The reborn little milk bag, the Taoist ancestor of the immortal world comes to farm

Chapter 1 01: Became a little milk bag

It is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the weather is cold at the end of the year.

Snow abuse wind gluttonous.

The north wind blowing from the south flows straight down from the north without being blocked by the mountains.

One night passed, and the eaves of every house were covered with snow.

The early morning wind was biting and the whole village was surrounded by the cold north wind.

Datong Village, Yunyan County, located in the southern Guangzhou Province, is still in a dilemma of hunger and poverty.

At dawn, many chickens in the village began to crow, and rows of adobe houses stretched along the ridge.

Early in the morning, only a few houses had white smoke rising from their chimneys.

The old Su family under an old locust tree.

A family of eighteen people are all crowded into three mud houses.

Wang Fenghua, the old lady of the Su family, got up when the rooster crowed.

He walked to the kitchen with his little feet.

The power was not yet turned on, so I had to go into the kitchen in the dark. At seven in the morning, the sky was still dark and the light was not bright.

Mrs. Su counted the rice cans and reached into them with a rice washing bowl. She found that they were indeed empty and she couldn't find any brown rice.

Suddenly, Mrs. Su's face dropped, and she turned around and left the house.

He stood in the courtyard with his arms akimbo and roared loudly, "Whether you want to sleep in or not, just wake up!"

The old lady's angry roar woke up everyone in the Su family who was still sleeping.

The men, women and children of the Su family had no time to put on their clothes, so they had to put on their coats and run out.

"Mom, what's wrong? This morning." Su Dazhu yawned and ran out of the house.

When I heard the old lady yelling just now, I thought something happened at home. Everyone in the house ran out without even having time to put on their clothes.

"Which of you entered the kitchen yesterday?"

"I was going to wash rice for cooking just now, but there wasn't a single grain of rice left in the rice vat. Is it in your room? Did you secretly dump rice in the middle of the night last night?" The old lady squinted her eyes and looked at the people present.

During the lean years, their family's rice was brought by the third daughter-in-law's natal family to support her and her children. If the third daughter-in-law hadn't given birth to a baby, they would have had to eat tree bark.

"Mom, where is this? Why are we going to the kitchen to steal rice?"

"Everyone's life is not easy now. We all know how precious food is. How could we steal our own food?"

"Hmph, this rat den in our house might have been given back to her parents' family." The old lady snorted coldly.

"This guy who was stabbed a thousand times and stole all the rations for the third daughter-in-law during her confinement period is still not a human being." Mrs. Su wailed and began to mourn.

When Su Guohuai heard his wife's words, his old face suddenly sank. He looked at the people around him, and there was one person missing.

"Where's that brat Su Sanzhu?"

Several people looked at me and I looked at you, shaking their heads.

"Mom, I don't know."

"Mom, it couldn't be that evil beast like the third child!" Xie Lianhua, the eldest daughter-in-law, said this and then covered her mouth.

"Old woman, go to the third daughter-in-law's room and see if that person is there." Su Guohuai already had a suspicion in his mind.

Tong Xiaying was in the room listening to the noise outside, "Mom, what's wrong?"

The old lady opened the curtain, pushed the door open and walked in, "Where is the third child?"

"I didn't see him last night. Mom, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Su gritted her teeth, "Who else could it be? It's this murderer who stole all your and your child's food rations."

"Old man, there's no need to guess, it's the third child. Xia Ying said that the third child was not in the house last night."

After everyone heard this, their faces were particularly ugly.

Green and white.

Mrs. Su beat her chest and shouted, "This thousand-year scourge, why did I give birth to such a thing that is not a thing?"

"My daughter-in-law didn't care about her just after giving birth and stole all the food from the couple. How come this person who was cut to pieces didn't die outside?"

The third son of the Su family, Su Sanzhu, is uneducated and has no skills. He is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. Some time ago, he stole all the old lady's savings.

Damn it! "The traitor, the traitor! There will be no place for him in this family in the future. If he dares to come back, break his legs and throw him out." Old Man Su's eyes were sharp, like a wolf in the dark.

The old lady was so angry that she was shaking all over. All the food in the house was lost to this traitor, and the slightly valuable things were also confiscated by people from the gambling shop a few days ago.

Listening to the movement outside the hospital, Tong Xiaying lowered her head, her eyes were downcast, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

She had just given birth and was not in good condition. She still had bruises on her arms, wrists and forehead.

These were all beaten by Su Sanzhu while he was drunk. Men who had drunk like to be violent. As long as she dared to resist, she would only get more brutal violence from the man.

Even though the Su family took care of her, the scars on her body were always healed and new ones added.

Su Sanzhu was as arrogant as a crazy ox, biting everyone he saw without any regard for family ties.

The entire Su family was living such a hard life, and everyone tightened their belts, and they couldn't do without his "contribution."

As long as Su Sanzhu is around, the whole family will be restless.

In fact, she would be free as long as she left the Su family, but she couldn't let go of her four daughters.

If she left, the four daughters might be sold somewhere by Su Sanzhu. As long as she was here, Su Sanzhu would at least not mess around.

Even if she dies, she still has to protect her four daughters.

Mrs. Su cried for a long time. When she thought of her third daughter-in-law, she couldn't help but hate Su Sanzhu in her heart. She really regretted not soaking him in a urine bucket when he was born.

It would be nice if I could die outside as early as possible, but bad people live longer.

There are many children in the Su family. They all hid in the house when they heard the commotion just now, not daring to make any noise.

The old lady is getting angry right now.

Chen Juhua, who had been silent, walked to the old lady and said, "Mom, my brother and sister are still in confinement, so we can't cut off the food supply.

I thought I would go back to my parents' house and borrow some food. "

Xie Lianhua stood nearby and nodded, "That's it, Mom. We don't have much money at the moment. Maybe we can only borrow a few kilograms of food."

Mrs. Su looked at her two daughters-in-law with tears in her eyes, "It's not easy for everyone these days. If you go back to your natal family to borrow food, it will be difficult for your natal family as well."

When she said this, the old lady felt guilty in her heart. If it weren't for the third child, why would the eldest son and the second daughter-in-law still have to go back to their parents' house to borrow food.

It has been dragging them down. If I had known, I should have separated earlier.

"Mom, don't say that. We are all one family. Although the third brother is a bastard, the third brother and sister are good." After saying that, the two sisters went back to their parents' house to borrow food.

Here, Tong Xiaying sobbed softly, and the sleeping baby beside her suddenly opened her eyes.

His eyes were not as dull as those of ordinary babies, and he looked around with stern eyes.

As Su Yelin, the Taoist ancestor of Fairy Dust Mountain, at this moment, she knew that she had fallen.

But why she was still alive and still in a baby's body puzzled her.

While she was in seclusion, the two worlds of demons and demons joined forces and invaded Fairy Dust Mountain.

Fairy Dust Mountain was lost, and the Demon Emperor approached Wangxian Mountain. When facing the peak, the Demon King took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

One on two, she was directly shot through the heart by an arrow and died on Wangxian Mountain.

"Master, master, it's me."

"Artifact?"

"Hehe, Master, I saved you. I hid a ray of your consciousness and tore the cracks in time and space. But because I consumed too much spiritual energy, I could only throw you into this mortal body." Qi Ling said softly.

"That's all, everything is fate. Since it can't be changed, let it be."

Everything has its own laws of operation, and there is no need for them to violate them. Immortal cultivators must maintain the order of natural operation.

Su Hanlin initiated Qi training skills, but the spiritual energy in this world was scarce.

The sound of a woman crying came to her ears, and Su Hanlin looked over.

this woman...

It turns out that what I just heard in my sleep was about this family. It was really...

She was brought back to Fairy Dust Mountain by her master when she was young. The so-called affection between her parents had nothing to do with her.

Those who want to become immortals need to have six pure roots and a pure heart to become an immortal.

(End of this chapter)