The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

She was lying in a small but bright and tidy tiled house.

The word "tidy" is not enough to describe this room. I saw a few beautiful landscape pictures and tough and elegant calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, decorating the ordinary house with elegance and not vulgarity.

Shaoyin turned his eyes and looked at the four corners of the room. In the homes of farmers who are not wealthy, there are no incense burners, screens, bogu racks, carved stools, etc., only a wooden bed, a square table with baskets to hold food on top, and a few small stools polished with wooden stakes. , There are also two boxes for clothes with new paint colors.

I felt a little itchy on my head, some blockages in my nails were uncomfortable, and my stomach was very empty. More and more feelings belonged to this body.

Shaoyin gradually understood what had happened.

When the system is launched, it will be placed on the plot node by default. In other words, she had caught Gu Tingyuan talking to her classmate's sister, scolded him on the spot, and slapped around after returning home. Gu Tingyuan explained to her that she held her head and didn't listen. Gu Tingyuan cooked a meal for her to eat, but she didn't eat it either.

But Gu Tingyuan couldn't coax her, was angry and wronged, thinking that the classmate would have to apologize, so he stopped coaxing her and turned back to the school.

She just felt that he was really impatient and couldn't think about it for a while, so she hugged her son and threw him into the river.

It is now before she throws herself into the river.

The itchy head is uncomfortable because it got into the dirt while rolling. The nail gap was blocked, part of it was scratching Gu Tingyuan's face, with dried blood embedded in it, and the other part was getting into the mud when slapped on the ground.

embarrassment.

Shaoyin thought about Gu Tingyuan's scratched handsome face, and couldn't help raising the back of his hand to cover his eyes.

Why did you wear such a character?

"You're a stinky hand!" She couldn't help but said.

She asked Huihui to catch it casually, but she caught a character like this, which really took her own life.

Grey and gray: "You do it yourself, I ask if you want to change it, you say not to change it."

Shaoyin was too depressed to speak.

It's not easy to swallow all the words.

"Mother, mother?" A tender voice sounded at the door.

Shaoyin put down the back of her hand and sat up, and saw a clear-eyed baby standing at the door, with her little hand scratching the door frame, carefully looking into the room.

The big eyes are black and white, and the long eyelashes are fluttering, so cute.

"Mother, are you awake?" Seeing her sitting up, the little baby let go of the door frame, moved her calf across the threshold, and walked into the house.

Shaoyin felt her body, she was too hungry. Looking at the sky, it was already afternoon. This woman made a big fuss without having lunch, no wonder she was so hungry.

Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and walk outside the house.

Chenjiacun is located in the green mountains and green waters, the scenery is extremely beautiful, Shaoyin stood in the yard and looked out for a while, and part of the unspeakable anger gradually dissipated.

It's just a mission. It has been a mere ten years, and it's just a snap.

When Xiaowa grows up, she will leave this world, no big deal.

He spit out a sigh of breath again, and his mood has calmed down a lot.

Looking down at the side of her legs, the little baby who is following her steps, she said: "What are you bothering me for?"

The little baby called Gu Yi'an, blinked her eyes, and said, "Daddy saved the meal, mother has to eat."

This son was just three years old, but he inherited his father's IQ, so he is very smart. At a young age, Gu Tingyuan has been taught by Gu Tingyuan that he can recite a lot of verses, speak in an orderly manner, and have a good memory.

It was Gu Ting who asked him before leaving, so remember to urge his mother to eat.

"Have you eaten?" Shaoyin asked.

An'er nodded: "I have eaten."

Gu Tingyuan loves his son very much. The wife he married is unreasonable. The husband and wife can’t talk, so the relationship is just like that. But the son is clever and smart. He placed great hopes on him and would teach him to recite poems no matter how busy he is. Before leaving, I must have stared at him for dinner.

Shaoyin didn't ask any more, turned back to the room, sat at the table, opened the basket buttoned in the center of the square table, revealing two buns with white flour and a plate of cold cucumber.

She took the steamed bun in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and started filling her stomach. An'er stood by, looking up at her, Shaoyin grabbed a piece of bun and stuffed it in his hand.

An'er took the buns and ate them in small bites. The steamed buns can be chewed carefully, and it can chew out a little bit of sweetness. You can't eat this kind of fine grains every day. An'er ate very happily, her big eyes were full of joy, and she occasionally dipped a little cucumber soup on the plate.

Seeing his small body, Shaoyin tried his best to tiptoe, stretched out his little arm to dip the soup in the plate, and found it very interesting. After watching for a while, he dragged the plate to the edge of the table, picked him up, and let him sit on his lap: "Eat."

An'er was immediately happy, but did not continue to dip in the soup on the plate, but buried her head in her arms ashamed: "Mother~"

Shaoyin was funny, patted his little head and continued to eat.

After eating the two steamed buns, there were two cucumbers left on the plate, and then he looked at the son who had taken the head out of his arms and put her shoulders on her shoulders. The son who bit the steamed buns bit by bit like ants: "Can’t eat. eat?"

The little guy raised his head, his big eyes flickered twice, jumped off her lap, and reached out to grab the cucumber. I ate one piece by myself, and the other piece was lifted up and fed to Shaoyin: "Mother, eat it."

Shaoyin was a little disgusted.

"You eat it yourself."

An'er was very happy and crunched and ate it.

Shaoyin cleaned up the plates and chopsticks, took them outside to rinse off, and called his son together: "Come here."

In fact, she doesn't need to bark, An'er will follow her. Shaoyin rolled up her sleeves, first scooped up a scoop of water, washed her hands on An'er, and wiped him clean with a towel before saying, "Let's play."

Seeing her scooping water to wash the dishes, An'er said, "Daddy is back to wash."

Gu Tingyuan does all the housework. When An'er saw her mother washing the dishes, she immediately stopped her. Seeing more father doing housework, in his short three-year life, mother washing dishes was very against the law.

Shaoyin didn't stop, and easily washed the dishes without oily water, splashed dirty water into the yard, put the chopsticks and dishes on the stove, and clicked the basket.

Then he turned around and looked over and said, "But I have already washed it, what should I do?"

An'er's mouth opened, and her delicate brow furrowed, revealing a bit of distress.

What should I do if my mother robbed my father?

"Mother tired?" He ran over and hugged her knees.

Shaoyin shook his head: "Not tired."

"That's good." An'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Dad said, you can't be tired of mother. Since my mother is not tired, she is fine. He relaxed quickly, let go of Shaoyin's legs, ran to a corner of the yard, and poke the ants to play.

Shaoyin was a bit lazy with food and drink. Standing in the yard, she didn't even bother to move a stool and sit in the sun.

After a while, she stretched her arms, turned and walked back to the stove, and began to boil water.

Her body was horribly dirty, and it took Shaoyin more than half an hour to clean herself from the inside out. Her nails were also cut, and she loosely held her wet hair, carried a basin of dirty clothes and planned to wash by the river.

An'er didn't know when he caught a caterpillar and put it on the road the ants passed by, squatting there with relish. Yu Guang saw Shaoyin go out, and immediately got up and chased him up: "Mother!"

"Yeah." Shao Yin nodded and didn't push him, let him follow.

It's summer, and children won't catch cold when they touch some water. Shaoyin was washing her clothes, and An'er took off her shoes and stepped on the shallow water to play.

After playing, he picked up a few snails and threw them into the river one by one.

"This can be eaten," Shaoyin said, making a circle on the ground, "Don't throw it in the river, throw it in this circle, pick up more and cook it for you at home."

An'er got more excited when she had something to do. She ran around, pushing her **** up, picking up the snails one by one.

Shaoyin was washing clothes, thinking of the world of Xian Xia, and the days when he could squeeze the dust removal technique. I missed the days when I was a princess and queen again. There were many servants who served me. She didn't have to do anything. I also miss the modern world. What kind of dirty clothes can be done with a washing machine.

Rubbing his clothes lazily, Yu Guang paid attention to his son, calling out from time to time: "Don't run far."

An'er is very obedient. Thanks to Gu Tingyuan's good teaching, he listens very much to his parents and is a well-behaved and filial child. Shaoyin called him, and he ran over by stepping on the water.

Seeing that his sleeves fell again and were soaked with water, Shao Yin asked him to come to him, twisted the sleeves and the trousers, and put them back on him.

An'er surrounded her mother, pattering, running back and forth stepping on the water. He was lucky. In addition to touching snails, he also touched two mussels.

"Mother, can this be eaten?" He held a mussel that was bigger than his hand, and walked to Shaoyin with bright eyes.

Shaoyin laughed and said, "You can eat." He did not hesitate to compliment, "An'er is very capable."

An'er is happier. The child didn't know much, but subconsciously felt that his mother was in a very good mood today, and he put the mussel in the circle and went to play more happily.

After washing the clothes, Shaoyin took his son home with a basin.

An'er looked back at her back three steps.

They didn't take any extra tools, neither snails nor mussels could take them away, so they stayed by the river temporarily.

"No one will pick it up." Shaoyin persuaded him, "We made a circle, and when people saw it, they knew they were in charge and wouldn't touch it."

An'er said: "Yeah." But the frequency of turning back hasn't changed at all. Until I was on the side road and couldn't see it, I anxiously held Shao Yin's hand and pulled her back: "Mother, let's go home quickly."

Shaoyin couldn't laugh.

He picked him up with one hand and caught him by his side: "Chong ah—"

An'er screamed and then "chuckled" endlessly.

Back home, An'er went to get the bowl immediately. Shaoyin took him with him, turned back to the river, and picked up the snails and mussels that had not been taken away.

On the way back, An'er was not in a hurry, holding the heavy bowl, and did not let go along the way.

He didn't eat it anyway. But this was what he picked up, and he was very precious.

The child walks slowly, and he is holding a heavy bowl, so he walks more slowly. Shaoyin is not in a hurry. She is now a peasant woman. For her, there is only surplus time, not enough time, so she walks leisurely.

After returning home, Shaoyin found a basin and soaked the snails.

As for the two mussels, she pried open, dug out the meat, put it on the chopping board, and knocked it hard with the back of the knife.

"Mother, why do you want to hit it?" An'er asked.

Shaoyin turned the mussel meat over, and replied, "Hit a dozen, it's more delicious."

"Why?"

Shao Yin moved for a while and said, "You will know when you eat."

Put aside a piece of mussel meat, put it aside, and knock only the other piece.

In the twilight, Gu Tingyuan returned from the county seat.

Holding a paper bag in his hand, it is a meat bun for his wife.

Her long brows were slightly frowned, and her delicate face was surrounded by a layer of indispensable depression.

When approaching the entrance of the village, Gu Tingyuan's heart was full of resistance. But thinking about the smart and pleasant son, he tensed his face, but quickened his pace.

It's so late, An'er must be hungry.

My wife never cooks, and I don't know if An'er is crying hungry?

He could have come back earlier. But this happened today. It took him some time to apologize to his classmates. He was called by his husband to reprimand him and explained to the other students in the school. Many things passed and it was too late to go home.

He hurried home and saw a white smoke rising from a distance. He couldn't help but pause, and he was shocked!

"not good!"

He pulled his feet and ran home, running at an unprecedented speed, sprinting like a gust of wind. Worrying about being delayed for a while, his son will be buried in the fire.