HBWnovel Chapter 222 The Poor Little Family in a Reconstituted Family 2
Chapter 222 The Poor Little Family in a Reconstituted Family 2
The original owner left three tasks, one of which was to hope that the tasker would cause chaos and unrest in the Fang family.
Secondly, within the next hundred years, none of the Fang family members will be smart enough to get into a junior college or university.
(Both of the above points include the descendants of the original owner's eldest sister.)
Thirdly, the educated youth Jiaojiao helped her collect the body, and in return, she was to help Jiaojiao treat her eyes. Instead of living a good life, she went to the landlord's son's house, where the eldest sister-in-law was treated like a mother.
How could anyone in this world deliberately seek out hardship when there is none?
The tasker can do whatever they want during the task.
After the original owner became a soul, he suddenly could not understand himself.
How could he be so pathetic? So he didn't want to watch the rest and let the celestial being take him to be reincarnated.
The Fang couple were unaware that their third son in the storage room had been replaced.
The couple went to work, one riding a bike and the other sitting on the back, but the atmosphere wasn't as harmonious as usual.
My face feels uncomfortable for some reason.
When I speak, my lips twitch and hurt; it hurts when I open my eyes; it hurts to even touch it, but when I look in the mirror, there are no injuries.
Put aside the uncomfortable feeling.
Fang Jiefang was the first to speak, voicing the honest man's question.
"Why didn't the third brother get up to cook today? Is he sick? Medicine will cost money."
He clearly knew that the original owner's sleeping room was not warm enough.
But the eldest son has to bring the kids back every day. If we let the youngest son sleep in the room, the eldest son will definitely make a fuss again.
That was really a headache.
Besides, the third child is a child from a family with plenty of firepower, so he is definitely resistant to the cold.
He felt that his family's conditions were much better than others'; they weren't forced to sleep in shacks or on the floor, and there were even bedding in the storage room.
On a small wooden board sat a quilt riddled with holes and still slightly damp to the touch...
The original owner even went out to find a lot of dry grass to lay down in order to fall asleep.
She was able to sleep in this storage room because if she didn't, someone else would "take" it away.
Fan Su-fen's expression turned sour, and she started bringing up the same old topic again.
"We shouldn't have had this child in the first place, Lao Fang, don't you think?"
Fang Jiefang, however, did not think so.
When they get old, it'll be perfect for them to rely on the third son to take care of them.
But how could an honest person have such thoughts?
Honest man Fang Jiefang cleared his throat, gestured for his wife to lean closer, and told her to give their third son some soot from the bottom of the pot when they got home at noon.
I heard that stuff is really good for replenishing fluids.
Years ago in the countryside, there was an uncle in the village who had a head injury, and the wound was covered with soot from the bottom of a pot.
"Don't let anyone else know... it would be terrible if they labeled you as a superstitious person."
Fan Su-fen is out of her mind.
If Lao Fang says it's good, then it must be good.
I got lunch for my son, and I'll give my youngest son some soot from the bottom of the pot to drink. If he doesn't like it, he can eat it as a meal for a few days.
They can spend whatever they want without worrying about the money; the Fang family doesn't feel bad about it.
...
Fang Yuping didn't wake up until noon.
I felt much better after drinking a bowl of this tonic.
The dirty clothes in the basin at home were piled up really high.
I don't know how a working-class family could have so many clothes to change and wash.
Aren't you afraid that washing your clothes too often will make them see-through and rotten?
It seems that the original owner's eldest sister also sent it over overnight, saying that the third brother shouldn't only take care of Fan Konghou.
Oh, the original owner didn't wash it properly back then either.
That was the case, at least before her mother came back to supervise the work.
Sometimes when I'm too lazy to wash the dishes, I just lick them a few times...
If someone soaks a piece of clothing in water and then complains, they randomly smash it to pieces...
Occasionally, she would give her family some mushrooms she didn't recognize, but unfortunately, these were all good mushrooms, and no one in the Fang family went crazy...
When I was looking after my older sister's child, I would take her to watch the neighbors hurling insults at her, and she would do this all day long, which caused the child to start talking about his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Later, Fan Su-fen was in charge of keeping an eye on things.
Only then did the original owner calm down.
I only had the chance to brush my toes with my family's toothbrush before I went to the countryside...
"Ugh, Commander, my Commander, why don't you come out and do a mission?"
Tongzi ruthlessly rejected this intriguing suggestion, instead giving her a spoiler in advance.
"Fan Su-fen is going to give you some soot from the bottom of the pot later..."
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I no longer feel sorry that the original owner was actually a werewolf.
Fang Yuping opened the map and saw that the red dot representing the Fang family members was still quite far away.
The original owner's second brother, Fan Konghou, was not at home. It was estimated that he had gone to the factory to complain to his biological mother and stepfather because he could not find any able-bodied men in the family. It looked like he would eat in the canteen before returning.
So she prepared a small feast for herself.
Accompanying them were Tongzi, Rong Xiaoshu, and Xiaoyi.
The tube still uses the appearance of a long-haired rat.
The little banyan tree is 1.2 meters tall, so it seems it plans to eat standing up.
Xiao Yi... Xiao Yi looked to the left and then to the right.
He sculpted his face from a mosaic to resemble a human.
The atmosphere had built up to this point, but suddenly it couldn't be emotionally charged anymore.
Fang Yuping raised his milk tea and drank three cups as punishment, then began to eat the delicious and nutritious meal that Rong Xiaoshu had prepared for this body.
The three friends were peeling lobsters, one peeling lobsters and the other eating blood tofu.
Finally, there was the gray-haired little mouse, who was munching on a bucket of fruit and a bucket of nuts.
Whether you're hungry or not is not important.
The important thing is to enjoy the experience.
After everyone finished preparing the meal and used talismans to remove the odor, Fan Konghou finally went home carrying a paper packet of soot from the bottom of the pot.
He sneaked into the courtyard without responding to his neighbors' greetings.
This behavior has certainly piqued everyone's curiosity.
Some busybodies secretly squatted outside the Fang family's window, wanting to see what Fan Konghou was up to, lest he enjoy the benefits while his neighbors suffered.
Fan Konghou pushed open the door to his parents' bedroom and planned to put away the soot from the bottom of the pot.
He probably planned to personally mix the soot from the bottom of the pot for his younger sister that evening.
Fortunately, his own sister didn't intend to let him off the hook either.
He squatted back down in the storage room.
After setting up the array plate and living space in the storage room, someone started to stir things up.
Fang Yuping lightly tapped his finger in front of him, and a small white paper figure floated in mid-air, with Fan Konghou's name written on it.
It turns out that she learned witchcraft in the previous small world.
This is where it comes in handy.
The gloomy paper cutouts have been improved into white chibi-style figures, which no longer give people the creeps.
Suppress the slight embarrassment in my heart.
Fang Yuping spoke to Little Q.
"Go out into the yard and eat the dust, then take off your shirt so the older women can see for themselves that you're not just a boiled chicken, because you're even worse than a boiled chicken."
The words had barely left the storage room.
Fan Konghou then moved. For some reason, he felt an urge to lick the packet of soot in his hand.
Heart is worse than action.
Those watching from outside the window sensed something was wrong.
This... Old Fan's kid's expression is weird... Hmm...
The busybody number two pushed number one aside and just happened to see Fan Konghou pour something into a bowl.
It looks like some kind of powder.
Could it be baby formula? Did he secretly eat it because he didn't want to give it to his sister?
When the third person in line was reached, Fan Konghou left home with a bowl in his hand.
The person who was spying hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
He planned to argue that he was just passing by.
Unexpectedly, Fan Konghou, without looking to the side, walked to the crowded part of the courtyard, grabbed a handful of food from the bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth.
A little baby nearby started crying.
I was tempted.
This is because they are too young to tell whether someone is eating food or eating excrement.
Another elderly woman with intermittent hearing loss couldn't sit still either.
The old lady is getting on in years; I don't know if she's truly deaf, but her eyesight is definitely failing.
She walked up to Fan Konghou, leaning on her cane.
He needs to be educated on respecting the elderly and subjected to moral coercion.