Grandma Zhao's orange-skinned old faces crowded together angrily. Before leaving, she held on to her temper, glared at Ji Youyi, and spat, "What a terrible unlucky thing. I think Zhao Di was killed by you."

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Ji Youyi became angry and dizzy. The person she bumped into was replaced by another person. It could be seen that she had used a lot of force and she must have suffered a concussion.

She had been crying for a long time just now, and now she was out of breath. She really had no energy to argue with this old godly woman.

She led Ji An to kneel in front of the soul and kowtow: "The deceased is the oldest, and my mother is about to be buried. Please help me."

When everyone saw this, they took action to help. Grandma Zhao and her family were asking for trouble and left with a lot of resentment.

With the help of the villagers, carrying the coffin, burying the body, and burying the soil, the funeral arrangements were quickly completed.

After seeing off the last villager, Ji Youyi stood at the door to take a breath and take a good look at the place.

The yard is not big, the house is a thatched house, and a shed is built on one side for the stove to serve as the kitchen. The yard is surrounded by tattered fences. The unpaved mud floor is full of pits. The furniture in the house is made of rough wood, and some are missing.

It had few arms and legs, and it looked like it had been used for a long time. Although the whole house was clean, there was a hint of poverty everywhere.

Ji An stood aside and pulled her sleeve timidly, with concern on his face.

Ji An, Ji An, presumably the original owner hoped that he would be safe for the rest of his life, but it was a pity that the child refused to speak. According to her analysis, he should have childhood autism.

As for his biological father, she had no memory at all in her mind. All she received was the memories of the past two years. The previous events seemed to be covered in a layer of fog and could not be seen clearly. She guessed that the innocent little

The girl was deceived into giving birth to a child. It was too humiliating, so she instinctively resisted this memory.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you have a man or not, living a good life is the way to go.

After a busy day, Ji Youyi was also tired, so she took Ji An around to the kitchen and filled him with some water to wipe his face.

After wiping his face clean, Ji An's appearance was revealed. He had big eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips. He was a good-looking child.

Gululu~

After wiping, Ji An's stomach made a sound, and he blushed and lowered his head.

Ji Youyi touched his head and said lovingly: "You are hungry, mother will cook for you."

However, when she stood up and looked at the stove, she realized that it was too clean.

In a poor family, apart from a few dried wild vegetables, there was only some brown rice and brown noodles left, and not even a trace of meat.

After helping my mother with her funeral, all the money in the family was gone.

She looked at the firewood piled in the corner of the kitchen. This thing was a bit difficult.

It's not that she doesn't know how to cook, it's just that she hasn't learned the skill of making fire. After all, in today's high-tech world, everyone uses gas stoves and induction cookers.

The little Ji An got into the kitchen and looked at Ji Youyi holding the firewood with a troubled face. He took the firewood and started to light it.

Well-behaved children are always lovable, and Ji Youyi planned to show off her talents. However, after cooking this meal, the already poor family was even worse.

She was used to cooking boldly, but she never thought that there were not many ingredients and seasonings at home.

Oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, everything is missing.

The dishes with enough ingredients are really delicious, but the clean seasoning jars are also annoying.

Looking at the empty bowl on the table, she finally began to reflect on whether her previous life was too extravagant.

Ji An didn't understand what she was thinking. He just felt that the food he ate today was more delicious than before. When he saw his mother didn't move after eating, he stood up obediently and prepared to clean up.

"An'an, stop moving, I'll do it."

Ji Youyi was embarrassed to let a child do this. After cleaning up smartly, she boiled water for her son to wash and prepare for bed as usual.

There were two rooms in the thatched house. Although they were poor, they were fairly clean. However, the bedding on the bed was a bit thin. Lying on the hard bed, my bones and diaphragm ached all over.

After barely making do for one night, Ji Youyi felt that life really couldn't go on like this.

At dawn, she asked Ji An to look after the house, and then went out with her hatchet and basket.

In the past, their family was an old, weak woman and child, and they relied on the help of the villagers and helping people wash clothes. Ji Youyi could not do these things.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. If you want to survive, you must go to the deep mountains. Danger always comes with opportunities.

She found a secluded, untraveled route and set up a few traps to try her luck. She also turned over the ground. It rained lightly yesterday, and today the mushrooms in the forest popped up one after another, and they looked particularly gratifying.

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Although some mushrooms are poisonous, she loves food and studies these things frequently to make them delicious and non-toxic.

Not long after, Ji Youyi picked up a basket full of mushrooms and cut a lot of wild vegetables.

She happily carried a basket of wild vegetables and mushrooms back. It was good in ancient times, but these wild treasures were extremely expensive in modern times. How could she pick up so many of them casually?

However, when she was carrying a basket on her back all the way home from the mountains, she saw the fence gate open from a distance.

Ji Youyi was a little strange. She had told An An not to open the door before going out.

Feeling uneasy, she quickened her pace, and when she reached the door, she heard Mrs. Zhao cursing inside the house.

"You mute bastard, let me go! All these rags in your house were donated by me, and now you dare to stop me after I take them away, get out of my way!"

Ji Youyi's face was dark and sullen. Before she came to settle accounts, this old godly woman actually came over on her own!

How dare you snatch her things and hit her doll!

She put down the basket, picked up the broken broom beside the door, and rushed into the house angrily.

"I'll beat you to death, you old pious woman. I haven't found you yet, but you still dare to come to my door. I'll beat you to death!"

Mrs. Zhao didn't sleep all night, and she felt uncomfortable thinking that her twenty taels of silver were gone in vain. So she wanted to come and give her some advice as soon as possible.

She had a good idea. Ji Youyi used to be weak and unassertive, and she would definitely make people compromise with a little intimidation.

Unexpectedly, everyone went out so early in the morning, leaving only the mute Ji An.

In order not to let her trip go in vain, Mrs. Zhao decided to go into the house to get something. Who would have imagined that she was beaten before she even walked out of the house!

"Ji Youyi, stop it, you rebellious bastard! How dare you hit me, I'm your grandma!"

"Bah, you old pious woman has done a lot of harm to others and yet you want to steal something. If you dare to beat my child, I'll beat you to death!"

Ji Youyi has studied medicine and specializes in hitting people's painful areas, hitting them accurately, causing no damage but causing heartache.

When the brooms went down, Mrs. Zhao screamed, dropped her things and ran out of the house.

"You little bitch, you dare to hit an elder?! I, I won't let you go!"

Ji Youyi gasped and put down the broom. This body was too weak to even move a little. If it were her real body, she would definitely beat this old pious woman to the point where she couldn't even move.

She took a few breaths to regain some strength, and when she saw the dumbfounded Ji An beside her, she didn't know how to explain to him for a moment.

After all, Ji Youyi was not such a fierce person in the past.

"An'an, actually I..."

Before Ji Youyi finished speaking, little Ji An rushed up to hug her and cried until she was hoarse.

She felt bad, after all, he was only a three-year-old child.

"An'an, don't cry. Mom will protect you from now on and won't let bad people bully you."
Chapter completed!