Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

It was already dark when everyone returned to the village together.

The three Shen brothers waved their hands and entered the yard.

Mother Lin stood in front and knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.

"Isn't your father asleep?" Mother Lin frowned and muttered in a low voice.

Thinking of how unreliable her husband was on weekdays, she was really unsure for a moment.

"Who is it!" Doudou and Maomao pulled Shen Zhiyu to lie on the door and shouted.

"It's Grandma! Doudou, open the door quickly!" After hearing her grandchildren's words, Mother Lin knocked on the door again.

After entering the courtyard gate, Mother Lin looked around but did not see her husband. She only looked at the three little guys and asked, "Where did your grandpa go?"

Shen Zhiyu smiled and pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Grandpa is cooking in the kitchen!"

Mother Lin looked suspicious.

The sun didn't rise from the west today, so why was he willing to enter the kitchen?

Pulling the three mules into the yard, the little guys suddenly exclaimed.

Shen Zhiyu watched his mother-in-law come back with her mule and hurried over.

I wanted to reach out and touch it but felt scared, so I asked with eyes full of stars: "Mom, is this our donkey?"

He really likes Brother Doudou’s donkey!

Now I have a donkey at home!

"Zhiyu, dear, this is a mule, not a donkey." Nanzhi saw that the little guy liked it and reached out to pick him up.

"Then it's different from the donkey at Grandma Liu's house?" Zhiyu hugged Nanzhi with a curious look on her face.

"Mules are more powerful than donkeys." Nanzhi said, holding Zhiyu closer.

The little guy reached out and touched the mule's head. He saw the mule turned around and licked his palm, and just kept giggling.

"Are you back?" Father Lin held a spatula in one hand and wiped the sweat from his face with the other.

"What are you doing?" Mother Lin stepped forward quickly, circled around him twice to make sure he was okay, and then asked.

"Didn't I think that you would come back very late, and I was afraid that you would be hungry?" Father Lin became less and less confident as he spoke.

He was originally the breadwinner of the family, but this year there was a severe drought and all the food in the fields was wiped out. Until now, his wife has taken care of the two children at home, and the two daughters-in-law have taken care of the cooking and laundry. The son can still I went hunting in the mountains and brought back some meat, and I was left alone at home with nothing to do, not even a favor.

Thinking of the dark plate of potatoes in the kitchen, Father Lin seemed even more depressed.

Mother Lin looked at the person who had lived with her for more than twenty years, how could she not know what he was thinking?

He didn't continue to ask about the kitchen. He just patted him and said, "Okay, okay, let us take care of the kitchen. You have a good rest today. Tomorrow morning, you will be asked to make carts with the boss and the second child." Woolen cloth."

Listening to these words, Father Lin's spirits suddenly came to him.

He knows how to do carpentry!

I was one of the best carpenters in the village back then!

Knowing that he had done something, he finally let go of his frustration.

He is not a freeloader at home either!

Seeing that her wife had cheered up again, Mother Lin asked them all to take a rest while she went to the kitchen to cook.

The three little kids circled around the mule, while Nanzhi and her sisters-in-law began to take stock of the things they bought today.

In addition to knives for self-defense, they also went to the drugstore to buy some sore medicine and medicinal wine. Nanzhi even bought ten pairs of cloth shoes, one pair for each person in the family.

Father Lin curled his lips as he looked at the pile of things on the table.

Even when Nanzhi handed over the pair of shoes she bought for him, there was no reaction.

Thinking of what A Niang said before leaving today, Nan Zhi felt relieved.

My dad is thinking about cakes!

"Zhiyu, come here quickly." Nanzhi waved to the three little dolls.

"Grandma bought some candy!"

Father Lin's eyes lit up when he heard Nanzhi's words. Since he bought candies, did he also buy his own pastries?

I wanted to hear the rest of the story but it was gone, and I couldn't help but feel depressed.

After dividing the things bought today, Mrs. Lin also prepared meals.

It was said to be food, but because she was in a hurry to eat, Mother Lin only cooked a large pot of mashed potatoes and fried eggs for each person.

She finally understood it after taking on the job of collecting eggs every day.

The two old hens in my daughter's house are different from ordinary hens, especially in the past two days, she has been able to pick up twelve or three eggs every time.

It’s really not a problem for everyone in the family to have one egg, and they can even save money while eating.

After dinner, Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui took over the task of washing the dishes. Mother Lin sat next to her wife and asked pretending to be strange: "What's wrong with you? Who owes you money?"

Father Lin wanted to say something about cakes, but he felt embarrassed in front of his daughter and son, so he could only curl his lips and pretend he didn't hear.

"Okay, okay, how old are you? Are you still hungry for this little thing?" Mother Lin said, and like a magic trick, she took out a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

When he saw the cake handed to him, Father Lin chuckled.

He doesn't smoke much on weekdays, and he doesn't like to drink. He just likes this sweet taste. In previous years, after the autumn harvest, he would buy two bags of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and eat it at home.

This year was a bad year, and he thought he wouldn't be able to eat.

"Your daughter bought this, you have to remember it."

Father Lin nodded, indicating that he understood, then carefully opened the oil paper package, looked at the stacked pastries, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Zhiyu, Doudou, Maomao, come here quickly."

After waving to the three little children, Father Lin stuffed each of them with a piece of pastry.

"Take it and eat it."

The little guys nodded and said thank you, then took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and went to the side.

Lin Yicheng looked at the pastry in his father's hand and laughed.

As soon as she got close to him, before she could say anything, she saw her father roll his eyes and go back to the room with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"What?" Lin Yicheng touched his nose, a little unconvinced.

When he was little, his father would give him a piece of it, so why didn't he even show it to him now?

"Dad, you don't know yet? Didn't you look at Fatty and you didn't even share it?"

As Lin Ercheng spoke, he patted his eldest brother on the shoulder.

In the past, when I was little, my father would give it to his eldest brother, and later to me. Then neither of them had a share, and my father would only give it to Fat Ya. Now that there is a younger one, even Fat Ya doesn't have a share, and they are even more worried. Forget it.

When his name was suddenly called, Nanzhi looked confused. What should he do?

Aren’t the shoes already divided?

There is still some fodder that Shen Wenchen and the others bought before, which can be used to feed the mules.

After packing up everything, Nanzhi stretched himself.

Looking at the stars in the sky, she felt a little worried.

Although she had dreamed about the earthquake before, there was still some foreshadowing in the dream. This time, she was alone with the mule in the dream. Now that the mule was bought back, what did that dream foreshadow?

Because of fear, she bought everything she could think of.

The more I thought about it, the more worried I became, and finally I just sighed and took Zhiyu back to the house to sleep.

The three mules in the front yard ate happily, after all, the fodder was purchased with the best specifications.

The backyard is a little different.

The two old hens were accustomed to sleeping crowded together, and now they were looking at the wooden basin under the eaves with their big eyes open.

He Clam, on the other hand, always had a bad premonition.

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(Today’s second chapter)