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

The night was dark and the wind was cold. Qin's cry made Xia Qianqian feel even more desolate. However, no matter how difficult it is, can you still feel sad about the abducted childhood?

Xia Qianqian sighed resignedly, dragged her injured leg and moved to the wooden cart with difficulty, and put her hand in Qin Shi's hand: "Mother, I'm here."

"Okay, okay..." Qin Shi broke into a smile, "Qianqian, your legs are bad, how did you get down? Is the scooter too crowded?"

While speaking, Qin Shi had already got up and groped to get out of the car. As soon as she moved, the little sister Xia Yunyun, who was sleeping beside her feet, woke up and cried to Xia Qianqian: "Big sister, big sister hug..."

Xia Qianqian:  …

Now she wants a comforting hug!

"Don't cry, Yunyun, your eldest sister is here. Her leg is injured and she can't hold you. Come, come to my mother's arms." Qin shi gently called.

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

Qin shi's eyes reddened with sadness. There were not many little potatoes left when she was driven out. She was half blind again and had limited labor capacity. The youngest daughter was only three years old, and she was hungry all day long. The eldest daughter, who is relatively able to work, just got married this year, but her legs were broken by her grandparents because she refused to give the landlord's stupid son a pass-through. How are you going to spend this day?

Xia Qianqian also knew that the situation was serious. It is already autumn, and in two months it will be winter, and the mother and daughter will freeze to death!

As soon as she thought about the days when she had kept a good Mrs. Ba, and came to suffer in ancient times, Xia Qianqian regretted it too much.

Gu Yanjing, I no longer despise you. If I can go back to the modern age, I will remarry you and have a baby monkey right away!

Gugu, the stomachs of the mother and daughter are screaming. Xia Qianqian stood up with the plank, and limped to the woods: "I'll pick up firewood to burn potatoes."

Qin shi hugged her little daughter, helplessly weeping.

After a while, Xia Qianqian picked up a small holding of dry wood and came back, made a fire to burn potatoes, and the family of three gathered around the fire to keep warm.

There were not many potatoes left. No matter how hungry Xia Qianqian was, he only dared to burn three of them. One by one would wrap his stomach first, and then think of a way to do it when it was dawn.

Qin Shi was reluctant to eat, and said that he was not hungry, so he broke his potatoes in half, and the two daughters each half.

Xia Yunyun held the potatoes and ate them in small bites. The smell of burning potatoes wafted in the air, and Qin Shi kept gulping.

The firewood danced with the wind, illuminating Qin Shi's face.

Qin shi is very good-looking, but his temper is too cowardly. Otherwise, the Xia family would not be bullied like this.

Xia Qianqian put the potatoes back into Qin Shi's hands: "If you don't eat it, I'll throw it into the fire and burn it!"

Qin Shi hesitated for a while, as if he had made a great determination before eating the potatoes. I took a small bite, as if it was some kind of delicacy from the mountains and seas, and a small potato the size of a ping-pong ball took at least three minutes.

Xia Qianqian felt sad when she saw it. To tell the truth, she is so hungry now that she can swallow a cow, and that little potato is not enough to stick between her teeth, but she can't eat any more, the situation is too serious!

"Qianqian, is it about to dawn?" Qin Shi asked softly.

"It's still early, sleep a little longer!" Xia Qianqian was in a panic, and her voice was muffled.

Qin shi sighed and persuaded: "Qianqian, mother knows that you are suffering, and she doesn't believe that your father is really dead. Let's keep it going. When your father comes back, everything will be fine."

"Didn't my father get killed by bandits when he went to deliver tiles?" Xia Qianqian asked strangely.

"That's what your second uncle said. I don't believe it..." Qin Shi said and cried again, "Let's go to deliver tiles together, why did the bandits only kill your father and not hurt your second uncle?"