The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The strong wind continued to rage, blowing people all over the street. They would inadvertently open their mouths and feel dirt blown into them the next moment.

At the cross street leading to all directions in the city, a black-covered horse-drawn carriage passed slowly.

The boy driving the cart was wrapped up tightly, with only a pair of eyes showing, and the black pony was struggling to move forward against the wind.

Finally, they arrived at a dilapidated old courtyard in the northeast corner of the city. The servant found a sheltered spot and tied up the horse. He took the food box handed out from the car, and then a tall and thin girl carrying a tightly wrapped bundle jumped out of the car.

The two walked towards the old courtyard and pushed open the wooden fence in the doorway that seemed to be useless.

The food box the boy was carrying weighed down his arms, causing him to ache. He grimaced and cried out, "Ouch! It's so heavy!"

He quickened his pace to catch up with the girl who was ten feet ahead of him.

The dilapidated doors and windows of the main room and the west room in the old courtyard were making a clanging sound in the wind, which was very unpleasant to hear. I wonder how these children fell asleep at night.

The relatively intact east room had a shabby door full of scars and was closed, with smoke coming out of the roof.

The servant went forward and pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

He knocked hard, and someone inside asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

The servant pulled off the scarf around his face with difficulty and shouted, "I'm Fuzi. I'm here to deliver food and medicine. Open the door quickly."

The door opened with a creak, and they were greeted by a sickly face, which smiled and welcomed them in.

"I'm sorry, you still want to bring us food in such a strong wind."

It was as cold inside the house as outside. In the small north hut, the children were shivering around the earthen stove, warming themselves by the fire.

When they saw Jiang Muxia, they all surrounded her. Hu Zi sat there expressionless, not even looking at them.

"Fuzi, share the food with them. I'll go give Xiaoyao medicine." She took out a small jar from the food box and walked to the small house in the south.

Xiaoyao was already awake. She was lying on the bed, wrapped tightly in several layers of quilts. She was looking at her with a pair of big watery eyes.

For her, it was the first time she had seen this tall and beautiful sister. She wanted to get up, but Jiang Muxia pushed her down, raised the pillow, let her lie half-lying down and drink the medicine in one breath, then let her lie down flat and tucked the corner of the quilt.

She smiled and asked, "Do you feel much better than yesterday? Just lie still. I'll get you some buns."

She stood up and took two steps, and heard the little girl behind her whisper "thank you".

She pursed her lips and smiled. They were all grateful children, like... Zhizhi, her daughter in her previous life. As long as others helped her, she would say these two words softly.

Thinking of her own child in her previous life, her eyes became red again.

The children had all finished their meal and she sat next to Huzi and Daqi.

"Well, have you thought it through? Do you want to follow me?"

Hu Zi was silent for a long time and never said a word.

Daqi beside him was so anxious that he pushed him a few times. He had no choice but to speak for him, "Miss Jiang, he is too embarrassed to say it, so I will say it for him. Of course we are willing to follow you, but we have a condition, and we hope you can agree to it."

"You said."

Da Qi said firmly, "We only live here. We hope you won't force us to go to the nursery. To be honest, we have a trauma from that place, so we would rather beggars than set foot inside."

Jiang Muxia smiled, "Of course, I never said that you must live in a nursery."

"Okay, we'll follow you."

She looked around. The house was dilapidated, with peeling paint on the walls. Some places still had light coming through. "This place is too dilapidated. When the weather clears up, I'll find someone to help you fix it. I'll have someone send two stoves over this afternoon. You guys take a rest for the next two days. I'll send you food. But..."

She looked up at them and said, "I have to collect money too, twenty cents a day, you can owe me now and pay me back later. You have to earn your living with your own hands, I don't support idlers here. You are all young, I will send someone to help you. You don't have to worry about anything except doing your work well."

She was afraid that her unbridled dedication would raise a waste like Jiang Qianhe.

Then your sin would be great.

"Thank you." Hu Zi finally spoke, and these were the two words he uttered.

"No, I just feel sorry for those kids." Her gaze drifted towards the children eating buns around the stove, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Come here quickly." Da Qi called the children to his side, and he took the lead in kneeling down to Jiang Muxia, "Thank you Miss Jiang, we will never forget your kindness. We will follow you wholeheartedly and will never betray you."

By the time Jiang Muxia reacted, he had already kowtowed heavily, and the child next to him followed suit and kowtowed too.

She was so frightened that she quickly dodged and avoided their kneeling.

"Fuzi, hurry up and help them up." Jiang Muxia said, "We all tried our best to climb out of the mud. We should support each other and walk together."

Da Qi looked solemn and said, "No, in ancient times, we were grateful for a meal. Today, Miss Jiang came to our rescue, gave us food and drink, and taught us how to make a living. You are worthy of our kneeling."

Jiang Muxia nodded and closed her eyes. They knew how to be grateful at such a young age. She had received such a great favor in her previous life. She didn't know when she would be able to repay the favor.

But she is still immature and not worthy of seeing her.

The wind was a little weaker when we left the old courtyard.

She sat in the carriage and fell into deep thought. She wondered how many people like Hu Zi and Da Qi were hiding in the unknown corners of this small town.

They are born into tragedy and have to live through their lives in misery. For them, the only hope of living is that tomorrow may be better than today.

Such thoughts accompanied them day after day, year after year, until they died.

Just like myself in my previous life.

But she finally met the noble person in her life, but they didn't.

Is she considered a benefactor to Hu Zi and Da Qi now?

The weather was so bad that everyone stayed at home and didn't want to go out, so the restaurants were deserted.

"Brother Jiyi, close the door. Let's take a rest today."

He has been doing the most work since the restaurant opened and has never had a break.

"That's not good. There's still so much food. What should I do?"

"Send it to the children at Wen's residence in the evening. Don't worry, it won't be wasted."

They called Ruan Fenfang and moved the food back to the kitchen, then they went back to their rooms to rest.

It was windy today, so Tiedan and his sister did not take the child over. Jiang Muxia wanted to take his sister-in-law to his house to play for a while and bring the stove back.

She never dreamed that her momentary impulse would lead her to be involved in a major case that shocked Chenliu.

This major case caused a complete break between Tang Zhongbai and County Magistrate Feng, but it also allowed him to gain a foothold in Suanzao County. Later, he became known as an upright official who spoke for the people.