Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 107 The group pets her with a little sweet baby 2
In a panic, Xia Ling closed her eyes and tried hard to recall the plot.

But there are very few plots related to the original owner in memory, except for the introduction of important characters, there is no introduction of her cannon fodder, only a short plot.

The original owner was from Quanyang Village. His parents died of illness, and his mother was once a famous lady. Before she died, she taught the hostess how to make incense, and the hostess made a living by selling incense powder.

Seven years ago, my mother became seriously ill.

When she went to the street to ask for medicine, she was kidnapped and fed a mouthful of soup. When she passed out and woke up again, she had a bag of money in her hand.

She took the money to buy medicine for her mother, but her mother died anyway.

Within a few months of coming back, my belly grew inexplicably, and even the father gave birth to a child without knowing who it was.

This child is called Xiao Baozi. He is six years old and suddenly stopped talking a year ago.

The original owner lied and said that the child was picked up by himself, but he didn't expect that the little bun accidentally burned his hand when he played with the stove that day. The original owner said how painful it was when she gave birth to the little bun. How difficult it was, but Aunt Huzi next door heard it clearly.

This moment caused an uproar in the village.

The mother and son were caught and soaked in pig cages.

This plot should be that when the heroine Zhong Linlin came to Quanyang Mountain to hunt with his big brother and male protagonist Jiang Qinghan, they passed the scene of soaking pig cages, Zhong Linlin fought the whole village with tongues, and finally saved the little bun. .

It was also the moment when the male protagonist Jiang Qinghan subverted the impression of Zhong Linlin, a tsundere lady who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

As for the original owner, he died during Zhong Lin's fierce battle with the whole village.

When a man dies, his son also belongs to someone else.

In the end, this good son became an assist for others.

Xia Ling glanced at his son who seemed to be quietly absent, stretched out his hand and squeezed the little bun's fleshy face, "Don't be afraid, mother will save you. With mother here, you can't die."

After finishing speaking, several people lifted the cage that held the mother and child, and walked towards the water.

The villagers nearby became more and more emotional and shouted one after another: "Drown them! Drown them!"

She began to stretch out her hand to pull the bamboo stick, and bit her teeth if she couldn't pull it. The bamboo stick was sharp, and her fingers were bleeding, and she couldn't pull it apart. Xia Ling became more and more irritable, and shouted outside the cage: "Shut up, everyone! One by one, they are talking with propriety, righteousness and shame! If you want to abide by some bullshit dogma, do you have to kill others?!"

The elderly village head stood out from the crowd leaning on a walking stick, his short triangular eyes revealed a fierce light, "Then who do you say is the father of your child! Shameless! How dare you argue?! You let our whole village shame!"

Xia Ling picked the bamboo sticks with both hands, stared at the village chief and cursed, "I have shamed you? I have a child is my own business, and you have a fart relationship! My life is not given by you, you Why are you qualified to decide life and death for me?! Which of our laws forbids a woman to have a child without a husband?! You say it!"

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly laughed happily like crazy, "You want to talk about morality with me, and I'll talk to you today! You old bastard, knock on my door in the middle of the night! You insist on entering my house to help I am warming the bed, shamelessly telling me about morality and shame, you deserve it too?! And your son and the widow in the village, who doesn’t know about those things? Your old woman drills into Daniel’s arms every day! Your family is the worst It’s time to soak the pig cage! It’s just right, our mother and I will be lonely when we go down, so come and accompany us with your immortal family!”

There were two widows in the village. When they heard Xia Ling say this, they hated each other.

"Just say she's not a good thing! I've seen it for a long time!"

"You are not a good person. You are flirting with the village chief's son all day long. Who do you think is blind!"

"Say one more word! I tore your mouth!"

"Everyone, put this widow in a pig cage!"

Daniu's daughter-in-law cried and threw herself on Daniel, raised her hand fiercely and slapped Daniel's face: "You also want the old woman from the village head's house! I said why did you take it from the village head's house last time?" The wine and the meat are back! The old woman gave you the co-author! You want to be ashamed or not!"

The old woman of the village head's family cried and tore at the village head's clothes, "You are so old! You knocked on other people's doors behind my back! You are so shameless! Your son and daughter are so old! My whole life I won't have a day of peace with you!"

The two widows started tearing apart as they talked, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

The village chief's face turned green in an instant, he smashed the ground with his crutch tremblingly, and directed the man who carried the pig cage, "Nonsense! Nonsense! What are you waiting for?! Hurry up and soak them!"

The sound of horse hooves was heard not far away.

Xia Ling stretched her neck hard, looked into the distance, and only saw a group of people in fine clothes coming from the foot of the mountain on horseback.

At a glance, she saw Zhong Linlin, who was wearing a red dress and a double-ringed bun, sitting on a horse, chatting with Jiang Qinghan, who was wearing a blue cloud satin robe and a white jade hair crown, with a smile on his face.

In a blink of an eye, a group of people came a few steps behind the chaotic villagers, stopped and watched.

Zhong Linlin has a small bun face, round face with a bit of baby fat, thin eyebrows and round eyes with a touch of peach-colored powder, which adds a bit of youthful beauty to her slightly green eyebrows and eyes. Beautiful, a small cherry-sized beak is coated with translucent lipstick, the lips are crystal clear, and the neat white teeth are slightly exposed when opening and closing. The double-ringed bun is tied with a bell as big as a bean, which sways with each line from time to time. Makes a crisp sound.

Jiang Qinghan beside him has icy muscles and bones, his eyes are lighter than the black pupils, like ink dripping into clear water, his eyes are distant and indifferent, his thin lips are tightly closed under the bridge of his tall nose, and his face is like his name , showing frost and snow.The long black hair was tied up like a ponytail, and the hair on both sides of the temples was blown by the wind without any mess.

It's a good match.

Xia Ling thought, his face looks a little coquettish, if he likes a pure and cute type, and his appearance is not dominant, then he has to work harder!
Hearing the village head's order, several people carried the pig cage and walked into the water again.

They were half asleep, and the corners of their skirts hanging from the gaps in the bamboo strips were already soaked in water.

The child next to him seemed unresponsive, and stared blankly at the villagers waving torches in the distance.

Xia Ling reached out and hugged Xiao Baozi tightly in his arms, "This child can't choose his own birth. If he could, he might not choose a poor and white mother like me. What's wrong with him? You have children in every family, and you can't choose your own birth. There are mothers, how can they watch a child being killed?"

The people who carried their mother and child continued to go down, and Xia Ling's lower body had already been immersed in the lake.

"Come here, come to mother." She hugged the already wet little bun to her chest, supported the child with her hands, and looked desperately at the crowd that was getting farther and farther away from her.

(End of this chapter)