Chapter 7 How difficult is it to be born a demon?

"What are you looking at?" Si Qing yelled at him in an arrogant voice.

Si Zhengping finally came to his senses. It was too rude to stare at his aunt like this.

Facing the cold look in his boss Qing's eyes, he bowed to her again:

"Zhengping won't bother my aunt to take care of herself."

Si Qing glanced at him angrily, turned around and led Si Shan and his wife into the courtyard with his hands behind his back. The door of Si's house was closed again.

Seeing the door of Si's house closed, the villagers immediately gathered around and said, "Village Chief, my aunt is a little different today!"

"Why is it different?" Si Zhengping felt this way in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face and asked pretending not to care.

"My aunt seems to be imitating how we speak." A tribesman thought for a while and replied.

"My aunt has grown up," another elder said.

When other people think about it, it seems like this is really the case.

Si Zhengping felt the same way, so he stopped thinking about it and looked at the villagers seriously: "I don't want what happened today to happen again."

The villagers lowered their heads and looked ashamed. If they hadn't realized that they had been deceived by Si Dashan's family, how stupid would they be?

The damn Si Dashan family actually deceived them into almost getting into trouble at my aunt's house. It was so easy for them to deal with them according to village rules!

After cleaning up Si Dashan's family, Si Qing returned to the courtyard, his stomach growling with hunger.

At this time, Mrs. Wu brought a bowl of dark soup over with a full smile: "Auntie, this is the medicine prescribed for you to heal your wounds. Drink it while it's hot."

"Take it away, this inferior thing is...can I drink it?"

When Si Qing smelled the bitter smell that hit his nose, his face tightened and he looked at Wu with an evil look.

In the world of cultivation, this was something that ordinary monks would not even bother to drink, but now it was actually brought to her and asked to drink it?

"Auntie, are you afraid of hardship?" Mrs. Wu didn't understand what Si Qing meant. She just thought she found the medicine unpalatable, so she took out a candy from her arms with a smile.

He coaxed in a good voice: "After drinking the medicine, it will not be bitter if you eat a candy."

Si Qing almost slapped the medicine bowl in her hand away.

But I still endured it.

Yes, this place is different from the world of cultivation. The people who treat diseases here are all taking this kind of dark and bitter decoction.

Moreover, the price of this decoction is not low. No one in the village is willing to spend money to see a doctor for minor injuries, let alone take medicine.

That is to say, she was seriously injured, so she called a doctor.

Thinking about the human race in this world, a weakling can ascend to heaven even if there is a cold.

Si Qing's little face showed endless depression.

"I'll do it myself." He pinched his nose, stretched out his little hand, took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

"vomit"!

After barely finishing the drink, Si Qing was almost overcome with pain.

"Grandma, take a candy and squeeze it." Wu had quick eyesight and quickly stuffed a candy into her mouth.

The sweet sugar spread in the mouth, driving away the bitter taste and suppressing Si Qing's nausea.

Si Qing wiped his face and felt for the first time how difficult it was to be born a demon!

Not long after taking the medicine, Mrs. Wu brought dinner, a steamed egg, two dark bran-skinned steamed buns, and a small bowl of chicken soup.

It is said to be chicken soup, but there are really only a few pieces of meat in it. It is a big bowl full of soup, and it tastes very bland.

This alone can be considered the best food in the village.

Since Master Si passed away, all the Si family's wealth has been taken away by Butler Meng. The servants of the Si family also followed suit and ran away with everything they could.

The original owner was a little kid and didn't know how much the Si family owned. The village chief only knew a few acres of land owned by the Si family in Dajia Village, so he decided to let the stronger families in the village plant it and pay 40% of the harvest every year.

You have no food to eat, let alone raising chickens for meat.
Chapter completed!