The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Time flew by and it was evening again. After a day of meditation, Feige could appear during the day.

There's a moon and stars tonight, but they're a bit blurry.

"Looks like it's going to rain," Feige said, standing at the cave entrance and looking at the sky.

"Master, it's alright even if it's light rain, I have an umbrella."

"Okay, you're amazing."

Feige was hungry.

"Ugh, I'm hungry again. What should I eat?"

"Master, would you like to cook for yourself?"

"Sure, but I don't know what to eat."

"Master, you can cook the porridge yourself, and you can also set up a pot to stir-fry vegetables."

"I don't want to move."

"Master, then you should just go hungry."

Feige looked at the night sky, then laughed. "Hunger is impossible. If I don't cook, someone else can."

Feige disappeared as soon as she finished speaking.

In the blink of an eye, Feige appeared in the brothel's kitchen.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so many things are missing, yet there's no reaction at all. Money really makes a difference."

Feige slurped a mouthful, then lifted the pot lid. Inside was stewed meat, stewed large pig's trotters. The trotters were already mushy, but you could still tell the difference.

Feige was too lazy to use anything to store it, so she just put the pot in her spatial storage.

"Master, can you be a little more diligent?"

"cannot"

Feige circled around again and found rice. Again, the rice, along with the pot, entered her spatial dimension.

There were also several stir-fried dishes, which Feige accepted without hesitation.

That's about it. Feige disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, they were back in the cave. Feige took out the food and began to eat it with relish.

"Master, I need to come out quickly, I want to eat too!" Wu Tang swore.

"Then you should think about it."

Feige didn't care and started eating heartily.

Soon, the pot of rice and the pot of soup were finished. She took the pot to the riverbank not far away to wash it clean, and then threw it into her spatial storage.

Feeling full and comfortable, Feige rubbed her stomach.

"I'm full, time to get to work. Let's find out where the village chief is."

"Yes, Master."

"Master, the village chief is in town. He went to his son's place. His daughter-in-law doesn't like him, so he'll probably have to go back in a few days."

"So fast! Let me go check and give you directions."

In the blink of an eye, Feige was back on the street.

At this time, many thugs appeared on the street, carrying sticks and searching for thieves.

For three days in a row, they've run out of food. Today, they even took the pots. The madam told them to go out and find the person, or they'd be beaten to death.

Feige watched them walk past.

"Search and search, even if you turn this place upside down, you won't find it."

"Nonsense, it's all in your stomach, it won't come out looking the same."

"Hehe," Wu Tang laughed heartily.

"Location confirmed! Hurry, let's go see what's going on!"

"Master, number 18 at the Third Gate is at the second alleyway behind."

Feige walked back to digest her food, and heard the sound before she even got there.

"What are you doing here? Leave, you're not welcome."

"Daughter-in-law, how could you do this? I have no other choice. The house has been burned to the ground, so I had to come to you."

"You have the nerve to come looking for us? If you hadn't offended someone, and how many people have you offended over the years? You're always so self-righteous and obsessed with saving face, and what's the result? You always make us suffer. You even wanted my son to go to the ancestral rites. We haven't been back to Gao'an in years. How dare you? We've already said that rites are fake, but you still stubbornly insist. Is a living life so worthless in your eyes? Ah, get out of here, you're not welcome."

"Daughter-in-law, you... I didn't let Little Fatty perform the sacrifice, so why are you blaming me?" The village chief was getting annoyed.

"You're playing with people's lives! A life isn't a life! How could you do that? How could you possibly do it? And what have you been doing all these years? Don't think nobody knows. You came alone. Where's the old woman?"

"Dead, burned to death."

"Ha, you threw it in there, didn't you? What can't you do, huh?"

The woman closed the door after she finished speaking.

Cun Chang stood at the door, his eyes filled with hatred and ruthlessness.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what karma!"

"Let's go meet this woman; maybe we'll be pleasantly surprised."

In the blink of an eye, Feige appeared inside the door. Inside was a small courtyard, which was very clean. There were vegetables growing on the side, a small dog, a few chickens, and a pig.

The woman was in her early twenties, dressed simply, but had a very delicate face.

"Auntie"

Feige shouted,

The woman turned around and saw Fei Ge, and was startled, but then she calmed down.

"You are Feifei"

"Yes, it's me, Auntie."

You are still alive.

No, I'm dead.

The woman wasn't particularly afraid. She walked over and hugged Feige tightly.

"I'm sorry, I strongly objected when they buried you, they kept me at home and wouldn't let me go, I'm sorry."

Hot tears dripped onto Feige's shoulder, and Feige could feel the intense sensation.

"Auntie, I'm fine. I came to ask you something."

The woman wiped away her tears and looked at Feige, "Child, ask away. Whatever I know, I'll tell you."

"Auntie, my parents died so suddenly. I want to know if the village chief was involved?"

"I don't know about that, but when your parents had just passed away, this old man was acting strangely, wandering around your house every day, and then he stopped."

"Thank you, Auntie," Feige said earnestly, her words reflecting the original owner's emotions, because this woman had genuinely been kind to her, making her clothes and providing her with food.

"Feifei, are you hungry? Auntie will get you something to eat."

"Auntie, I'm not hungry."

"it is good,"

The woman looked at Feige and started to cry again.

"By the way, Auntie, my grandma was perfectly healthy, why did she suddenly get sick?"

"I don't know, but around that time, the old man bought rat poison, saying there were a lot of rats in the fields, so we didn't pay attention. But a few days later, your grandmother passed away."

"I understand, thank you, Auntie. I have to go now, take care."

"Feifei, won't you stay a little longer?" The woman was reluctant to part with Feige and held her hand.

"No, Auntie, I have to go now. Take care."

Feige broke free from the woman's hand and disappeared on the spot.

The woman rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that Feige was gone, she cried again.

"What a good child! This man is a beast."

The woman stood in the yard for a long time before going back inside as dawn approached.