It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

The empty car ran fast and arrived at the village in about an hour.

Weng Xiaoxiao didn't expect that renting a house in the city would be so smooth. Her family's things had not been packed yet, so she could only tell the driver, Old Huang, the truth and ask him to wait a little longer.

After entering the door, he saw the jujube tree, turned around to look at the driver, and tried to negotiate, "Uncle, could you please pick the jujubes? I'll give you some later."

This was not a difficult task, and the driver, Lao Huang, readily agreed to it. He found a long wooden stick, knocked and hit the brittle bones, and then whipped the remaining ones off with a whip.

Weng Xiaoxiao hurried into the house to pack her clothes. There was no need for Mrs. Weng to persuade her anymore, as she coaxed and tricked her into putting on her clothes.

There was a big bag of clothes and a big bag of bedding, and that was all there was in the room.

All the pots, pans, and utensils in the kitchen had to be taken with them, and whatever was left of the food and vegetables that could be taken away was put into the backpack.

After moving the luggage, Weng Xiaoxiao found two rag bags and picked up the dates on the ground. The yard was bought by her scumbag father, so she naturally had to take the dates away, which were good things.

They helped Mrs. Weng into the car, let her sit on a bag of clothes, leaning against the quilt, and wrapped a cotton jacket around her head. After everything was arranged, Weng Xiaoxiao sat down next to Mrs. Weng.

I wanted to burn down the house so that my scumbag father wouldn't know whether they were dead or alive, but the weather was dry and it would be a sin if I implicated the neighbors.

Weng Xiaoxiao wanted to take revenge on her scumbag father, but she never thought of going on a killing spree. She had never done anything frowning in her life, but she couldn't just close her eyes, grit her teeth, or stomp her feet and do something cruel.

Although this is a world in books, the people she comes into contact with are real people with flesh and blood, which is no different from the real world.

......

The donkey cart slowed down as it was carrying two people and a bunch of stuff. It was not until it was completely dark that the mother and daughter arrived at Xiushui Hutong.

Weng Xiaoxiao got off the bus, paid the fare, gave the driver half a bag of dates, and thanked him.

The driver did not refuse, accepted the things, and helped to move the luggage into the yard. Weng Xiaoxiao helped Weng into the west wing they rented.

First, he helped Weng sit up against the bed, then ran to get the blankets and spread them on the bed. After the bumpy ride, Weng looked pale and was so weak that she was close to coma. She needed to lie down and rest immediately. After covering Weng with the blanket, Weng Xiaoxiao went out to move things.

"Are you the new tenant?" a girl asked crisply.

"Yes." Weng Xiaoxiao smiled.

"Anything else? I'll help you move it."

"Thank you, that's just these two. I can do it myself." It's the first time we meet, so it's not good to ask for help for nothing.

The backpack was heavy with many things, so Weng Xiaoxiao could only come back one trip at a time. The girl didn't say anything, but picked up the bag and followed her. Weng Xiaoxiao put down the things, took the bag and thanked her.

The girl saw a person lying on the bed and asked softly, "Is there a patient at home?"

"My mother is not in good health."

Xiao Cui stopped talking, nodded to Weng Xiaoxiao, slowed down her pace, and went back to her room.

Weng Xiaoxiao ran back and forth three times before she got everything into the house. But she couldn't rest yet, she had to give Weng something hot to eat, even if it was just a drink of hot water.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. Weng Xiaoxiao filled a bowl with dates and knocked on the door of the main house.

It was Miss Xiao Cui who opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I want to borrow my sister's stove to cook something for my mother. It's nothing fancy, just some freshly picked dates, please try some."

"Just use it, no need to be so polite." A woman in her thirties came out, wearing a corset and looking capable and spirited!

"Hello, auntie." Weng Xiaoxiao stepped back and saluted.

"Just call me Aunt Chen. You're not familiar with the kitchen yet, so I'll go cook. Xiao Cui, go back and finish your meal."

It is obvious that the mother is protecting her daughter, after all, she is wearing men's clothes.

Weng Xiaoxiao only asked Aunt Chen to take her to the kitchen, added water to the pot and lit the fire, then thanked Aunt Chen and asked her to go back, as it would not be appropriate to ask someone to cook for her.

After the thick rice porridge was cooked, he served two bowls and returned to his room in the dark.

Mrs. Weng was feeling unwell and had been in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. She opened her eyes when she heard her daughter calling her and looked around in the dim light.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, Mrs. Weng said she couldn't eat anymore, so Weng Xiaoxiao had to coax her and feed her a few more mouthfuls of rice soup before she gave up.

After a busy day, Weng Xiaoxiao was already very hungry. She ate a piece of bread and gulped down a large bowl of soup quickly.

"Mom, let's go see the doctor tomorrow. You'll feel better after taking the medicine. Are you still cold?"

"I've eaten something and I'm not cold anymore. Xiaoxiao, don't spend money recklessly. Mommy just needs to take a rest. You can't touch that money."

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly, "Mom, if anything happens to you, who will arrange a marriage for me? Even a dowry will be useless, so don't think too much about it for now."

"Your father will not ignore you." Mrs. Weng said slowly.

Weng Xiaoxiao was silent, not wanting to say another word. It would have been fine if her scumbag father didn't care about her, but he sold her to an old widower. It would take a very dark heart to do such a cruel thing. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs.

After serving Mrs. Weng and settling her down, Weng Xiaoxiao also went to bed as she was really tired.

At this time, the heroine is still studying in the Imperial College, and the hero is teaching honestly and has not rebelled yet. There are at least three or four years of peace.

Three or four years is enough time for Weng Xiaoxiao to gain a foothold.

......

Weng Xiaoxiao was sleeping soundly. When she heard some noise outside, she jumped up.

In the yard, a family of four in the main house were practicing martial arts, father and son fighting each other, mother and daughter fighting each other.

Uncle Chen is tall and strong, with bright eyes. He is obviously a martial artist. His son should be about sixteen or seventeen years old, and is only slightly shorter than Uncle Chen.

Both mother and daughter were wearing red training suits, their movements were clean and neat, and they looked heroic.

Weng Xiaoxiao was very jealous watching from the side. If she could learn some Kung Fu, let alone fighting with others, at least she could protect herself if something happened. Her scumbag father had followers around him.

Qinggong must be learned! No matter how hard it is, you must have the ability to escape and save your life.

But where can I learn it?

Take your time, if you have the will, there is a chance.

The scholar from the east wing opposite also opened the door and came out. He was in his twenties, with ordinary features, and was wearing a grey gown. He was holding a book and began to read in the corner, oblivious to the people around him and unaware of the disturbance.

Weng Xiaoxiao went to fetch a bucket of water, washed herself first, and then found a rag to wipe the tables, chairs and benches. When she came out with the water, they had already finished their practice.

"Weng Xiao, we all eat breakfast together, do you want to join us?" Aunt Chen called her.

Weng Xiaoxiao hurried over and asked with a smile, "Aunt Chen, how can we contribute? It's such a good thing, of course I'm willing to do it."