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

After Liu Jianping finished crying, he took Cui Daqiang to stay at someone else's house. In the dead of winter, they couldn't really sleep on the ground; they would get sick from the cold. The kang (heated brick bed) without a fire was even colder than the ground. Liu Jianping and Cui Daqiang were already injured, and it would be troublesome if they got frostbite.

Most of the villagers had been beaten by Xiong Bufan. Even those who were on good terms with Liu Jianping wouldn't welcome Cui Daqiang and Liu Jianping into their homes now because their wives were at home. In the end, they could only stay at the village chief's house. Although Zhao Shuxian was dissatisfied, she still arranged for them to stay.

The next morning, Zhao Shuxian made a loud banging noise in the outer room, waking the three people who were fast asleep. The village chief, wearing his clothes, came out of the bedroom and asked, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Zhao Shuxian looked around, then pulled the village chief aside and whispered, "Husband, are you planning to let them eat here?"

Her daughter-in-law ate all three days' worth of our food the other day.

"Let's have a meal together; it won't bankrupt us."

Zhao Shuxian slammed the spoon into the pot with a loud bang, "I'm not serving you anymore, you can cook if you want."

"You crazy woman, what's wrong with you so early in the morning!"

Zhao Shuxian walked back into the house without turning her head, even opening the bedroom door to let the wind blow in, and sat on the kang with a cold face.

Liu Jianping had woken up when Zhao Shuxian got up, but hadn't said anything. Now he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Thank you for taking care of me, sister-in-law. I'll take Daqiang back with me today so as not to cause you any trouble."

"Um,"

The bedroom door was still open, and a cold draft kept blowing in. Liu Jianping shrank further into the blankets. "Sister-in-law, could you please close the door?"

Zhao Shuxian didn't even bother with formalities, coldly slamming the door shut. Liu Jianping crawled out of bed, laboriously putting on his coat and gloves to prevent his fingers from getting frostbite—which were actually just cotton tubes.

"Daqiang, get up, let's go home."

Cui Daqiang was obedient enough to respond quickly, then got out of bed, though he still couldn't move his arms. "What a mess," the village chief said kindly, helping Cui Daqiang put on his clothes and tie them up.

"Thank you, uncle."

Village chief: "You're welcome. Go back and live a good life."

If you don't make a move, An Qingnuan naturally won't either.

"Sigh~, I'll listen to the village chief. I'll definitely go back and live a good life with Qingnuan." Cui Daqiang said this sincerely, mainly because he really couldn't beat that stinky nun.

"Good boy."

I would rather demolish ten temples than ruin one marriage.

Everyone would like to see Cui Daqiang go back to living a good life.

Xiong Bufan got up in the morning, and Cui Di naturally woke up as well. Seeing that Xiong Bufan had no intention of cooking, Cui Di got dressed and started gathering firewood to cook. When it came time to get the rice, Cui Di was in trouble. The grain and meat had been locked up by Liu Jianping, and he didn't know where the key was.

"Mom~"

He called for his mother early in the morning. Xiong Bufan reluctantly walked over when he heard the voice, "What?"

"The food is in here, I can't open it."

In front of him was a well-preserved wooden door with a relatively new lock. Knowing that the grain was inside, Xiong Bufan didn't waste any words and kicked it down, knocking the door, frame, and lock off.

Xiong Bufan looked at his masterpiece with a bit of pride. As expected of him, he could even kick down the door frame. It was just that his leg hurt a little. "Go in and get it. Remember to take more, or there won't be enough to eat."

"Ok."

Besides some farm tools, the hut was filled with grains: hanging cured meat, piles of corn, a whole bag of millet, glutinous millet, and sorghum, some wheat flour but not much, and some eggs.

Cui Di stepped onto a chair, took down a piece of cured meat, a head of cabbage, and some millet, and went back inside. Seeing the broken door, he couldn't help but worry, "Mom, what if someone steals something?"

“They wouldn’t dare. If anyone comes to steal, I’ll eat at their house for a year. If they don’t eat, I’ll beat them up.”

In her heart, Kongkong silently lit a candle for the thief, hoping that no one would be so foolish as to steal anything. Xiong Bufan was already crazy enough and couldn't take any more stimulation.

Cui Di washed and chopped the cabbage and placed it on a plate. He then brought back the cured pork and sliced ​​it thinly. He put oil in a pot, sautéed the scallions until fragrant, then added the cured pork slices. When the cured pork slices were about 80% cooked, he added the cabbage and salt, then stir-fried it. Finally, he added water and millet.

The cooking steps left Xiong Bufan completely bewildered. Shouldn't it be steaming rice and then stir-frying cured meat with cabbage? Why are they combined like this? But as long as it's edible, it's fine. Anyway, it's not cooking, so there's no need to be too picky.

Xiong Bufan tended the fire at the stove entrance. He couldn't cook, but he was an expert at tending the fire.

Cui Di went out and got four more eggs, washed them, and put them in a pot to boil.

After doing all that, I used a winnowing basket to collect some grain and fed it to the free-range chickens in the yard.

Kongkong sighed, "Bufan, you've really made something of yourself, having a three-and-a-half-year-old child take care of you."

Xiong Bufan ignored him, standing up every now and then to stir the porridge in the pot with a spoon, making sure it didn't burn.

Cui Daqiang and Liu Jianping helped each other to their doorstep. When they saw the large hole in the courtyard wall, they were stunned. Then they saw smoke coming from the chimney and knew that someone was cooking. Thinking of the grain in the storeroom, Liu Jianping scrambled towards the storeroom. When Cui Daqiang came into the house, he saw Xiong Bufan tending the fire.

The warehouse entrance was a mess; the door and lock had been blown inside, a small piece of cured meat was missing, and rice and eggs were also missing...

"Mom, come quick, An Qingnuan is going to hit me."

Upon hearing Cui Daqiang's voice, Liu Jianping disregarded the food and ran back into the house, where he saw Daqiang staring intently at An Qingnuan, who was sitting there motionless.

"We can't beat her in a fight, so the best thing to do is to drive her away," Liu Jianping tried to say. "Qingnuan, why don't you go back to the mountain temple and stay for a few days? Daqiang and I are here at home!"

You've suffered these past years too. I spoke with the village chief and said we should give that piece of land to your younger brother; you can manage on your own with him."

Xiong Bufan looked up at her as if she were a fool. She had food and drink here, and as long as she was here, all of Cui Daqiang's land would be hers. Why did she think she would leave?

Kongkong: "Bufan, don't agree to her request. She wants to get rid of you."

“I’m not leaving. This is my home. You’re the ones who should be leaving.” With that, Xiong Bufan picked up a fire poker and began to drive them away.

Cui Di also rushed back from outside, guarding Xiong Bufan like a wolf cub, determined that no one could hurt her mother anymore. Xiong Bufan gently pushed Cui Di aside with a fire poker, saying, "Go play somewhere else."

"You can choose to walk standing up or sideways out!"

Xiong Bufan wanted to drive them away. If they didn't leave, Xiong Bufan also knew a little about martial arts, as Cui Daqiang and Liu Jianping had already seen.

Liu Jianping and Cui Daqiang clearly understood what he meant. Neither force nor persuasion worked, so they resorted to tantrums, trying to awaken An Qingnuan's conscience.

They were kind enough to take her in back then (Cui Daqiang married An Qingnuan), otherwise she would have been kicked out of the village long ago.

Without warning, Liu Jianping knelt on the ground and began to wail. He walked forward on his knees while crying, "Qingnuan, just go back to the mountain. How can you bully us orphans and widows here? Do you have any respect for Master Jing'an's teachings?"

"Master Jing'an is so compassionate, how could she have a disciple like you? Qingnuan, Daqiang is young and doesn't know any better, and Cui is still young, please let us go..."

This is such a wicked trick. If it were the original owner of this body, he would have been completely manipulated. He actually used the name of Abbess Jing'an to suppress Xiong Bufan, but Xiong Bufan had no idea who Abbess Jing'an was.

Looking at Xiong Bufan's expression, Liu Jianping saw Xiong Bufan stepping back, still deep in thought. Liu Jianping, thinking his trick was working, started wailing again with all his might.

It's utterly absurd to resort to moral blackmail when you can't win a fight, or to drive away someone just because they're a threat. Kongkong said, "Bufan, let's make our move."

Xiong Bufan kicked Liu Jianping in the chest, but not with much force, just enough to knock her down. "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Cui Daqiang's arm was crippled, so he naturally couldn't help Liu Jianping up. He could only watch as Liu Jianping struggled to get up on his own. They looked really pitiful.

Xiong Bufan, unusually showing kindness, said, "You can stay, but you have to take care of me and the little brat, or I'll throw you out."

Cui Daqiang and Liu Jianping ultimately stayed, while Xiong Bufan sat on a small stool as a supervisor.