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

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Jiang Tang.

No one expected that the fat and big-eared Jiang Tang not only could play the suona, but also understood Feng Shui.

The old village chief said peacefully: "Then pick a good place for Lao Si!"

"It's good ahead!" Jiang Tang pointed to the higher, flatter area in front of him.

"From that place, you can see clearly below, and there is a mountain above for support!"

The clan elder asked several men to dig a hole and asked Mo Jingchun to dig up Mo Laosi's grave.

What everyone thought was a cenotaph was a clean, small coffin-like box, which contained the clothes and shoes worn by Mo Laosi.

When the grave was opened, only a piece of tattered clothing was found, and nothing else.

Looking at Mo Jingchun's calm expression, everyone knew that there was no problem.

The village chief asked someone to find a clean wooden box, cleaned Mo Laosi's clothes and put them back in.

Jiang Tang randomly found a piece of wood and asked Mo Jingchun to write on it using a fire stick.

"The tomb of my late father Mo Li!"

It turns out that Mo Laosi’s full name is Mo Li.

Far away, far away...

Jiang Tang felt that the person who gave the name must have had bad intentions.

Jiang Tang came later and had no feelings for Mo Li. She tried to squeeze out tears for a long time but couldn't.

I can only play the suona with all my heart.

The sound of the suona made people want to cry. It spread from the mountains to the village, and even the sky started crying.

The women working in the fields rushed home.

But I don’t want to go home.

Gathering under the saxaul trees and looking at the mountains, our eyes turned red.

"To be honest, Jiang Tang is a pitiful person. At the age of fourteen, she was sold cheaply to Mo Lao Si by her own sister-in-law. She didn't even have a single good day to live. Now Mo Lao Si is gone!"

"Who says she isn't? I heard that her parents are both sickly. I'm afraid she has never had a full stomach since she was a child!"

"My San Ya is already seventeen and still unmarried. Jiang Tang seems to be only sixteen this year. It's not easy for a girl to raise three children!"

It is easiest to empathize when the atmosphere is sad.

Everyone listened to the heart-wrenching cries coming from the mountain and said to each other: "Let's not be so harsh on Jiang Tang in the future. We are all women!"

"I thought so too. We might be in trouble someday. We might be worse off than Jiang Tang. She's just trying to survive!"

"As long as she doesn't cause trouble for my family, I won't cause trouble for her!"

Chen, who was leaning against the door and eating melon seeds, could no longer laugh.

She threw the melon seed shells to the ground fiercely: "You have long hair but short knowledge. You sympathize with Jiang Tang now, but you will cry later!"

The rain is getting heavier.

After the tombstone was erected, everyone ran down the mountain.

Jiang Tang stopped bragging and followed the village chief to thank him.

She wanted to talk about buying the land, but seeing that the three children were in a bad mood, Mo Yijun's big eyes were red, and she put her little hands into her two brothers', lowered her head and said nothing.

She felt distressed.

A child without a mother is a weed, a child without a father...it seems...

Jiang Tang thought about it for a long time and still felt that it was better not to have a father.

However, she could only think about this in her heart. After arriving home, Jiang Tang asked the three children to come into the house and dry their hair. She cleaned the iron pot and boiled ginger water to ward off the cold.

"Sister Jun, when the rain stops, you and brother can go to the mountain to look for mushrooms?" Jiang Tang coaxed carefully.

She wanted to find something for the little girl to do to divert her attention.

Mo Yijun frowned and said, "You are so cruel. You asked me to go find mushrooms as soon as the rain stopped!"

"Why, you can't not eat that mushroom!"

"I……"

Jiang Tang choked up and said, "I just wanted to see you sad and upset. I was afraid that you would always feel wronged and sad!"

"Who told you to blow it so sadly!"

Jiang Tang pointed at himself with his backhand: "So you're crying or you blame me?"

"Don't blame you, blame me." Mo Yijun opened his eyes wide: "Do I know how to brag?"

"You keep saying you want to mend your ways and be nice to us, but you didn't even let us know that you can play the suona. If I hadn't changed my father's sleeping place today, how long would you have kept it hidden?"

The little guy had his hands on his hips, looking fierce.

Jiang Tang was confused for a while before he realized that this girl had bad intentions.

"So what you've been talking about for a long time is not because your father died so tragically, but because I blew the whistle too sadly?" Jiang Tang crossed his arms and looked at the little guy leisurely.

Mo Yijun tilted his head and looked up at the sky.

"I didn't say that!"

"Oh, I was overthinking it!"

Jiang Tang stood up and said, "Brother Nian, you stay at home and look after your sister. Brother Chun, come with me to the village chief's house to discuss buying land and building a house!"

"Humph...bad woman, bad woman, bad woman..."

Mo Yijun chased him all the way to the gate.

Jiang Tang felt happy that she could finally control this little girl.

"You're not angry, are you?" Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Tang for a while and explained for his sister: "Jun Jie actually just wants to learn suona from you, she thinks it's fun!"

"She has a weird temper!"

Jiang Tang lowered his eyes: "Why is Sister Jun's temperament different from other fatherless children?"

"How did you raise Sister Jun after your father passed away?"

It may be impossible for her, as an adult, to raise a one-year-old child by a four-year-old child and do it so well.

Mo Jingchun looked into the distance and said, "She was raised like that. She is our sister. An elder brother is like a father. Now that our parents are gone, I have to take on the responsibility of raising my sister!"

It seems that Mo Jingchun has had a hard time raising his child in the past two years.

She estimated that most of the reasons were related to the original owner.

Mo Jingchun was unwilling to elaborate, and Jiang Tang did not want to hear what the original owner had done specifically.

The two were silent.

It was drizzling, drop by drop.

The women under the saxaul trees had long since returned to their homes.

When the village chief's wife saw Jiang Tang, she took the initiative to speak for the first time: "Jiang Tang, what are you doing here in the rain?"

"Auntie, I want to ask the village chief about the field!" Jiang Tang called out with a smile.

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Jiang Tang is a little fat, but his eyes are big and round, and his voice is soft and sweet.

The village head's wife's attitude became better: "Let's talk inside, your uncle is inside!"

Jiang Tang entered the house and found the old village chief weaving a backpack.

The red willow branches in the old village chief's hands were like a nimble snake, one circle after another, weaving into beautiful patterns.

"Uncle, your craftsmanship is really great. If I had known, I would have asked you to buy a backpack last time!" Jiang Tang wanted to squat down.

I tried it and it’s better to stand.

When the village head's wife, Zhao, saw Jiang Tang like that, she tried to hold back her laughter for a long time.

Jiang Tang touched his nose when he felt embarrassed, but he pretended nothing had happened.

"About the fire?" The old village chief raised his head and continued to work: "If you suspect the old Mo family, you need evidence!"

Jiang Tang was depressed.

After so many things happened, Jiang Tang still thought that the old village chief was on her side.

"Master, we are not here for the fire. We want to buy land!" Mo Jingchun spoke at the right time.

The old village chief still didn't look up: "Even if the village land is given to you for free, you elders won't agree!"