Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Liu Jianping cooks at home. His daughter-in-law is a piece of trash. She doesn't care where she goes and would rather die out there so that Daqiang can remarry.

But he couldn't skip meals, especially since Daqiang was at the age where he was growing.

When Xiong Bufan arrived home, Liu Jianping had already set the table with the food: a plate of scrambled eggs and a dish of stir-fried cured pork with cabbage. Liu Jianping and Cui Daqiang sat down at the table to eat, and Liu Jianping told his son to eat more.

Cui Di walked to the door and hesitated to go in. He looked back at Xiong Bufan, who gently pushed him with his foot. Cui Di appeared in front of Liu Jianping. However, Cui Di was very scared and turned around and hid behind Xiong Bufan.

Cui Daqiang sat at the table. When he saw Xiong Bufan, he grabbed a broom from the kang (a heated brick bed) and rushed towards Xiong Bufan. He was determined to show her what he was capable of today. He was only knocked unconscious because he was careless.

Liu Jianping glanced at Xiong Bufan while sitting at the table and then continued eating.

Kongkong quickly warned, "Bufan, don't scare the child when you're fighting. Also, give it your all, Bufan."

Why does this sound so exciting? Xiong Bufan kicked Cui Di out of the house, rushed up, grabbed the broom, and started hitting Cui Daqiang. But the broom broke on the first hit.

Xiong Bufan paused for a moment, threw the broom aside, and started hitting him. Cui Daqiang was tall and had a face full of scars. Before, An Qingnuan was the one being beaten, but now Xiong Bufan was not going to just sit back and wait to be beaten.

With such a disparity in strength, the height difference seemed less important. Xiong Bufan used all his strength to meet Cui Daqiang's fist, and the moment they clashed, Cui Daqiang's arm went limp and fell to the ground.

Xiong Bufan rained down punches on Cui Daqiang, aggravating all his own injuries on Cui Daqiang, and finally kicked Cui Daqiang out of the house.

Liu Jianping crept up behind Xiong Bufan. Before Kongkong could even warn him to be careful, the plate smashed down on Xiong Bufan's head. Soup mixed with blood dripped down. Xiong Bufan slowly turned around. "You're wasting food by hitting me?"

Seeing that Xiong Bufan hadn't fainted, Liu Jianping was also a little scared. "I, I didn't. Who told you to hit my son? This is outrageous!"

Kongkong: "She ambushed you, and she's being hypocritical. That's too much."

With a dark expression, Xiong Bufan pulled Liu Jianping over and stuffed the shards of the plate into her mouth.

Cui Daqiang dragged a child into the house from outside, yelling, "You stinking nun, let go of my mother, or I'll kill this little brat!" He then lifted the child up.

Xiong Bufan slowed down, "Let him fall to his death." Anyway, she didn't like children.

Cui Di didn't utter a word or even cry while in Cui Daqiang's arms. Was this child playing a game of "Red Light, Green Light"?

Kongkong was sweating bullets. If Cui Di had been killed in the fall, the mission would have been a complete failure.

Seeing that Xiong Bufan still wouldn't let go of Liu Jianping, Cui Daqiang looked at Cui Di in his arms, thinking that since he was still young and could have another child, and this one was a girl anyway, so if he died, so be it. He closed his eyes and threw her down hard.

Xiong Bufan threw Liu Jianping over, and then threw Cui Daqiang out the door. He then rushed over and hugged Cui Di. When Cui Di saw Xiong Bufan's fierce face, he sweetly called out, "Mom."

The things on the ground were unsettling. Xiong Bufan got up from the ground, put the child on the kang (a heated brick bed), and said, "Hide well and cover your ears."

Cui Di obediently covered his ears with his hands, and Xiong Bufan glanced at him before walking out of the house.

In this life, Xiong Bufan hated being threatened more than anything, let alone being threatened with cubs.

If Cui Daqiang can throw a child with one hand, then he shouldn't even need his other hand.

Xiong Bufan was too cruel. Kongkong couldn't help but cover her eyes. She was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see such cruel scenes.

Seeing that Liu Jianping and her son couldn't get up, Cui Daqiang didn't faint, but he just couldn't move.

Xiong Bufan went back inside and started eating. Liu Jianping's cooking skills were pretty good; the eggs, cured meat, and cabbage were all delicious, but there wasn't enough for everyone.

Liu Jianping lay on the ground, clutching his bent and twisted fingers, groaning "Ouch, ouch." Cui Daqiang lay on the ground with a resentful expression, seemingly annoyed by Liu Jianping's shouting, whether because he was upset that Xiong Bufan had knocked him down or for some other reason. "Mom, stop shouting," he said.

"We'd be better off calling a doctor to examine us."

"Oh, oh, oh, my son is so smart. I'll find someone to take us to the hospital right away."

At that time, mobile phones were not yet widespread, and landlines were a luxury. Only the village chief's family had one, and it was bought for him by his son, Cui Mingguang, who was working away from home.

The neighbors were used to the noise from Cui Daqiang's family, and besides, it was getting dark, so no one paid any attention to it.

Liu Jianping tried his best to get up from the ground without lifting a finger, and stumbled towards the door. His son's two arms were broken and his head was split open. If he didn't go to find someone, even if they died in the house, that stinking nun wouldn't be moved.

Xiong Bufan was resting inside when Kongkong saw Liu Jianping leave and quickly said, "Bufan, they're trying to escape."

"They won't run away; they're going to find a doctor."

After Cui Di finished eating, he leaned against Xiong Bufan and fell asleep. Xiong Bufan took out a blanket from the cabinet and covered the two of them, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Liu Jianping eventually went to his neighbor's house to ask for help in finding the village chief. The village chief then had the villagers hitch up an oxcart and take them to the hospital.

Xiong Bufan lay in the house with Cui Di. The village chief glanced at them, sighed, and left. People have their own way of living, but An Qingnuan went too far this time.

When Liu Jianping arrived at the hospital, her hand was swollen like a hammer and turned bluish-purple. The doctor rushed over and looked at the old lady's hand, but Liu Jianping refused, saying, "Go and see my son quickly, his arm is going to be ruined."

The doctor was at a loss for words and could only remind him, "Sir, if you had waited any longer, your hand might have been ruined."

Liu Jianping said in a harsh voice, "I said, go see my son first. Can't you understand human language?"

Cui Daqiang also started groaning, "Ouch, it hurts so much!"

Village Chief: "Doctor, she's just delirious from the pain. Please don't take it personally. Instead, take a look at Daqiang."

The doctor glanced at the village chief without speaking, then turned to look at Cui Daqiang, examining his arm and hand. "Who hit you like that? They were too brutal. Should we call the police?"

"No need to call the police, they fell on their own. You know, the roads are slippery in winter..."

If others don't want me to take care of it, then I won't. The doctor performed a series of procedures, first treating the wound on Cui Daqiang's head, but it seemed to have been covered with wood ash, otherwise he would have fainted long ago.

After cleaning the wound again, Cui Daqiang's head had to be re-bandaged.

The village chief scraped together a few hundred yuan from the village to pay the medical bills, left Cui Er's son there, and went back with the oxcart. He felt that he had already done his duty by sending them to the hospital, and let them handle the rest themselves.

The next day, when other doctors came to work, Liu Jianping's hand had completely failed to recover, and his fingers were bruised and purple.

The doctor could only administer anesthesia, then slowly pry the finger back in place, and then place a metal plate to fix it in place. This way, the hand would look a little normal, but the person would never be able to do heavy work again.

When Xiong Bufan woke up, he saw that the house was cold and empty, with no one cooking and everything frozen solid. His stomach was growling with hunger, so he pulled Cui Di out of bed, wrapped him in a blanket, and went to the village chief's house.

It was mealtime at the village chief's house, and Xiong Bufan unceremoniously devoured all the food. The village chief's wife was furious, but she couldn't forget what her husband had said yesterday, so she could only hold back. "Daqiang's wife, don't you cook at home?"

While eating at someone else's house, Xiong Bufan remembered that the original owner of this body was Cui Daqiang's wife, and mumbled, "Your food smells delicious."

Xiong Bufan eats very quickly, but not in a way that annoys people; in fact, it makes people want to eat.

The village chief, puffing on his pipe, thought for a long time before saying, "Daqiang's wife, Daqiang wronged you before. When you go back this time, you should live a good life with him. I've already scolded him and won't let him hit you again."

"Yes, it's delicious."