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

Xia Qianqian brought Qin Shi and her younger sister to the thatched cottage.

This is the residence of the Xia family before they made their fortune by burning tiles. Xia Qianqian can change from the wife of a wealthy president to a lame girl at the end of the day, there is nothing unacceptable.

Everything is her retribution, who made her swear to let God hear her for divorce?

"Big sister, we have a home." Xia Yunyun ran around happily, "I can continue to play with my friends in the village."

"En." Xia Qianqian sat down on the tree stump in front of the thatched cottage and began to think about life.

Can she go back to modern times? How can I go back? How to solve the problem of survival before going back?

The light was good at noon, Qin Shi groped and found a broken book and gave it to her: "Qianqian, this is what your father left, you keep it well."

"The Technique of Burning Tile." Xia Qianqian flipped through it. It was Xia Dingshan's experience of burning tiles before he was alive, and he wrote it in great detail. Gu Yanjing likes to burn porcelain and built a small kiln at home. Now that she has this experience, she can try burning tiles to sell for money.

Mr. Qin went to sweep the floor and wipe the dust, and after a busy time, the thatched hut could barely be accommodated.

"Qianqian, the house is ready, your legs are not good enough to lie down, go to the bed and lie down for a while." Qin Shi said.

Xia Qianqian looked at her legs, because they were already congested and swollen from walking and standing for a long time. She put the "Rolling Tile Technique" in her arms and walked into the thatched cottage with a sigh.

If she really can't go back, she doesn't want to be a lame person, she needs to take good care of her legs.

The thatched hut is about 20 square meters. The so-called bed is actually laying some corn stalks on the ground and then placing a piece of wood. The only thing on the bed is the torn quilt that was covered on the trolley last night.

Xia Qianqian began to miss the soft big bed and silk quilt of the Gu family. Fortunately, she is a hiking enthusiast. She often packs a bag and goes hiking with her teammates in the wild. She is used to various bad situations and is not hypocritical. If Gu Yanjing, who is obsessed with cleanliness, came through, he would rather freeze to death than cover this broken quilt.

Xia Qianqian began to fantasize about Gu Yanjing walking around in the thatched hut with his nose pinched, and screaming in fright from the cockroaches.

"Hahaha, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive!" Xia Qianqian put her hands on her hips and laughed.

Qin Shi was frightened and patted her face worriedly: "Qianqian, what are you talking about?"

Xia Qianqian was photographed back to reality, and found that the person who was "reincarnated by heaven" was her, and said embarrassingly, "I'm saying, this is my retribution."

"Qianqian..." Qin Shi's nose was sour, and tears fell, "I'm sorry, it's all my mother's incompetence, I can't protect you..."

Xia Qianqian was most afraid of women crying, so she quickly said, "It's okay, I can protect you."

"Qianqian, you lie down, mother will cook porridge for you." Qin Shi wiped away her tears, helped Xia Qianqian lie down in the dim light, and helped her to press down the quilt.

From last night to now, Xia Qianqian's body and mind have been suffering from unprecedented torture. She was so tired that she fell asleep after lying down for a while.

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When he woke up, it was already noon, and every household in the village was making a fire for dinner. Xia Qianqian smelled the fragrance of rice porridge and dragged her lame leg out.

Qin Shi set up a fire in the yard and was cooking porridge. Xia Yunyun put her chin on her hands and looked at the boiling pot eagerly: "Mother, when can I have porridge?"

"It's almost ready, when your eldest sister is about to wake up, let's drink together." Qin Shi said.

"Okay." Xia Yunyun replied obediently, swallowing her saliva.

Xia Qianqian felt sour when she saw it.

Many years ago, she also squatted on the ground pitifully like Xia Yunyun, looking at the steamed buns with white flour in the pot, she was drooling. It was not until he was brought home by his father that he began to eat and clothe himself. My mother had passed away by then, but she had an older sister who was five years older and took good care of her.

The elder sister is like a mother.

From now on, she will be Xia Yunyun's sister. She has to provoke this family.