After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

The Xiang family courtyard.

Being able to sit in the courtyard again with the whole family eating together, this beautiful scene really makes everyone smile.

When Xiang Ci was eating his second bowl of rice, he told his family what he thought.

After everyone looked at each other, they all looked at Mr. Xiang.

Mr. Xiang didn't think for too long before he agreed: "Sure, it's all up to you. Kaixin and Xiaobai will stay with Xiaoqi."

"I'll go too." It was Xiang Ling who spoke out, "I'll follow Xiao Qi too."

Seeing this, Xiang Wan quickly said: "I'll go too."

Seeing this, Erya opened her mouth and wanted to follow the seventh sister, but in the end she remained silent.

She's not qualified, she's not good enough, she can't even beat the seventh sister, how can she protect her.

She had to work hard to do better so that she could stay with Seventh Sister, otherwise how could she, a loser, have the dignity to stay in the Xiang family.

Ms. Cui looked worried and concerned: "Xiao Qi, don't force some things. If you can, just do it. If you can't, forget it. No matter what, you must put your own safety first, you know?"

Don't tire yourself out or put yourself in danger for others.

"Yes, I know." Xiang Ci agreed happily. She never felt that she was noble and great, she just wanted to do what she wanted to do.

The first step to do what you want is to protect yourself, rather than sacrificing yourself for someone or the righteousness of others.

After dinner, everyone sat in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky, and wondering what the weather would be like tomorrow.

Will the sun still have no temperature tomorrow, or will the temperature of the sun return to normal tomorrow?

Also, what's the water flow like outside?

They will discuss how far they will go and which villages they will visit tonight. They will go as planned tomorrow and come back before evening.

Since no one has sprinkled the seeds yet, Xiang Ci does not need to water the fields tonight and returns to his room early.

Lying on the kang, the sisters talked about themselves.

Xiang Ci saw Erya looking over here with an envious look on her face and pulled her over: "Come chat with us, why don't you come over?"

Erya smiled shyly: "I'll just listen."

When she was at home before, she wanted to chat with her sisters.

But my sister has a gloomy face every day, and in a home like the Gao family, she really can't even say a lot of things, so what can she talk about.

Although she is not very different from Sanya and Siya, as a sister, she always doesn’t want to say too many bad words to her sister.

I just want to say good things to my mother and tell her not to worry.

She had never said these words of respect, so she didn't know that little sisters could still say these words to each other.

Every time the fourth, fifth, and seventh children talked, she felt very interesting and happy.

When Xiang Ci fell asleep, she was still thinking that her sister was actually doing quite well.

She knew it was a dream, she had always known it, she could tell it apart.

In the dream, there was a very evil-looking man with a baggage hanging on his chest. A small hand poked out of the baggage, and the little hand was still moving.

That's a living baby, Xiang Ci thought, and she approached the man curiously.

The closer you get, the more you can see that this man is very good-looking. Even in this famine year, the man's face has a sense of wealth.

Xiang Ci couldn't help but think that the men in her dreams who were featured in close-ups all had the halo of protagonists. Otherwise, why would the people next to her have sallow faces and thin muscles, but his face was so attractive that people wanted to touch it.

In fact, this is not a man, he can only be regarded as a teenager, he looks about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The young man's face was full of panic and trembling, which really made her want to protect him.

The boy held a half-cut knife that he picked up from somewhere, followed the example of others, digging and poking on the ground, and then dug out a potato the size of an egg.

The young man held the potato and was very happy: "I dug it..."

A hand suddenly reached out and snatched the potatoes from the boy's hand.

The young man was frightened. After he came to his senses, he shouted with trembling lips: "Be brave, this is mine, give it back to me quickly."

The man who snatched the potatoes left without even looking at the boy. The boy rushed forward and grabbed it: "That's mine..."

The man punched the boy in the face. The boy's nosebleed splattered and he fell to the ground. When he got up again, Xiang Ci saw that the boy's monster-like appearance was no longer there.

Like other refugees, the young man has a sallow complexion and sunken eyes. Even so, there is no resentment on his face, but only grievance: "Those are my potatoes, give them back to me."

He opened his hands to stop the man and shouted boldly: "Give me back my potatoes."

The man was furious and kicked the boy.

The young man guarded his chest in fear, stepped back, and fell to the ground. A small white hand was exposed from the bundle on his chest.

The man looked at the little hand, his face full of joy, threw away the potatoes, and rushed towards the little hand.

The young man who looked aggrieved just now said in a panic and forcefully, "No."

He kicked the man in the chest, pointed the knife in his hand at the man, and warned him sternly: "Don't come over, don't force me."

The man looked ferocious: "I'm almost starving to death. Why don't you come here? Don't force you. I'm telling you, be obedient and give me your child, or I'll kill you too."

The young man looked around anxiously, and when he saw someone else looking here, he ran away.

The man didn't yell, he just kept chasing behind the boy.

The boy was finally caught up by the man, who grabbed the boy's neck with one hand and tried to snatch the child in his arms.

The boy struggled to get the child back, but was beaten to pieces by the man. He still held the man's legs to prevent him from taking the child away, and shouted for help.

At this time, a girl holding a sword appeared in the boy's eyes.

The girl was cold and cold, with neither sadness nor joy in her eyes. She watched this scene of fighting for children with cold eyes.

Xiang Ci's pupils opened slightly. This girl is Xiang Ling. Her whole body is cold. Everything owes her, but she doesn't owe anyone.

The boy shouted at Xiang Ling: "Sister, sister, sister, help, he is going to take my child away."

Xiang Ling didn't move, but the man did. He picked up the boy's broken knife from the ground and stabbed it into the boy's neck.

Just when the broken knife was about to hit his neck, a sword stretched out, picked up the broken knife, and rescued the young man.

The man was furious: "If you dare to interfere with my business, I will let you..."

The tip of the sword swept across, and a red line was drawn on the man's neck.

The man's body suddenly froze, and the child in his hand fell to the ground. Xiang Ling caught it with one hand, kicked the man over and covered his neck, making a whooshing sound from his mouth.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to Xiang Ling: "Sister, thank you, this is my child... No, this is my brother's child. He was injured and fainted. I came out to find food. I was afraid that the child would cry, so I took him out together."

Xiang Ling stared at the boy coldly, and finally handed the child back to the boy with an expressionless face and walked away in stride.

The boy followed Xiang Ling with his child in his arms: "Sister, you are so awesome! What is your name?"

In the dream, strange things were running around, and everyone's faces could not be seen clearly.

"Sister, I like you. Even if you die, I will marry you."

This sentence flashed into Xiang Ci's ears. She was so shocked that she quickly sat up and panted heavily to look at Xiang Ling. She happened to meet her cold eyes.