Farmhouse vicious stepmother, she is super fierce

Chapter 53 Who Are You?
After dinner, Shen Jiayan just nestled in the room to rest. Firstly, it was a bit late, and secondly, she didn't want to go out. She was afraid that if she ran into an acquaintance before the original owner, she would be in trouble again, so she simply slept in the room. , nourish the spirit.

Early the next morning, Shen Jiayan had a little more money than last time, and went out with a basket on his back, ordered a bowl of chicken soup and rice noodles, and ordered a deep-fried noodle nest, which was so delicious that he couldn't bear it. I can't help feeling sorry for myself, this is life.

After eating and drinking enough, he went to the pharmacy again, and the shopkeeper still had an impression of Shen Jiayan. Seeing that she was carrying two baskets, he hurriedly asked the drug boy to take them off and carry them to the cubicle.

He also came out with a smile and said hello.

Shen Jiayan is a cheerful person, and directly placed the medicinal materials she brought this time on the table. She has always been careful in her work.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but take another look at Shen Jiayan. Before, he only thought that this country woman might know a few medicinal materials and understand a little bit of pharmacology.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's more than just knowing a little bit.

Most of these medicinal materials are products from the nearby mountains. They are old and of good quality, and they have been roughly processed to maintain their medicinal properties. From this point of view, they are family-handed craftsmanship, which should not be underestimated.

It can't be said that behind this country woman is that old expert in picking herbs.

Therefore, his attitude became even more attentive, and he classified the medicinal materials one by one, inspected them, and weighed them. In the end, when they were added together, it was more than seven taels of silver.

The average family in the town spends about half of the year's expenses on the same amount.

The shopkeeper readily paid the money, and also gave Shen Jiayan two medicine packs to repel insects and ward off evil spirits, so that she could pick the medicinal materials in the future and just send them to his house. The price must be the most suitable, and she would never suffer.

Shen Jiayan smiled and agreed, and came out with two backpacks on her back, planning to go shopping in the street and buy some necessities to go back.

The things in the county are naturally cheaper than those in the town, and there are more choices. Since they have all come, Shen Jiayan can't go back empty-handed.

Added some seasonings of various colors, and went to pull some coarse cloth, intending to take it back. I asked the eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhu family next door, Bai, to help me make two clothes for the medicinal herbs collected in the mountains. When the time comes, I will give some eggs, and the food will be used as manual expenses. up.

I bought two more pairs of shoes, these old mountain climbing shoes, the original owner's previous pairs of shoes, I went up the mountain every day for a period of time, and it has long since failed.

The original owner knows how to be a female celebrity, but she can't. Although she has the memory of the original owner, she is impatient to waste time on these things. With this skill, the medicinal materials collected in the mountains are enough to buy a few clothes and a few pairs of shoes.

When I came out, I saw a peddler selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at the street corner, and I could smell the sweetness of the cakes from a distance. Many children were surrounding the hawker, salivating.

If the adults in the family are generous, they will not be able to bear the coquettishness of their children, and buy a few dollars to satisfy their children's greed.

There are also those who don't have ample money, no matter how much their children cry and roll about to eat, they just don't let go.

Those children who bought the cake, some of them were mischievous, deliberately held the cake, ate it with gusto, took a bite, and sighed loudly on purpose, saying something delicious and sweet, so that those who didn't eat The child began to cry more and more.

The adults looked at their children so dishonest and thin-skinned, so they had to pay for a piece.

Those adults who are really in trouble in their pockets, under anger, pick up their own children, regardless of whether they are on the street, first beat them up, and then drag the crying children home.

Whether it was the original owner or herself, Shen Jiayan hadn't eaten a cake for a long time, and she couldn't help but twitch her index finger when she smelled it.

Now that the wallet is full, there is no need to be harsh on yourself.

Walked over, asked for half a catty, and spent three big bucks.

The cake is white and raw, the size of the mouth of the wine cup, sprinkled with a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, and it is still steaming. Take a bite, it is very springy, with the unique sweetness of fermented rice.

For such a size of cake, two or three mouthfuls are enough to finish it off. Shen Jiayan ate it as he walked, and he ate half of it in a short time.

These snacks are usually bought by adults for their own children or the elderly. Few adults eat them by themselves, and they eat them so boldly.

The children around were all dumbfounded, swallowing their saliva one by one, looking at Shen Jiayan with envy and jealousy.

For other girls and daughter-in-laws of this age, they would definitely feel a little embarrassed to be looked at by a bunch of children like this, but Shen Jiayan is very calm, you look at yours, I eat mine.

Not long after walking, turn another corner and you will be on a horse-drawn carriage. If you are lucky, you will be able to hitch a ride if you encounter a carriage that returns to Sifang Town today. Otherwise, you will have to wait until tomorrow morning and spend another night. Accommodation fees.

Before taking two steps, Shen Jiayan stopped and looked intently at the three little ashen beggars in the corner of the alley. Their hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and their clothes were in tatters. His skin was so dirty that his original color could hardly be seen.

The two older ones were holding a smaller one in their arms, shrinking their heads. They slowly poked their heads out from the corner, as if they wanted to look outside.

Facing Shen Jiayan's gaze, both sides were stunned.

Aren't these the three little white-eyed wolves of the Mu family?Didn't they follow the escort team to search for the bones of Mu Pojun in the frontier?Why are you still in the county?And down to this appearance?
Shen Jiayan couldn't believe her eyes for a moment.

The three little beggars were also stunned for a long time, before they came back to their senses, and jumped in front of Shen Jiayan in surprise, "Stepmother—"

Shen Jiayan's first reaction was to take a few steps back, avoiding the three children, and looked at them vigilantly: "Why are you? What's going on? Didn't you go north with the escort team? How did you get into this?"

As soon as these words came out, it opened the valve of tears for the three children.

Mu Yue burst into tears all of a sudden: "Stepmother—"

Mu Tianze's eye circles were also red, and he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Mu Tianrun was the youngest and had been frightened a lot. Now when he saw Shen Jiayan, especially the sweet-scented osmanthus hair cake wrapped in clean dried lotus leaves in her hand, his saliva and tears came out together: "Wow—stepmother, Ah Run Hungry! There are bad people, bullying us—"

It was a time when there were many people on the street. Seeing this scene, some people gathered around and looked at it curiously.

Shen Jiayan frowned, knowing that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, and she didn't want people to watch the excitement, and seeing the three children looking at her eagerly, as if she was the Bodhisattva of the world, she could only say: "Okay, come with me—"

　I’m in a bad mood recently, I can’t lift my spirits when I’m doing anything, and I’m writing a stepmother text, and it’s not easy to be a mother in real life. I have to recite it dozens of times every day. This is my own, so I won’t be called mad!Someday I will be so mad, maybe people will say that I was filial to death by my baby!Being a parent is so hard

　　
　
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