A Different Life as a Demon

It's time for dinner again. Zhang Xiaohong finished work early today. Because there was no rice at home, she went to the rice shop on the street to buy rice.

Wang Chong began to boil water and prepared to boil straw.

About these straw, Zhang Xiaohong didn't support eating. In her opinion, this is really straw, and it will not digest and cause stomach trouble after eating.

However, she couldn't resist Wang Zhong, and finally reluctantly agreed. She thought that if her son could not swallow the taste of straw, he would definitely not eat it.

Wang Zhong quickly cooked the straw head, which tasted very fragrant. There were several earthworms that had been squeezed to dry the soil. Because the earthworms were full of soil in their bodies, they had to squeeze the soil clean before eating. The taste was worse than insects, but the nutrition was very good, and this kind of thing was easy to digest.

Looking at his masterpiece, Wang Zhong couldn't help feeling that it was like dark cooking.

At this time, the door opened and Zhang Xiaohong came in with a smile: "son, we're lucky."

"What's the matter, mother?"

"The owner of the rice shop gave us two kilograms more rice."

Wang Zhong opened the rice and saw that there were several rice worms in it. They smelled stale. At first glance, it was chenmi. It was estimated that it was hard to sell rice in the store, so it was sold cheaply.

"Although the rice has been put for a long time, it has not gone mouldy." Zhang Xiaohong said with a smile, "guess what I bought for you?"

Wang smelled it again and said in surprise, "it's the taste of chicken legs."

"My son is still good. I brought you a chicken leg."

Zhang Xiaohong magically took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from behind, opened the oil paper, and the smell of chicken legs cut in vain suddenly flew out.

It's really fragrant.

Wang Zhong still remembered that the last time he ate meat, it was the first seven days of aunt sun's death. Zhang Xiaohong helped with the funeral that day. Uncle Ma Wu kept them for a meal. There was a bowl of braised meat on the table. He and Zhang Xiaohong ate several pieces.

Originally, when Aunt sun was not dead, they could eat some meat every three to five times, because her son-in-law raised pigs and sold pork, and the most important thing in the family was pork. Not to mention fish. Uncle Ma Wu often goes down the river to fish. After touching the fish, aunt sun will take the crucian carp and give it to Zhang Xiaohong, saying to replenish Wang Xiaoyu's body.

Now aunt sun is dead, and uncle Ma Wu also lives with his daughter. The mother and son have no one to help, and Wang Chong has forgotten the taste of meat.

"Mom, we don't have much money. How did you buy chicken legs?" Wang Zhong looked up and asked.

"I found a job in a pub on the street to help wash the dishes in the kitchen. They promised me fifteen Wen a month. Although the money was not much, they promised me that I could bring back the leftover meals for the guests, and we could eat enough later."

With that, Zhang Xiaohong opened the chicken leg, "eat it. This is from the landlady. She's nice."

"Mom, you work so hard, you eat." Wang Chong shook his head. "I've cooked the straw. It's very fragrant."

Zhang Xiaohong was surprised when she saw it. Isn't this kind of grass? I didn't expect it to be very fragrant when cooked.

She took chopsticks and tried to eat. She was stunned. The entrance was very tender. It tasted better than green vegetables, and there was no astringent feeling like other weeds.

Why does this child seem to know so much?

Zhang Xiaohong glanced at Wang Zhong in surprise and felt that her son was young, but he was really sensible. In retrospect, from childhood to adulthood, she seemed to never worry about her. She understood many things without teaching herself.

Perhaps, this is the child of the poor who should be in charge of the family early. Zhang Xiaohong thought secretly.

"Bang!"

At this time, the door was suddenly kicked open, and Wang Dayong was thrown in like a dead dog. There were three big men standing outside the door. The first man had a big mole on his forehead. When he came in, he stared at Wang Chong and Zhang Xiaohong: "Dayong, is this your son?"

"Yes, master Zhuo, take him away. I... I'll find a way to pay you the rest of the money." Wang Dayong, his face covered with blood, curled up and walked hard.

"Hum, although I'm a little thinner, I look smart. OK, I'll take your son and work in my house!" Master Zhuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Wait, what do you want?" Zhang Xiaohong said in front of Wang Zhong.

"Your husband lost a lot of money in my gambling house and asked me to borrow 50 liang of silver."

"Five... Fifty Liang..." Zhang Xiaohong's face turned white. She couldn't earn so much silver in her life. She immediately glared at Wang Dayong: "where did you get so much silver?"

"Borrowed it." Master Zhuo took out a piece of paper. "It's written in black and white. He owes me fifty Liang. There are his finger prints on it. Can't I Zhuo Fu cheat you? Now your husband doesn't pay for it. At the right time, he said that a son can arrive. I just need some slaves to work there. Take your son with me."

"No, this is my son. You can't take him away. He lost the bet and let him pay it back."

"Pa!"

Just after Zhang Xiaohong finished speaking, Wang Dayong stood up and slapped him. "What's your woman's mouth when a man does things? I must be so unlucky because of you. Well, as soon as I come back, there's nothing to eat at home. I'm not at home, and I eat chicken legs!"

Wang Dayong picked up the chicken leg on the table and chewed it up. He said, "master Zhuo, take this child away and he will work for you. You're welcome. He can do anything."

Wang Zhong glared at Wang Dayong angrily, thought for a while, and hurriedly shouted, "I'm sick. Take me with you. I'm afraid I can't work and I'll infect you."

"Hey, hey, little boy can cheat in such a primary school. Take him away!"

Zhuo Fu didn't believe the words of a few-year-old child. With an order, two strong men rushed up behind him. Zhang Xiaohong wanted to stop him, but Wang Dayong rushed up with an arrow and beat Zhang Xiaohong severely.

"Don't catch me, don't catch me..."

Wang Chong struggled to get rid of it, but as a child, he was not as strong as these adults, and was soon caught and taken out.

"Don't be afraid, little boy. You can go to my house and have delicious food. You are responsible for burning firewood and washing clothes for my restaurant every day. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Zhuo Fu sneered, "if you don't know each other again, I won't be polite."

With that, he took out a bamboo board and said viciously, "don't force me to smoke you."

Wang Zhong's heart was cold, and he stopped moving decisively: "I'm not good at being obedient."

"Hey, hey, pretty smart." Zhuo Fu smiled.