V1.Chapter 4

When Yu Wan picked the garlic sprouts and returned home, Mr. Zhao had already taken away a steaming bowl of stewed chicken with bamboo shoots.

"Evil mother-in-law! You bring my chicken back! It's not for you! It's my sister who caught it for us!"

From the other side of the stove came the indignant voice of Little Iron Dan.

Yu Wan walked quickly through the hall, and saw Little Tie Dan blushing, standing on his hips in the empty pigsty, yelling angrily.

But he was so short that he couldn't get out.

Their house has long since raised pigs, and the pigsty is clean, but this is so. Seeing her younger brother being locked here, Yu Wan's eyes are still cold.

Yu Wan pulled out the plug on the wooden board, carried her younger brother out, walked into the kitchen again, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw a pot full of stewed chicken with winter bamboo shoots, which had been scooped up to the point where there was no residue left: " What happened? Who did it?"

Little Iron Dan was originally just angry, but the moment he was held in his arms by his sister, a sense of grievance surged in his heart, and he told everything about Zhao's visit.

After listening to Xiao Tiedan's words, Yu Wan realized that she still had a marriage in ancient times that she did not fulfill. It was strange that the original owner did not keep such an important event in her memory.

That Zhao shi said "my daughter-in-law" one by one, but look at what she has done. She didn't come to visit her when she was in a coma, took the chicken away, didn't even say hello, and pinched her brother!

It's no wonder that the original owner didn't want to remember her before she died. This kind of slut doesn't forget her, so keep it for the New Year?

"The chicken is gone... I didn't think highly of the chicken..." Little Tie Dan was so aggrieved that his eyes turned red.

That's the chicken that my sister caught! The chicken that I finally got, was snatched away like this...

Yu Wan put the garlic sprouts in the sink for washing vegetables, and patted her brother on the shoulder: "You wait for me at home, I'll be back soon."

"Sister, where are you going?" Little Tie Dan asked in confusion.

Yu Wan didn't say a word, she just walked into the kitchen, took a kitchen knife, and went out with a cold expression.

...

However, she said that after the Zhao family came out of Yu Wan's house, she trotted all the way home, and she ignored the villagers who greeted her on the way.

The strong aroma of chicken soup wafted over most of the village.

Zhao's family was originally a peasant woman called Zhaojia Village in the northwest. After the war broke out, Zhaojia Village was captured by enemy soldiers. She and her husband escaped with a pair of children. Her husband was shot to death by random arrows on the way. After tossing and turning, he finally ended up in Lotus Village.

Orphans and widows are difficult days. Fortunately, the Zhao family has a good son.

Zhao Heng is not only talented and intelligent, but also diligent and motivated. He was soon admitted to Tongsheng. Because of this, their family made an exception to obtain the household registration of Lianhua Village.

But there is no adult male in their family, and the only Zhao Heng is a student, so how can the Zhao family let him work in the field? Zhao's family is lazy, and the daughter she raised doesn't have a pair of diligent hands and feet. Over the years, their family has relied on Awan's family for support, and even the land is helped by Awan.

To say how dissatisfied the Zhao family is with this prospective daughter-in-law is not entirely true, but to say how grateful she is, but not necessarily.

After all, her son is the only scholar in the village. If Awan's wild girl can catch up with her son, it is the smoke from the Yu family's ancestral grave!

At this time, the fog had cleared for more than half, and the people in the village started to work one after another. Although there was not much farming in winter, there was always food to be prepared and clothes to be washed.

When Mr. Zhao stepped into the door, Zhao Baomei just got up with messy hair, and before she opened her eyes, she smelled the tempting aroma of chicken soup.

She rushed out: "Mother! What is this?"

She hurried to lift the lid of the earthen jar that was placed on the table by Zhao, but was slapped open by Zhao.

Zhao Shi said, "Where's your brother?"

Zhao Baomei pursed her lips: "Brother went to the academy and only went there."

Zhao shi looked at the fragrant crock pot and swallowed desperately: "Then it shouldn't go far, I'll scoop some out first, and you can send it to your brother."

Although Zhao Baomei was not happy, she also knew that her brother was the most important thing in the whole family. If her brother didn't eat it, no one wanted to eat it.

"Got it, mother." She said with a smile.

Zhao went to the kitchen to find two empty bowls, and was about to scoop some chicken for her son, but before she touched the earthen pot, she saw a bright kitchen knife chopped on her wooden table!

Zhao Shi was terrified!

"Your surname is Yu, what do you mean!" Zhao Baomei, who was standing beside her, was the first to come back to her senses and saw Yu Wan, who had a murderous look on her face, her expression was stunned.

Yu Wan didn't bother to care about her, her eyes fell on Zhao Shi's face that was a little pale with fright, and she said coldly, "Is it you who just went to my house?"

She found it by smelling chicken soup. She didn't remember the Zhao family, nor what the Zhao family looked like, but there were only two women in this family. No matter how she looked at her "prospective mother-in-law", she wouldn't be that sloppy little girl. girl.

Zhao Shi was also stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect that Awan, who had always been afraid to speak out in front of her, dared to speak to her so arrogantly, and even used a knife!

After bullying Awan for many years, she was not afraid of Awan. She said domineeringly, "What do you want to do? Bring a kitchen knife to my house early in the morning! Are you in the dark?!"

Yu Wan said coldly, "I bullied my younger brother, stole my chicken, and asked me why I came here. With the surname of Zhao, who is in the dark?"

Surname, surname Zhao? What does this dead girl call her? !

Zhao Shi was instantly angry, pointed at Yu Wan's nose and said, "You're so embarrassed to say, you bought chicken, but you didn't bring it to honor me! I ate it secretly in the house! What's your peace of mind? Do I have this..."

Noisy!

Yu Wan was overwhelmed, and without waiting for Mrs. Zhao to finish her words, she picked up the kitchen knife on the table and waved it towards Mrs. Zhao.

Zhao shi jumped up and down in fright!

Zhao Baomei didn't get any better either. She had long been frightened by Yu Wan's aura and stood there dumbfounded, watching in horror as Yu Wan grabbed Zhao's hair, dragging Zhao's hair like she was dragging a sack. Drag to the pigsty behind the main room.

Pigs are raised in her pigsty!

"Ouch!"

Zhao was slammed into the pig trough!

Zhao Baomei can't remember what happened after that. She only knew that when she came back to her senses, Yu Wan had already taken away the clay pot with the aroma of chicken soup.

...

Little Tie Dan sat on the threshold of the main room with a dejected expression.

He knew that Sister A went to Zhao's house, but he was not sure that Sister A would ask for the chicken back.

A sister is like this, all good things are given to the Zhao family first, the Zhao family has used it, and the rest is theirs.

He doesn't hate A-jie, because A-niang said that you can't hate A-jie, she will love her for the rest of her life.

But occasionally, he also hopes that my sister will love him...

The chicken is definitely gone.

Little Tie Dan wiped his red eye sockets aggrievedly.

"It's so cold, what are you doing sitting at the door?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded above Little Tie Dan's head.

Little Tie Dan raised his head blankly, and saw Yu Wan walking towards him with a kitchen knife in one hand and a crock pot in the other.
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