Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

The woman is alone, admiring the clear river, and her love is as long as the river. She raises children, her face turns yellow, and she is busy with the housework. She is not worried about life, but she is uneasy about old age. She cares about the fragrance of human feelings. She only blames the rush of marriage, not knowing that the pheasant is a phoenix. Who in the world can comfort her heart? She talks about peace and health! The ups and downs are tasted one by one...

Qixing County, along the Shenxian Mountain, there is a high-speed provincial road named 336. In that era when advanced transportation tools were the best, Fengli kept pedaling his mechanical tricycle along the provincial road, passing Fanfang Town and rushing to Hongpoling.

The four-wheeled vehicles whizzed past her ears from time to time, and the strong wind blew her long hair in front of her, turning her into a fierce and faceless female ghost from hell from time to time. She was stunned, huh? Why am I here? Haven't I already been here... Why am I still here? What's going on? Did I have a nightmare? Hey, who cares? My baby is still waiting for me to cook. No matter how hard it is, it's good to be alive!

In this era, the times make heroes. She looked back sarcastically at the bottles, rotten clothes, books, papers, and newspapers in the back of the tricycle. When food is not enough, people's ability to survive will become extremely brave regardless of dignity, and mothers are strong. It's a pity that Fengli doesn't understand this truth yet. She is a slow traveler, and only after more experience can she understand.

Before she knew it, Fengli was not far from an old house with cracks on the wall. She turned around Tangtoujiao, turned left, and stopped at the last small door. Only then did she realize that she was panting and sweating. It was the time for a rest at noon. The summer sun was scorching in the sky. It was really like: riding a bicycle in the middle of the day, sweat dripping on the cement soil, who knew that carrying rags and three meals a day was hard work.

Fengli wiped her sweat while parking the car and leaned towards the door and whispered, "Little Trumpet - Pianpian, Tuntun!"

The door was open. The yard was a little deep, and it was very quiet inside. No sound could be heard from outside. Usually the old ones would sleep, but at noon the young ones were still making noises. Fengli was calling her three children. One was her brother's daughter, Pianpian, who was four years old and very quiet. Another was her own daughter, Xiaolaba, who was less than three years old, and her son, Tuntun, who was four years old. The two little women's children together were so powerful that they were not afraid of being demolished.

They both have a common advantage among children in the world - greed. It is precisely because of this quietness and movement that they are a perfect match and a typical plastic sister.

It was so noisy in the past, but why is it so quiet today? Something must be wrong when things are abnormal. Fengli put the brakes on the tricycle! Because she hasn't had lunch yet. After lunch, she has to send the waste paper she picked up to the collection station to exchange for money, so that she can buy some meat and vegetables tomorrow morning to add some nutrition to her family and three children.

She walked into the courtyard. The courtyard was a little deep, with a ten-meter-long patio. On the left and right sides were the eaves. Under the eaves were the living quarters. Behind the patio was a small corridor. Usually, everyone played here. On both sides of the corridor, there was a kitchen on one side and a bedroom for rest on the other.

When Feng Li walked to the corridor, he heard rustling sounds coming from the bedroom. So he walked to the bedroom window and peeked inside.

I saw the four-year-old sister standing by the wall with her thin figure, holding a long bamboo whip, and listening to the instructions of her short, hairless three-year-old sister.

"Quick, use the long bamboo to poke that bag down!"

My sister tried to poke with a bamboo stick. Although the long bamboo stick could reach it, it bent as soon as she put force on it and couldn't be used. Because the thing on top was heavy! My sister kept saying as she poked, "No, no, I can't poke it down!"

My sister looked around the room with her eyes rolling. She saw a tall stool and whispered, "Use a stool, stand on it!" So two people, one tall and one short, struggled to move the stool from the bedside, completely ignoring the two people lying on the bed. One was my grandmother. She was quietly opening one eye to watch the actions of the two thieves in the room. The other was Tuntun, who was asleep.

My sister whispered again, "Hurry up, you're taller than me, go get it!"

My sister climbed up the stool slowly like a snail, stretched out her thin arms and just touched the bag, but she didn't have the strength to push it down: "I still can't get it!"

"You're useless, I'll do it!" The younger sister was originally holding onto the stool, but she immediately let go and rolled up her sleeves. Because she was wearing her older sister's old clothes, the collar was a little bigger, tilted to one side below her shoulder, and the short sleeves also covered her short wrists. Seeing her sister carefully climb down from the stool like a snail and step aside, she jumped onto the stool in a vaulting horse posture, sitting right on the corner of the stool, hanging there, the scene was a bit eye-catching.

The grandmother who was sleeping in the bed suddenly turned over and sat up. The elder sister stood aside with her eyes wide open, as if frightened by her younger sister's action. The younger sister's face turned red, and she stretched out one of her two little hands that were supporting the bench to grab the horizontal railing of the chair, and stepped on the bench with the other foot, and climbed up with a force.

Grandma lay down quietly again. My sister climbed up the stool and stood on it with a proud look: "Look at me!"

The elder sister looked at her and urged, "Hurry up, grandma will wake up soon!"

My sister turned her two-inch little jade lotus around, faced the wall and raised her hand to grab the bag, but she was still a long way off.

My sister pouted from below: "You shorty! I can't even get it even though I'm taller than you. You can't even reach it even if you climb up!"

The younger sister turned around and put her hands on her waist and shouted: "Who said I can't lift it?" She looked at the stool beside the bed, pointed at it and said to her elder sister: "Bring that stool up to me."

The elder sister turned her head and saw that the green plastic stool was waving at her. Actually, it was the little sister on the stool who was waving at her. She ran over, took the stool and gave it to her younger sister.

The younger sister took the stool, turned around, bent over, and put the stool on the big stool. She arched her little butt and just touched her sister's forehead, pushing her thin body back two steps before she could stand firmly. She touched her head and was about to say something when she saw her younger sister holding the back of the stool, her short legs straddling the low stool, and slowly holding the wall with her hands to reach the big plastic bag of cakes and candies.

"Hahahaha..." She raised her hands and hugged the big plastic bag, and actually smiled happily, as if she had eaten something.

The elder sister was anxious: "Hurry up and get the candy, what are you laughing at? Grandma might wake up soon."

The younger sister turned her head, her saliva flowing down her neck, and looking at her anxious sister, she stood on tiptoe and tried to push the bag down. But she didn't have enough strength, and after several attempts, she couldn't move it.

My elder sister stamped her feet below: "Grandma is awake, Grandma is awake..."

When the younger sister heard this, she was anxious. If grandma woke up, there would be no candy to eat, so she jumped up and grabbed the plastic bag with her two little hands. The stool was kicked over and fell to the ground. She held the plastic bag tightly with her two hands, and she was swinging on the wall with the plastic bag...

Fengli was startled and rushed in—

The grandmother on the bed also jumped up suddenly, without even putting on her shoes, and limped forward, shouting, "My ancestors——"