yu smiled softly and said, "Okay, let her teach you from now on. My Xiao Wu can not only weave baskets, but also read and write, shoot bows and arrows, fight, and cook. She is very good. .”

Xiang Ling continued to do her thing as if she didn't hear anything.

Xiang Ci lowered her head in shame. She also learned a lot, but in the end she almost died, and her family wouldn't let her touch these things.

She remembers that at that time, she saw her grandfather weaving baskets and she saw her fourth and fifth sisters learning, so she wanted to learn too.

Then Qing Miao almost had her neck cut off. The blood was flowing like a column at that time, and Cui's legs were so frightened that her legs were weakening.

While she was recuperating, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu learned to weave baskets, which made her cry.

During the busy farming season, Xiaosi and Xiaowu were cooking at home. She took Xiaoba and Xiaojiu with her, not just to take care of them, but to watch over the two children and not let them climb out of the yard.

As a result, Xiaoba and Xiaojiu were still in the yard, but she was lost.

She could never recall the memory of being lost that time. She only heard from family members that after Xiaosi delivered the rice to the field, Xiaoqi was not seen when she returned home.

Xiaosi and Xiaowu searched the whole village but couldn't find Xiaoqi, so they ran to the fields and told their family that Xiaoqi was missing.

The family threw down the rice to look for her, but they found no one there as the sun was setting.

Then grandpa took the young people in the village and went up the mountain to find someone with a torch.

She was finally found sleeping in the mountains. There were many animal hairs around her, but she was unharmed.

But she couldn't remember how she got to the mountain, nor did she remember any animals appearing around her.

In the end, her family stopped letting her do anything. They kept their eyes on her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, as long as she could survive.

Xiang Ci drove the thimble and tack into the sole of her shoe and sighed secretly. In fact, many of her memories from childhood were vague, some of which she remembered and some of which she didn't.

But as for the fact that she almost died more than a dozen times, as long as she can remember it, she remembers it, and those who don't remember it are all told by her family members.

My mother said that when she first learned to walk, the first thing she did was run to the wellhead and fell into the well. It was her elder brother who rescued her along the well rope.

At that time, I really watched her fall.

At that time, the whole family was immersed in the joy that she had just learned to walk. No one thought that she could actually fall into the well.

One time, when her family wasn't looking at her, she grabbed a rock and stuffed it into her mouth. Her face turned red from choking. It was Kaixin who punched her in the chest to save her life.

When she was three or four years old, she climbed on the stool and stretched her neck into the hemp rope hanging from the eaves to dry the pork.

After kicking down the stool, she was swaying like a hanging piece of bacon, kicking her feet as hard as she could.

It was the third brother who heard the noise and ran out to take a look. His face turned pale with fright. He hugged her feet and called her mother for help.

After everyone fell asleep, she quietly ran out and got into the stove to sleep. Everyone searched for her for a whole day but couldn't find her.

Grandma was cooking when she found her in the stove, and she was so frightened that she almost lost her mind.

There are also all kinds of frightening things like almost wiping one's own neck with a sickle, or almost cutting oneself with a hatchet.

I heard from my mother that she was really easy to take care of when she was a child. She didn’t cry or make trouble, she was cute and smiling, and she looked like the doll in the New Year paintings, which made people happy.

But there would be several near-death incidents every year, which made the family dare not let go and keep staring at her.

As long as she didn't stare at her, she could almost kill herself.

Later, her grandfather and parents took her to the town to find a fortune teller by a half-immortal, and asked her why she was always so evil and always hurting herself.

The half-immortal said that people in this life must repay debts from previous lives, and that she was a heinous person in her previous life, which was why God took her life.

The angry grandfather and father almost smashed Banxian's stall.

Fortunately, after she turned six, this kind of suicide happened only once a year.

The happiest thing is that after the age of nine, this kind of suicide once a year disappeared.

Then she lived peacefully until now, but her family did not force her to do things, they just let her do whatever she wanted.

Xiang Ci listened to grandma's guidance on the topic of boys and girls, and smiled slightly as she pursed her lips.

Brother Six is ​​right, these children are still young and can be guided on the right path.

The thimble suddenly broke, and the hook needle slipped and pierced into the gap between his fingers. Xiang Ci screamed in pain, threw away the shoe in panic, and burst into tears.

"Ouch, what's wrong?" Ms. Cui threw away her clothes and ran over in a panic.

Xiang Wan and Xiang Ling were the fastest. They ran in front of Xiang Ci and were stunned when they saw it piercing between their fingers.

"This..." Mrs. Yu ran over and saw this scene and said calmly, "Xiao Wu, take out the hook needle."

Just as Xiang Ling was about to take action, Cui immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute, mother, there are barbs on this hook needle."

Three tools are needed to make a mille-feuille bottom: a thimble, a pin, and a hook.

First use a thimble and a pin to pierce the sole, then use a hook to hook the hemp rope over and stitch the sole.

Nowadays, it is this kind of hook needle that is inserted into Xiang Porcelain nails.

Mrs. Yu was very calm: "Then it needs to be pulled out. Xiaosi, go pour a glass of water into the amphora and bring the styptic powder."

"Xiao Wu, pull out the needle."

Xiang Ci was in so much pain that she dared not look at her. Cui held her in his arms and covered her eyes with red eyes: "Be good, don't be afraid."

Mrs. Yu grabbed Xiang Ci's left arm and handed it to Xiang Ling: "Pull it out once and you will suffer less."

Xiang Ling had a cold face, his hands behind his back trembling slightly.

When she took it out, her hand was steady enough to hold the scalpel.