The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Fortunately, she had hurriedly smeared a thick layer of soot on her sister Song Chunhua's face to cover it up. The fat and arrogant bandit leader just glanced at her casually, shook his head in disgust and left.

"Oh, his face is so dark, it's scary!"

His words seemed to contain some disgust, but in any case it was a life-saving straw for the Song family.

Next, the three sisters Xiaocao in the village did not encounter any unexpected situations.

As for Song Wenqin, since his face was also smeared with charcoal black beforehand and he had been pretending to be dull and ignorant, he did not attract the fat man's interest at all.

Just when Jiang Jinhe thought the most dangerous part was over, something unexpected happened.

The fat bandit suddenly turned his gaze towards him.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with an unusual glint, and his brows gradually furrowed. "Well, this woman has a plump and well-proportioned figure. Judging from the appearance of her belly, she can obviously give birth to a strong child. Why is she so dark?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jinhe's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Is there something wrong with this damn fat guy's eyesight?

Why do I always feel like I can give birth to healthy offspring for him?

"Oh, your skin is too dark! What a pity for such a beautiful woman!"

As he said this, the fat thief's eyes moved up and down, looking her up and down, as if he wanted to check her from head to toe.

Jiang Jing felt as if she had become a plaything in the other party's hands, which was a terrible feeling.

Looking back now, I do have a body line that is plump yet curvy: the bulges are very straight, and the slender parts are even more graceful. Overall, it is as tempting as a juicy peach that is about to ripen and be picked.

If I had known this would happen, I should have wrapped myself in cloth strips like a barrel so as not to attract attention!

But at this point, nothing can be done.

Seeing that her husband was almost unable to control himself and was about to explode in resistance, Jiang Jinhe quickly stepped on the surface of his shoe to signal him to remain calm.

At this moment, the annoying big man opposite was still looking at her carefully, his fingers constantly touching the thick beard on his chin, looking very conflicted, obviously considering whether to take Jiang Jing back or not.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind - those clever heroines in TV dramas often pretend to be seriously ill when they encounter danger in order to deceive the bad guys.

In that case, why not put what you have learned into practice?

"Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation. My skin isn't naturally dark... I have a rare disease that caused it to turn this color!"

Jiang Jing tried her best to imitate the tone and intonation of the characters in the play, hoping to achieve the same effect.

"What disease can cause this condition? I've never heard of it!" he asked in a rough voice with a slight tremor. It was obvious that the latter had begun to feel alert.

"It's called 'Melanin Deposits Syndrome,' a stubborn, hereditary disease. Initially, there were no unusual symptoms, and she looked no different from an average person. But within two months of marrying, the disease erupted. It's so contagious, even the other girls in the family were infected..."

When he said this, he did not forget to point to the two sisters behind him to enhance the authenticity and credibility.

"If you don't believe me, just look and see, even my husband has been infected!"

Despite his earnest words and extremely sad expression, the other party remained skeptical and was obviously not easily persuaded or moved.

Jiang Jing simply gave up on her image and took a step forward, crying loudly, "Actually, this strange disease won't kill you, but it's just very unsightly!

If you don't mind and I'm willing to take you with me and serve you, of course I'm willing to go with you. Now I can't go back to my parents' home, and I don't dare to stay at my husband's home. I really don't know what to do. Please save me, sir..."

Upon hearing this, the latter was already in a panic and terrified. He quickly raised the shining long knife in his hand and threatened to drive her away: "How dare you, bitch, threaten me with the disease?! Get out of here now, don't come any closer, or you'll infect me!!"

As soon as the words fell, the Song family sprinted away from the village as if relieved.

They ran back for five miles in one breath before stopping to rest. At this time, the whole family was exhausted and could only collapse on the grass by the roadside, unable to move.

Although I was extremely exhausted physically and mentally, strangely enough, I was more eager than usual to communicate and confide in others.

"Oh, I'm so tired... I really can't hold on any longer! I'm so exhausted I feel like I'm dying..."

He kept muttering complaints.

"This is simply a marathon-style long-distance running race..." Just as she was about to continue complaining, she suddenly remembered that she was now in a different time and space than the modern society, and many things could not be said casually, and she had to be restrained.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed his tone and said, "I'm so thirsty... I wish I had some clean water to moisten my throat!"

Unexpectedly, the wish came true, and an old leather bag filled with clear and sweet spring water magically appeared before my eyes.

The person holding it was the young man who had been following silently at the back just now - her husband.

As the man handed over the bottle, there was no particular change in his expression, but his eyes vaguely revealed dissatisfaction.

Puzzled by this, he took the container and began to drink in big gulps.

"How come you still have something so precious that hasn't been discovered and confiscated?"

A faint response indicated that there was indeed deliberate concealment involved.

Then he added, "What about you? Don't you want to drink some water to moisten your throat?"

After drinking the water, she turned the bottle mouth back to the direction the other person had just sucked. After taking a few sips, her cheeks suddenly flushed slightly, realizing that the two of them had just indirectly completed an intimate contact.

After staring at each other silently for a long time, he suddenly said, "Actually, you looked quite beautiful just now."

Jiang Jing was overwhelmed by this sudden praise and felt as if her heart was gently touched.

"That man, I will kill him sooner or later."

Song Wenqin's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

That person?

Jiang Jinhe was full of doubts.

Who is this person?

Why did Song Wenqin hate him so much?

However, before she could ask for more details, Song Wenqin turned around and left the room with a kettle.

His steps seemed hurried, as if he was unwilling to delay even for a moment.

As he walked away, the tension in the air seemed to ease a little.

At this moment, a familiar and lively figure suddenly rushed into the door frame - it was Song Chunhua!