If it wasn't for him, how could he become like this.
It's better to ignore him, he hates, he resents, he changes his ways to toss Han Zhujing.
The little boy couldn't eat well or sleep well after being away for a month, and was occasionally beaten up by his father in a hurry. His bony skin was turning blue, and the mole between his eyebrows had faded.
Han Zhujing tidied up the kang, swept a way out first, and arranged Han Si on the kang. .
Han Mu turned around and walked into the kitchen, ready to cook some porridge, when suddenly she yelled.
I saw that the whole kitchen was empty, not even a single piece of rice could be found, even the cabinets for storing things disappeared, and Yu Qingyu didn't even leave a single chopstick for them.
After Han Zhujing followed in, he couldn't suppress the desolate anger in his heart.
"I'll go to the village chief. If so many things are lost, no one will find them?"
Mother Han was so angry that she trembled, "Yes, we must look for the village chief. If I know who stole something, I will beat his brains out."
"What are you doing Momojiji? Come out and give me some food, are you going to starve me to death?"
Han Zhujing trembled subconsciously when he heard his father's words, and Han's mother shouted, "Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat, why don't you eat to death, all the food has been stolen, eat the northwest wind! You shut up my old lady." Mouth, my old lady went out and borrowed it."
Hans also knew that everything depended on his wife now, so he stopped muttering and cursing a few words.
Han's mother still loves her son very much, but the two of them can't beat Han Si alone. At most, they quarrel with each other. .
Han's mother touched Han Zhujing's head, and guilt flashed in her eyes, "Xiaojing, pack up, mom is going out to borrow something, eat the food first, and then we will go to the village chief."
"Yeah." Han Zhu nodded, picked up the broom again, and the stench on the ground hit his nose, and the cold wind "whistled" from the broken glass.
Han Zhujing couldn't hold back a few tears that fell on the ground, holding the broom tightly.
After a long time, Mother Han came back, and Han Zhujing also cleaned the house, and blocked the broken windows with cloth.
Han Si wrapped up two quilts and sat on the kang to watch, completely ignoring the pain of Han Zhujing whose body was tottering.
He only had his face burnt, but his limbs are healthy and able to move. It has been a month and he is still waiting for someone to serve him.
Oh, no, people always wait for someone to serve them.
When Mother Han came back, her face was covered with tears that had been dried by the wind, and there was clearly a trail of dirt sticking to her face.
She took out a few steamed buns and a small plastic bag of rice from her bosom, "Xiao Jing, go to the yard to collect some firewood, and Mom will boil water for you to cook porridge." Han Zhujing glanced at the black steamed buns , walked out of the yard in silence.
Yu Qingyu listened to the system talking about Han Zhujing's miserable situation, picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, ah, it smells so good.
Thinking about all the grievances of the Hans family, he felt that his task completion rate must be high.
"By the way, system, do you still want to find someone to possess you this time?"
"No need." There seemed to be joy in the system's tone.
Sensitively, Yu Qingyu felt that the system seemed to have some great event, so he said with a smile, "Aren't you hiding something good from me? Your voice is a little bit pissed."
The system hummed, "I have a surprise for you."
"Surprise? What is it? I like surprises the most."
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(end of this chapter)