Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Qin Youyou was happy.

What a naive elder sister! How could she directly ask a liar whether he is a liar?

Oh no, she's not a liar.

Qin Youyou cleared her throat and said, "Ahem, we are not liars. We really teach you how to farm. As long as you sign up for our Mud Legs Sect, we will give you ten eggs."

He looked at the mother and son and added, "There are two of you, so you can give twenty."

The boy shook his mother's hand, swallowed hard, his eyes full of longing: "Mom..."

Thinking of her dying daughter, the woman's heart was moved. "Well... we'd like to join, but we can't sell ourselves because... I have to go back home at noon and in the evening to cook for the man and the child."

"Oh, that's okay. You have free time, you can arrange it yourself."

Qin Youyou expressed her understanding.

Many people are like this. Men work outside and women take care of the family. Husband and wife are one and work together. She cannot disrupt other people's normal family life just because she takes them in as disciples.

Hearing Qin Youyou's promise, the woman burst into tears of gratitude.

Qin Youyou took out the roster: "Name? Age?"

"Mu Jing, thirty-five."

Thirty-five? Qin Youyou raised her eyes in surprise. The woman's face was full of wrinkles and she looked fifty.

Seeing the thin clothes she was wearing and her hands chapped from the cold, Qin Youyou quickly looked away.

"What about the child?"

The boy raised his little face and said in a childish voice, "Hello, sister. My name is Wu Qiancai, and I'm eight years old."

Qin Youyou was stunned again, sighed, and said nothing.

She wrote down the name and motioned for the woman to open the cloth bag slung over her shoulder, which contained half a moldy steamed bun and three pairs of knitted cloth shoes.

Qin Youyou stood up, counted the eggs one by one, and put them carefully into the cloth bag.

After counting twenty, he put three more in.

"Miss, this is not allowed." Mu Jing stopped her.

Qin Youyou waved her hand: "It's for Xiao Qiancai to replenish his body. I'll cook it and eat it today."

Mu Jing stared at Qin Youyou blankly, her eyes red.

Instead of refusing, he wiped his eyes and kept saying, "Thank you, benefactor, thank you, benefactor."

Fortunately, God let her meet a good person.

Qin Youyou smiled and said, "Just call me teacher. Remember to come to the Helan Family to find me tomorrow. Tell the guards at the gate that you are looking for Wei Batian, and they will let you in."

From now on, the two of them will follow her and will definitely never go hungry again.

Helan Family...

My benefactor teacher, does he actually live in the Helan family?

Mu Jing had a vague feeling that she might have met an extraordinary person. She responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, teacher."

Little Qiancai also waved his hand: "I remember it, teacher!"

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The mother and son were so excited that they went home carrying a big bag of eggs.

They hadn't smelled the aroma of eggs for a long time.

"Mom, I want to drink a bowl of egg drop soup."

Xiao Qiancai drooled and couldn't help but daydream.

The yellow and white eggs float in the salty and fragrant soup, sprinkled with chopped green onions, it smells so good just thinking about it.

Mu Jing rubbed her son's head and said, "Okay, I'll make a bowl of egg drop soup and scramble two eggs so that my two good children can have a full meal."

"Mom, hurry up, my saliva is about to flow down."

The mother and son walked home happily.

Around two pine trees, the low thatched house is their home.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I heard a deep voice: "Why are you back? Have you sold all your shoes? Did you make some money?"

Mu Jing's back stiffened.

How could he be at home? Doesn’t he go out drinking and gambling every morning and come back at night?

Xiao Qiancai also opened his eyes wide, trembling, and hid behind his mother.

A thin man stood up in the shadows, strode over, and snatched the bag from Mu Jing's arms.

"No, be careful!"

Be careful or the eggs may break.

"Eggs?" the man's voice rose. "You used your earnings to buy eggs?"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"No, I didn't buy it. A benefactor gave it to me."

"Benefactor?" The man narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, with a "slap", a hard slap landed on Mu Jing's face.

She was beaten so hard that she fell to the ground, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"Still lying, bitch! I'll beat you to death!"

"Don't hit my mother, Dad. If you want to hit someone, hit me!" Xiao Qiancai pounced on him.

The next moment, his father kicked him hard in the chest: "Get out!"

He then slapped his wife seven or eight times in the face: "Bitch, if you lie again, I'll strip you naked and sell you to a brothel!"

After Wu De said this, he picked up the bag and walked out.

Mu Jing grabbed his trouser leg, her eyes red: "Wu De, you can't leave, those are the eggs that saved my daughter's life, you can't sell them!"

"Haha, that money-losing bastard, I wish he'd die right away!"

Another kick hit Mu Jing in the heart, causing her to fall heavily backward and hit her head on the door sill.

The man didn't even look at it, but hurried out with the eggs in his arms.

He lost so much in the morning, this time he wanted to win it back with interest.

Mu Jing felt heartbroken.

She knew that Wu De would sell all the eggs and then squander the money in the casino.

Then he came back and beat the mother and son severely, venting all his anger from losing money in gambling on them.

The back of her head was hit hard, and she felt dizzy, and the roof was spinning...

"Mother...eggs..."

Xiao Qiancai, who was only eight years old, started crying.

In a blink of an eye, the egg drop soup was gone, the scrambled eggs were gone, everything was gone.

It was like a dream.

Mu Jing felt a wave of heartache.

The scene before my eyes became increasingly blurry.

She was terrified. After having the child, she didn't dare to die, nor did she dare to be lazy. She was spinning like a top, but now, she felt...

She seems to be dying.

She may have no choice but to continue walking with her child.

But if she died, what would happen to her son and daughter?

She dug her fingers into the ground, her nails leaving deep marks.

He gasped for breath and said with difficulty, "Qiancai, you, you must go quickly, go to the market just now, and find that kind lady. You must, you must find her..."

Xiao Qiancai's face turned pale, his mother's condition was not right.

He crawled over and hugged his mother, tears streaming down his face. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

"Go, money, go quickly!"

Xiao Qiancai wiped away his tears vigorously and forced himself to calm down: "Mom, please hold on a little longer, I'll go right away, right away!"

He ignored the pain in his chest and stumbled out into the heavy snow.

Mu Jing moved her body. She felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, but she still forced herself to move from the ground little by little, and finally moved to her daughter's bed.

On the bed, the little daughter, who was as thin as a skeleton, was sleeping soundly under a thin quilt.

Mu Jing lay on the edge of the bed, holding her daughter's cold little hand.

He was exhausted and fainted beside the bed.