After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

The night is very dark and the wind is very cold. Qin's cry made Xia Qianqian feel even more desolate. However, no matter how hard it is, can you still feel sad for your childhood being trafficked?

Xia Qianqian sighed in confession, dragged his injured leg and moved to the wooden cart with difficulty, and put his hand in Qin's hand: "Mother, I am here."

"Well..." Qin's tears broke into a smile, "Qianqian, you have a bad leg, why did you get off? Is the pallet too crowded?"

While speaking, Qin had already got up, groping for getting off the car. As soon as she moved, the little sister Xia Yunyun who was sleeping at her feet woke up, crying to Xia Qianqian: "Big sister, big sister hug..."

Xia Qianqian:...

Now she still wants a comforting hug!

"Yunyun doesn't cry, your eldest sister is here. She hurts her leg and can't hold you. Come, come into her mother's arms." Qin cried gently.

Xia Yunyun was also obedient, and immediately stopped crying. She crawled into Qin's arms and whispered: "Mother, Yunyun is so hungry..."

Qin's eyes reddened sadly. There were not many little potatoes left when she was kicked out. She was half-blind again, with limited labor ability. The little girl was only three years old and was crying hungry all day long. The eldest daughter, who is relatively capable of working, had just gotten her feet this year, but her grandparents broke her leg because she refused to make a room for the landlord’s stupid son. How do you live this day?

Xia Qianqian also knew the situation was grim. It is autumn now, and in two months to winter, the three of them will freeze to death!

Thinking of the days when he had a good wife Mrs. Tyrant, Xia Qianqian regretted it when he came to ancient times to suffer.

Gu Yanjing, I will never despise you anymore. If I can return to modern times, I will remarry with you and give birth to a monkey!

Gu Gu, the stomachs of the mother and daughter were calling. Xia Qianqian supported the wooden board to stand up, and limped to the grove: "I'm going to collect firewood to burn potatoes."

Qin cried helplessly holding his little daughter.

After a while, Xia Qianqian picked up a small handful of dry wood and came back, lighted a fire and burned potatoes, and a family of three surrounded the fire to keep warm.

There are not many potatoes, Xia Qianqian only dared to burn three even if he was hungry, each of them wrapped his stomach, and waited for dawn to think of a solution.

The Qin family was reluctant to eat, saying that he was not hungry, and broke his own potatoes in half, half of the two daughters.

Xia Yunyun sipped the potatoes in her mouth, the smell of burning potatoes was floating in the air, and Qin kept swallowing her saliva.

The firewood bounced with the wind, reflecting Qin's face.

Qin's looks good, but his temper is too cowardly. Otherwise, the Xia family won't be bullied like this.

Xia Qianqian stuffed the potatoes back into Qin's hands: "If you don't eat them, I will throw them into the fire and burn them!"

The Qin clan hesitated for a moment, as if he had made a great determination before eating the potatoes. I bite in small bites, as if this is a delicacy from the sea and the mountains. I ate the small potatoes as big as table tennis for at least three minutes.

Xia Qianqian looked sad. To be honest, she is so hungry that she can swallow a cow now, that little potato is not enough to stuff her teeth, but she can't eat anymore, the situation is too serious!

"Qianqian, morning is almost dawn, right?" Qin asked softly.

"It's still early, let's go to bed!" Xia Qianqian was panicked and her voice was dull.

Qin sighed and persuaded: "Qianqian, my mother knows that your heart is bitter, and my mother doesn't believe that your father is really dead. Let's stay here, and everything will be fine when your father comes back."

"Didn't my father go to send Washi and be killed by bandits?" Xia Qianqian asked strangely.

"That's what your second uncle said. I don't believe it..." Qin cried again as he said, "Let's go to send tiles together, how come the bandits only kill your father and not hurt your second uncle?"