I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

When Xiao Wan saw her two brothers, she couldn't hold back her tears. With red eyes, she stretched out her hands towards the two men and sobbed softly.

"Wow, big brother, second brother...I thought I would never see you again."

Wen Shutang bent down and put Xiao Wan on the ground. The little girl immediately ran over with the two of them on her short legs and threw herself into Xiao Ze's arms, sobbing.

Xiao Ze and Xiao Ye felt so distressed seeing their sister crying so sadly. Xiao Ye patted her on the back and comforted her in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, little sister."

The eldest brother Xiao Ze raised his head and glared at Wen Shutang who was standing aside.

Wen Shutang touched her nose. Although it was not her intention to sell the person, she couldn't explain it clearly to the three little kids now.

She reached out and touched Xiao Wan's head and coughed.

"I was wrong to think of selling you. Don't worry, I won't do it again."

Xiao Wan looked up at her with red eyes, her round eyes full of fear.

The other two little boys also looked distrustful.

Seeing them like this, Wen Shutang sighed helplessly.

It’s no wonder they are like this, since the original owner was so bad to them.

Because the firewood her eldest son Xiao Ze brought back was not dry enough, she poured ice water all over Xiao Ze's body and made him kneel in the freezing cold yard in the twelfth lunar month. Xiao Ze was so cold that he developed a high fever in the middle of the night, but the original owner was afraid that he would pass the disease on to her, so she made him sleep in the woodshed without a stove. The little boy almost died that winter.

The second son, Xiao Ye, was young and still growing. Sometimes when he was hungry, he would go to the kitchen to steal food. When he was discovered by the original owner, he was beaten with a horsewhip, leaving his back covered in wounds and no place was left unharmed.

Such examples abound.

The original owner was afraid that the children would tell her hunter husband Xiao Yizhuo about these things, so she threatened them every day with a ferocious look, and threatened to sell out anyone who told anyone.

Xiao Wan was the youngest, and although she was a little girl, she had to do the heaviest housework. Her body gradually couldn't bear it, and her complexion became worse and worse. When Xiao Yizhuo came back and found out what the original owner had done, he scolded her severely and said he wanted to divorce her. This scared the original owner, and she cried and begged Xiao Yizhuo to forgive her, saying that she would never dare to do it again.

In the end, Xiao Yizhuo did not divorce his wife, but warned the original wife that he would never let it go if she did this again.

The original owner agreed on the surface, but in fact she hated Xiao Wan. She thought that if this damn girl hadn't deliberately acted pitiful, she wouldn't have been scolded by her husband.

When Xiao Yizhuo went up the mountain to hunt again, he asked someone to come to his house to take Xiao Wan away and prepare to sell her.

Thinking of the mess left by the original owner, Wen Shutang felt depressed. She really couldn't understand how this woman could be so cruel and could harm such a young child?

She shook her head, didn't think any more, went back to the yard, went straight to the kitchen, and started to rummage.

Wen Shutang started chasing after someone as soon as he woke up. Now that he had relaxed, he felt that he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore.

I originally wanted to find something to eat, but I found that this house was unexpectedly poor.

She only found two eggplants, a few potatoes, a few sweet potatoes and three pieces of steamed buns that were so hard that they could kill people.

Looking at these things, Wen Shutang sighed and bent down to check the fire in the stove. Fortunately, it was not extinguished. She had only seen this old-fashioned stove at her grandmother's house before, and it was a little difficult to use it.

When she was fiddling with firewood, she suddenly noticed the lotus-like birthmark on her wrist. She was stunned and touched it in disbelief. Could it be...

With a try-it attitude, she raised her hand and touched the birthmark on her wrist, closed her eyes and exhaled, then opened her eyes and came to an open place with picturesque scenery. The flowers were blooming very beautifully, the stream was flowing continuously, and there was an exquisite cabin not far away.

Wen Shutang was immediately excited. Sure enough, the space also entered the book!

She walked into the wooden house. It didn't look very big from the outside, but it was unusually spacious inside.

Rows of shelves are neatly arranged, stocked with all kinds of daily necessities, vegetables and fruits.

These were the supplies she had stockpiled when she went on a mission. I didn't expect that she would bring them along.

Wen Shutang walked to the innermost part and looked at the walls covered with modern thermal weapons. She felt a little nostalgic. These were her treasures and she thought she would never see them again.

Wen Shutang walked around inside for a while and originally wanted to take a bag of rice out, but after thinking about it, she decided to take millet. After all, at that time, people who could afford to eat rice and flour were either rich or noble. How could she, a village woman, get the money to buy rice?

She reached out and took a bag of millet from the shelf. The shelf was empty, but a progress bar appeared with a duration of one minute marked next to it.

Wen Shutang stared at the progress bar in surprise. It turned out that there was no such thing. What was going on?

Suddenly remembering something, she took another bag of rice from the shelf. Sure enough, a progress bar appeared as well, but the only difference was that the duration became three minutes.

A minute passed quickly, and the shelf that was originally empty was automatically filled with Xiaomi.

Wen Shutang was even more excited when he saw the shelves that could be replenished automatically. Did this mean that everything in the space would be inexhaustible? My goodness, this was simply a top-notch plug-in.

But it seems that the recovery time of everything is different.

After getting a general understanding of the situation in the wooden house, Wen Shutang was in a good mood and carried Xiaomi out of the space. He put the things aside and continued to study the fire in the stove.

Just when she was worrying about how to make the fire burn brighter, a little head popped out of the door. Xiao Wan looked at her timidly with swollen eyes, and her big round eyes were full of undisguised fear.

Wen Shutang waved at her and the little girl came in, but still didn't dare to get too close.

Knowing that she was afraid, Wen Shutang didn't say anything. She raised her hand and pointed at the stove pit.

"Can you make a fire?"

Xiao Wan nodded, walked to the stove and sat on a small stool. After a while, the fire inside became bright.

Wen Shutang watched her skillful movements from the side and couldn't help but sigh that this little girl often made fires.

"Okay, go and have a rest. I'll ask Aze to get some ice cubes from the well and apply it on your face."

The old woman had used quite a bit of force in the beating, and the slap marks on Xiao Wan's face have not disappeared yet.

After all, she is a little girl, and face is very important.

Xiao Wan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Wen Shutang to still care about her injury. If it were the case in the past, she would have started cursing.

Realizing that something was wrong with Wen Shutang, Xiao Wan's eyes revealed an emotion other than fear for the first time - horror.

As if she had thought of something, her expression suddenly changed and her whole face became extremely pale.