The wicked female cannon fodder has arrived home

"Song Gousheng, you piece of shit, if you dare to say that again, I'll beat you to death."

Song Xiaoniao, who was wearing makeup and had her eyebrows and eyes drawn, was so angry that she picked up her flowery skirt and chased after Song Gousheng to beat him up.

Song Gousheng ran away in a flash. Song Xiaoniao failed to succeed. He was so tired that he stood on the curb with his hands on his hips, panting, and wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeves.

The rouge on the cheeks, the fiery lipstick on the lips, and the stone black on the eyebrows were all instantly smudged on the sweaty little face, turning it directly into a large black and red clown face that was so eerie that it was unrecognizable.

Song Hao, who was following slowly from behind, looked at Song Xiaoniao's clown face and couldn't help grinning out loud.

Seeing Song Hao following her and making fun of her, Song Xiaoniao glared at Song Hao unhappily.

"You're laughing your ass off!"

"These rouge and powder are so expensive. You want to paint but you don't even have them yet. Why are you laughing at me?"

Song Hao bared his teeth, looking disgusted.

"I don't want to be painted like you."

"What a jerk! I'm going to tear your shit-spouting mouth apart."

Song Xiaoniao was so angry that he blew his nose and glared, and was about to pounce on him.

Song Yuan, who was holding Song Hao's arm, pulled out a small handkerchief and handed it to Song Xiaoniao.

"Okay, little bird, stop messing around and wipe it off. Your makeup is all smudged."

"When you're done, wash it and return it to me. This is the only handkerchief I have."

"What? My face is stained?"

Song Xiaoniao screamed and covered her face, then she grabbed Song Yuan's handkerchief and rubbed her face.

In order to avoid a fight between the two, Song Yuan blinked and changed the subject.

"Song Hao, my mother said your pigs gave birth."

Song Hao's little face with curved eyebrows was smiling so hard that her teeth were visible.

"My pigs have given birth to ten piglets. This year they gave birth to a lot more piglets."

"Mother said that we should keep one pig and slaughter it for our family to eat during the Chinese New Year. I want to fatten the pig so that we can eat the fat meat!"

Song Xiaoniao sneered.

"Humph, what's so great about eating big fat meat? My family can eat big fat meat every Chinese New Year."

Song Gousheng ran back again.

"What's so great about eating big fat meat during the Chinese New Year? There are two rich women in Xiaohe Village who eat meat every day. If you have the ability, you can all become rich women."

Song Xiaoniao's eyes lit up immediately, and he took advantage of Song Gousheng's words to tease Song Hao and save his face.

"Hey, Song Hao, shouldn't that rich woman be your grandmother? My mother said your family doesn't have that kind of luck and can't afford it."

Song Hao spat, and his little mouth chattered like a firecracker.

"Bah, my great grandfather passed away last year, what are you talking about?"

"Song Xiaoniao, you sincerely don't say anything good about my family."

"You can't afford to have that rich woman in your house. Isn't the Liu Village guy who ran up to claim to be your father last year your real uncle? Didn't your uncle's legs get broken?"

Song Xiaoniao's face suddenly turned dark, and he looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"That rich woman was so vicious that she actually broke my uncle's leg. My uncle doesn't want such a vicious and sinister woman."

Song Hao rolled his eyes and sneered.

"I think your family just can't afford it."

Song Xiaoniao was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, but he couldn't beat Song Hao!

Song Gousheng laughed loudly as he listened.

"Yes, it's your own uncle, that Liu Shoucai. It's so funny. He's going to be a rich woman's father? He licks that big bitch's face and tells everyone that the rich woman is his daughter. Her legs were broken and her balls were smashed. Why isn't he shouting now?"

Song Xiaoniao was so angry that he directed his rage at Song Gousheng. He raised the basket in his hand and threw it at Song Gousheng.

Song Gousheng was hit directly. Seeing Song Xiaoniao holding a sickle to chop him, he jumped forward in fear.

"Song Xiaoniao, let me tell you, if you lay hands on me, you'll be a shrew when you get married."

"I kept yelling at you in the village that you were a bitch. I scolded you and made you look so ugly..."

This is the perfect time to collect grass for pigs in the fields in April.

Pigs are the least picky eaters, so collecting grass for them is not a difficult task.

All kinds of wild grasses and vegetables in the fields are pig grass. They grow vigorously. The green grass that covers the stalks in the fields can be picked up in handfuls by the roadside.

The fresh green grass and wild vegetables can easily fill up the basket.

Song Xiaoniao was so busy picking wild flowers that he forgot about his business. When he was about to go home, he saw an empty basket. He thought that he would be scolded when he got home, so he filled the bamboo basket with rhubarb leaves and wild wormwood heads, and then went home with the small team of people picking pig grass at dinner time.

Song Xiaoniao was beaten when he returned home.

Although pigs can eat wild wormwood, they don't like it very much.

Although rhubarb leaves have high nutritional value and a crisp taste, they are somewhat toxic and should not be fed in excess.

Everyone who raises pigs knows this.

Originally, Song Xiaoniao didn't deserve to be beaten for collecting grass for the pigs.

As long as the pigs eat less and control the amount, it’s no big deal.

But my cousin Song Xiaoying pretended to be weak while talking too much and exaggerating.

"Sister, if a pregnant sow eats this rhubarb leaf, she will have a miscarriage. Even if she gives birth to a pig, the pig will be deformed."

"What if the pigs miscarry and there are no piglets to raise? How can we sell them to earn money and eat next year? If you do this, we won't have any pigs to sell in the winter. We won't be able to make money, support the family, or make ends meet. Won't that make it difficult for my uncle and aunt?"

She got angry when she heard Song Xiaoying speak.

"You keep your mouth open and keep talking. If you have the guts, why don't you go and collect grass for the pigs yourself?"

Song Xiaoying is the kind of person who just sits back and enjoys the fruits of others' labor. How could she possibly go and collect grass for the pigs herself?

If she wants to eat and drink well, all she has to do is move her mouth and her brain.

Song Xiaoying looked so sad that she was about to cry.

"I thought so too. It's just that I have a weak body and no ability. It's my fault..."

When Song Tiesheng heard his daughter Song Xiaoniao's bad tone, and then saw the immediate blush at the corners of Song Xiaoying's eyes, he felt distressed and protected her.

"Little bird, how can you talk like that? Little Warbler, this is all for the good of the family."

Song Xiaoniao roared angrily.

"For the sake of our family, if you want to make sure our family can afford to eat and make ends meet, why don't you go and work? Who can't do that if you just talk?"

"You've made your sister cry, and you still say that."

Xiaoying is weak to begin with, and this sadness will easily hurt her body. I’m afraid she won’t be able to get out of bed again.

Song Tie took off his shoes angrily and slapped Song Xiaoniao twice on the soles of his shoes.

"Can't you just let your sister go? She's already weak, and you're still saying things like that that hurt her."

Song Xiaoniao cried out in grief after being beaten by Song Tiesheng, feeling aggrieved.

Ever since Song Xiaoying came into the family, she has always been beaten.

This was clearly not the case before Song Xiaoying came in.

"Why are you hitting me? I'm here to pick grass for your pigs. Why don't you ask this outsider who's sitting at home eating for free to go pick grass for the pigs?"