The night was dark and the wind was cold. Qin's crying made Xia Qianqian feel even more miserable. However, no matter how difficult it was, could it be more sad than a childhood of being abducted
Xia Qianqian sighed resignedly, dragged her injured leg to the wooden cart with difficulty, and put her hand in Qin's hand: "Mom, I'm here."
"Okay, okay..." Qin burst into laughter, "Qianqian, your legs are not in good condition, why did you get off? Was the cart too crowded?"
As she was talking, Qin had already stood up and was groping for help to get off the car. As soon as she moved, her younger sister Xia Yunyun, who was sleeping at her feet, woke up and cried to Xia Qianqian: "Big sister, big sister, give me a hug..."
Xia Qianqian: …
Now she just wants a comforting hug!
"Yunyun, don't cry, your elder sister is here. Her leg is injured and she can't hug you. Come, come into your mother's arms." Qin called gently.
Xia Yunyun also obeyed and stopped crying immediately. She crawled into Qin's arms and whispered, "Mom, Yunyun is so hungry..."
Qin's eyes turned red with sadness. There were not many small potatoes left when she was driven out. She was half blind and had limited working ability. Her youngest daughter was only three years old and cried out for hunger all day long. The eldest daughter, who was relatively able to work, had just come of age this year, but because she refused to be a concubine of the landlord's stupid son, her grandparents broke her legs. How could she live like this
Xia Qianqian also knew that the situation was serious. It was already autumn, and in two months, winter would come. The three of them, mother and daughter, would freeze to death!
Xia Qianqian felt deeply regretful when she thought about how she had given up her life as the wife of a domineering boss and had to come to ancient times to suffer.
Gu Yanjing, I will never despise you again. If I could go back to modern times, I would remarry you and have a baby boy!
Gurgle, the stomachs of the mother and daughter were all growling. Xia Qianqian stood up with the help of the wooden cart and limped towards the grove: "I'm going to pick up firewood to cook potatoes."
Qin held her little daughter in her arms and shed tears helplessly.
After a while, Xia Qianqian picked up a small bundle of dry firewood, made a fire and roasted potatoes. The family of three gathered around the fire to keep warm.
There were not many potatoes left, and no matter how hungry Xia Qianqian was, she only dared to roast three, one for each person to fill their stomachs first, and then think of a solution after daybreak.
Qin was reluctant to eat it and said she was not hungry. She broke her potato into two halves and gave half to each of her two daughters.
Xia Yunyun held the potato and ate it in small bites. The aroma of roasted potatoes wafted in the air, and Qin kept swallowing her saliva.
The firewood danced in the wind, illuminating Qin's face.
Qin was very pretty, but she was too cowardly. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been bullied like this by the Xia family.
Xia Qianqian stuffed the potato back into Qin's hand: "If you don't eat it, I'll throw it into the fire!"
Qin hesitated for a moment, as if she had made a great decision, before she ate the potato. She took small bites, as if it was some kind of delicacy. It took her at least three minutes to eat the potato, which was the size of a ping-pong ball.
Xia Qianqian felt sad just watching this. To be honest, she was so hungry that she could eat a cow, and that little potato was not enough to fill her teeth, but she couldn't eat any more, the situation was too serious!
"Qianqian, it's almost dawn, right?" Qin asked softly.
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer!" Xia Qianqian felt suffocated and her voice was muffled.
Qin sighed and advised, "Qianqian, mother knows you are suffering, and mother doesn't believe your father is really dead. Let's just hold on for now, and everything will be fine when your father comes back."
"Wasn't my father killed by bandits when he was delivering tiles?" Xia Qianqian asked curiously.
"That's what your uncle said. I don't believe it..." Qin said and started crying again, "We went to deliver tiles together. Why did the bandits only kill your father and not hurt your uncle?"
(End of this chapter)