Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Chapter 143

Those jewelry, except for the one left by the original owner's mother, the rest were bought for her by the old Juren. Later, those jewelry were sold by the original owner and replaced by medicinal soup. Unfortunately, the family went bankrupt and did not save the old Juren's life.

Now, what she uses to tie her hair is a smooth peach branch.

"Don't think too much about other things, as long as you work hard and get through this period, what mother can you have?"

Bai Anyi was taken aback, holding two screws in his hand,

"Mother, don't worry, my son will work hard to make money, and when the time comes, I will buy you the most beautiful cloth to make clothes, and the most beautiful hairpin to tie up your hair."

'My old lady is worthy of being an old lady, she actually knows what he is thinking. '

"You have a good idea. My wife likes it very much. I will reward you with a duck egg."

Bai Yunxi blinked at him, raised his hand out of the water, splashed a burst of water, and then revealed a white duck egg in his hand.

"It's my mother's luck, I didn't see any of them."

Bai Anyi wiped the water from his face, his eyes sparkled, took the duck egg from his mother's hand, and wiped it off, "This duck is so strange, why does it like to lay its eggs in the water?"

"This kind of duck is generally called egg-throwing duck. If it is domesticated, it loses eggs like this every day. It will be stewed in the pot sooner or later. In addition to the egg-throwing duck, there are also egg-throwing hens, haha..."

Some people in the village also raise ducks, and they go swimming in the river every morning. Before going out, some careful housewives will grab the ducks and touch their bellies, for fear of laying eggs outside.

Hearing the old lady's hearty laughter, Bai Anyi was also infected, he smiled and bent down to touch the screw seriously.

The two mothers laughed and touched half a basket of screws, four duck eggs, and a handful of perilla leaves before going home together. When they passed a sorghum field, they heard someone talking.

"Master, guess who I saw when I came over from the slope over there just now?"

"Don't be a fool, everyone is busy with the autumn harvest, what's so strange about seeing people?"

"Tch, I'm not talking about workers. I saw the White Widow taking her son to touch the screws in the shallows. Tsk tsk...The life of their family is really hard, and they even started to eat the screws for the chickens and ducks."

"Really? That thing has such a strong earthy smell, how can I swallow it?"

"It's not bad, people, no one has a front and back eyes, and the blessings are determined by God, and they will be gone after enjoying them."

The man said, paused for a while, and couldn't help chuckling again,
"Who would have thought that the high-ranking lady who raised people in the past would also have today. I'm afraid she didn't think of it herself, ha ha..."

Bai Anyi was carrying the basket, his face flushed red with anger, he clenched his fist and wanted to rush over, but Bai Yunxi grabbed his arm in time,
"Do you know who owns this sorghum field?"

Baiyunxi was also very helpless. Whenever something happened to their family, they became the talk of the village, and they would be dragged out for a walk every now and then.

Standing on the hot spot, it is unrealistic to want to suppress it for a while, but it is also tiring to let her pinch her waist and scold and fight one after another.

"It belongs to the Song family. When I went to the field with my second brother in the morning, I saw Song Ming's father and mother standing on the ground. It must be the two of them."

Song Ming's parents are the second wife of the Song family, and Mai Hua's second uncle and aunt.

Bai Anyi gritted his teeth, and looked at the sorghum field with hatred. When he saw the cart on the ground, he took off the wheels of the cart without thinking.

A good cart fell apart in an instant.

Baiyunxi: "..."

This kid is a bit jealous.

(End of this chapter)