After becoming a vicious stepmother, the villain cub is super clingy

Jiang Tang washed the meat, and Mo Jingchun opened the thick door curtain and came in: "Mom, is there anything I can do?"

"Help mother soak a bowl of rice, add water to both pots, light the fire, and take a lantern to your aunt Cui's house to get some pickled vegetables. See if there is any tofu left. Get a piece of tofu!"

Mo Jingchun finished what his mother asked him to do, then went to Aunt Cui's house to get sauerkraut, holding a basin in one hand and a lantern in the other.

The little white ball followed him.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month, but the sky is pitch black because of the snow. Mo Jingchun walks with steady steps, his bright dark eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Mo Jingchun was just a few meters away from Aunt Cui's house when he was suddenly stopped by someone.

The little white ball cried and pounced directly on the other party.

"Brother Chun is me, your Third Uncle, let this thing down quickly!" Mo Sanbao didn't dare to hit the dog that was biting him.

Afraid of angering it.

"Tuanzi, we are one of us, come here!"

Mo Jingchun spoke lightly, and the little white ball jumped off Mo Sanbao.

Mo Sanbao's face turned pale with fright.

Mo Jingchun raised the lantern a little higher: "Uncle San, why aren't you staying at home so late? Are you going to the fields?"

But the winter water has been poured in and there is nothing in the fields. What is Uncle San doing in the fields?

Mo Sanbao thought of his purpose and touched his nose embarrassedly.

When Mo Jingchun saw his third uncle touching his nose, he knew that his third uncle must have something to ask him.

When he was at the Mo family before, he discovered that when his uncle asked for help from others, he would touch his nose embarrassedly.

Maybe even Uncle San himself didn’t realize that he had this habit.

Mo Sanbao pulled Mo Jingchun and stood under the tree trunk, then looked back.

"Brother Chun, Third Uncle wants you to go back and ask your mother if he can also work in your greenhouse. Your mother should pay you the same salary as others. Third Uncle just wants a job!"

Mo Jingchun frowned slightly and thought for a moment: "Uncle San, don't ask me, my mother will definitely not agree!"

Mo Sanbao took a deep breath in disappointment, then squatted on the side of the road, holding his head with his left hands.

"When we were leaving, your aunt said your mother would definitely not agree, but I just wanted to come over and ask her!"

"Brother Chun, did your mother disagree because of your grandparents?"

"Well, my mother finally broke off relations with the Mo family. This greenhouse is not only owned by my family, but also affects whether the whole village can have a good New Year!"

"They didn't like us in the first place. They had caused trouble for us time and again before. Recently, they didn't cause trouble for us because Mo Fusheng passed the examination and they were afraid of losing face!"

"I heard that after Mo Fusheng passed the examination, he got an extra 10 taels of silver as a salary. In the past, his family helped us with work, but now it's all up to you and your family, Uncle San. Everyone in the family must be complaining about each other!"

"If my mother agrees, it will give them the opportunity to cause trouble for her. Can Uncle San guarantee that they won't do anything bad to my mother's greenhouse?"

White snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, landing on the red lanterns and quickly melting into water.

The orange-red light cast a faint shadow on Mo Sanbao's dark face. He looked depressed, helpless and hopeless.

Mo Jingchun put his little hand on Third Uncle's shoulder and patted him like a man: "Third Uncle, maybe if you split up, my mother might consider letting you work with her!"

"My mother's greenhouse vegetables are expected to be grown until May next year. It's ten copper coins a day, which means thirty copper coins a month. Even if you work for three and a half months, you can make one or two taels of silver!"

Mo Sanbao didn't say anything.

Mo Jingchun's black eyes flickered twice, and his clear voice sounded again: "My mother is still waiting for me to take the pickled vegetables back to cook. Third Uncle, I'm leaving first!"

When Mo Jingchun came out of Aunt Cui's house, his uncle was no longer visible on the road.

He hoped that his third uncle would listen to his words. The Mo family was a fire pit. Only by jumping out of the fire pit could they find a way to survive like them.

Mo Jingchun returned home and told her mother about her encounter with her uncle. Jiang Tang was surprised that Mo Sanbao actually wanted to come and work for her.

Thinking about the character of the Mo family, she was afraid that Mo Sanbao and Liu could not live at home anymore, so they came to her.

I don’t know if the couple has any idea of ​​separating.

Mo Sanbao sneaked out when the family wasn't paying attention, and she sneaked back again.

The children were all asleep, and Liu was sewing shoe soles in the dark.

Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, he quickly opened the door: "His father, how is it?"

Ever since her husband said he wanted to look for Jiang Tang and give it a try, Liu's heart has been in her throat.

She had not been nice to Jiang Tang in the past. As the uncle of the three children, Sanbao had to pretend they did not exist and secretly help them in order to protect them.

After Jiang Tang and the others separated, she was often called by Li to cause trouble.

If it were her, and she was bullied to death, when her life got better, she would not retaliate but would definitely not help the person who bullied her.

But Sanbao said to give it a try. This was their last hope. Maybe Prime Minister Jiang Tang would be tolerant and forgive them.

They can still make money.

She agreed, and the moment Sanbao left the house, her heart flew out with him, and she kept looking out the window.

Her heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard for her to breathe.

Mo Sanbao gently stomped off the snow on his shoes at the door and brushed off the snow on his clothes with his hands.

"no!"

The light in Liu's eyes dimmed instantly.

She smiled bitterly and said, "I knew it would be like this. If you want to blame someone, blame us for not being good people back then. We didn't help them when they were in the most difficult time. How dare we expect them to help us now!"

Mo Sanbao's heart broke when he heard his wife's sobbing.

He squatted on the ground, slapping his head with his hands. It was all because of his uselessness. If he had some ability, he would not have made things so difficult for his wife and children.

Liu saw Mo Sanbao hitting her but did not stop him.

The men of the Mo family only have their mother in their eyes and hearts. Only when old Mrs. Mo forces him into a state of having no way out and makes him heartbroken, will he think of their small family.

About an incense stick later, Liu looked at the dark night and made a sound like a dying person.

She sighed, "Dad, go to sleep. You have to go to town to find work tomorrow morning. Since the autumn harvest, our crops were soaked by the heavy rain, and our family has never had a full stomach again!"

"Mom said today that from now on our family can't eat at the table. We can only have one meal a day!"

"I'll cook tomorrow morning and secretly save some food for you. If you're hungry, just bear with it. I'll save some dinner for you in the evening!"

"I'll walk less and drink cold water when I'm hungry, and our family will be able to survive this winter!"

Mo Sanbao's mood, which had finally calmed down, was disturbed again.