Farmer Girl Becomes a Pheonix

Xia Xiaochan was still in a daze, and her sharp voice rang in her ears. "Stupid girl, you lazy bastard, you can make fertilizer out of chicken poop, you can sell your eggs for money, you can kill them at the end of the year, and you can even eat a meal. You're a poor, dead girl, you need to pay for your dowry when you grow up, but you know how to sleep every day, you can't raise anyone but a brothel." "

Xia Xiaochan shuddered and slowly opened her eyes.

After a moment of confusion, she looked around. Looking at the dusty spiderwebs hanging on the wall, Xia Xiaochan couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.

At this time, the cursing voice rang out again, "Xia Xiaochan, why aren't you getting up to cook for me? Do you really need me to serve you? "

Xia Xiaochan was alarmed and subconsciously flipped over and got up from the bed.

This Voice... If she remembered correctly, that should be her birth mother, Lady Faang's voice, right? As for what Lady Faang said about serving her with a big stick, Lady Faang liked to use the firewood stick that was as thick as her wrist to greet her. As for what Lady Faang said about serving her with a big stick, Lady Faang liked to use the firewood stick that was as thick as her wrist to greet her body.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaochan subconsciously looked towards the other side of her bed. There was no one else but herself on this small bed.

Xia Xiaochan subconsciously asked, "Mom, where's Sister Xiaohong?"

Lady Faang was surprised for a moment, then said angrily, "You damned bitch, didn't Xiaohong get married last year?" Are you possessed? Why aren't you getting up and cooking? "Don't tell me that you need me to dump your feces before your brain can be sane!"

Seeing that she was not in a good situation, Xia Xiaochan immediately ran towards the kitchen in her memory.

After she ran over, there were still curses coming from behind her.

This was her mother, a middle-aged woman who had become mean and vicious because of her poverty.

After Xia Xiaochan entered Xia Family's kitchen, she immediately started lighting a fire and cooking food, as if she was familiar with the route.

To put it bluntly, the kitchen of Xia Family was filled with firewood all around, and was made into a thatched cottage with a stove. The rice used for Xia Family to cook was brown rice used by large families to feed their animals, although it was brown rice, but because Xia Family had a large population, it was also used to conserve food.

Xia Xiaochan was used to doing these kinds of things. She raised the fire on one side and took some good wood to drive the fire on the other. Then, she started to wash the pot, the vegetables and the rice on the other side.

Xia Xiaochan still felt a sense of absent-mindedness when she was doing all of this.

She was back, she, Xia Xiaochan, was back.

Xia Xiaochan thought of her past life and a flash of fierceness appeared on her face. She paused for a moment to wash the vegetables before calming down in the next moment.

At this moment, Xia Xiaochan had her eyes downcast and her expression calm. She looked no different from the usual Xia Xiaochan. However, there was something different about her downcast and pleasing to the eye.

While Xia Xiaochan was deep in her thoughts, the iron pot was flopping in the air, and an aroma was slowly wafting out from it.

When Xia Xiaochan brought out the porridge in a basin, Xia Family and his family had already woken up at the dining table in the main hall. They surrounded the table, waiting for Xia Xiaochan to bring the dishes over.

Above Xia Xiaochan, Xia Xiaochan had a sister, but it was very tragic. In order to marry Xia Xiaochan's brother, Xia Dahu, Lady Faang married Xia Xiaochan's older sister, Xia Xiaohong, into a poorer and more remote place than Xia Family. I heard that the family gave them ten silver coins, and even though the men in the family were all over thirty, the Xia Family still gave over the fourteen year old Xia Xiaohong to be married off.

Actually, to say that it was better to say that it was marrying, or to say that it sounded worse, Xia Family was equivalent to selling their daughters.

He had only sold his daughter to marry his son to the daughter of the town's little grocer.

If Xia Dahu was willing to marry Little Flower from the same village, it would only take two taels of silver, and these two taels of silver could be used for Xia Family. However, when it came to marrying Xia Xiaohong away, even though they knew about the man's circumstances, no one had any objections with Xia Family.

The sorrow of Xia Family's daughter, when she was born, seemed to have been born to be a slave to Xia Family people.

Xia Xiaochan had seen the man who married Xia Xiaohong before. He was tall and sturdy with irritable eyes. One could tell at a glance that he had a bad temper.

This man's pockmarked face had left a deep impression on Xia Xiaochan. One word — ugly!

After seeing that face, Xia Xiaochan shivered every time she thought about how Xia Xiaohong was going to spend her life with someone like that. That person had a pair of obscene yet gloomy triangular eyes. He had a slovenly nose, sticky hair, and a stench all over his body. The spots on his face made him look like a terrifying visual stimulation. It reminded him of a creature — a ghost!

With such an appearance, it was said that he had a violent personality. No wonder he was in his thirties and had been unable to get married.

As for Xia Xiaohong, who had married last year, one could imagine the outcome of living in a place that was even poorer and more impoverished than Xia Family Village.

In his previous life, even after Xia Xiaohong had died, she had not been able to regain her Xia Family. She had heard that her family's man was violent and lazy, her mother-in-law was harsh and cruel, and that Xia Xiaohong had been tortured to death.

While she was deep in thought, Xia Xiaochan scooped up the porridge one bowl at a time.

Just as Xia Xiaochan was about to scoop up the rice, her eldest sister-in-law Lady Chen rubbed her belly and said, "Mother, he has two bodies. He only eats a bowl of porridge. Your grandson is hungry in his stomach."

When Lady Faang heard this, her eyes flashed as she looked at the several people on the table. Finally, Lady Faang's eyes looked at Xia Xiaochan as she viciously said, "Xia Xiaochan, split your porridge into half bowls for your sister-in-law to eat. You lazy girl, you're a loser anyways.

While she was speaking, Lady Faang grabbed Xia Xiaochan's bowl and immediately poured out half of the bowl of porridge, passing it to Lady Chen who was beside her. Beside her, Uncle Xia, Xia Shikang, and the three Xia Family Brothers were all silent, pretending they didn't see Lady Faang's actions.

If it was her previous life, Xia Xiaochan would have made a ruckus immediately. After all, the porridge she cooked so early in the morning only had three to five mouthfuls of rice soup and wild herbs leaves.

In fact, in her previous life, the consequence of Xia Xiaochan's disturbance was that Lady Faang grabbed a bowl-sized stick beside her and waved it at Xia Xiaochan with all her might. Xia Xiaochan's body was filled with a heart-wrenching pain, and in the end, Lady Faang forced Xia Xiaochan to kneel down and admit her mistake.