The rain was like a pouring rain, the mountain wind whistled, and the thatched roof seemed to be blown away at any time.

"Brother, I'm so hungry."

In the room, a little girl was huddled in the corner and covered her stomach, her voice weak.

The little boy, known as the brother, took a broken bowl and placed it in the place where the rain drips the most. He looked at the woman lying on the bed. Seeing that the woman was not awake, he quickly ran out in the rain and entered the open stove next to the house.

After touching the firewood, I took out half a black nest, put it in my arms, and ran back into the house quickly.

After returning to the house, he first looked at the woman on the bed vigilantly, and then he felt relieved after confirming that the woman had not woken up.

He stuffed the black and dirty nest into the little girl's hand and whispered:

"Xiao Ya, eat quickly, or she will wake up later."

Han Xiaoya's eyes lit up, and she looked at the woman on the bed vigilantly while stuffing her nest into her mouth.

The woman on the bed was their stepmother. After half a year of entering the house, she beat and scolded them a lot. At the age of six, they took on most of the work at home.

But even so, the woman would not give them food if she was unhappy.

Three days ago, their father went up the mountain to hunt, and then it started to rain. It rained heavily for two consecutive days and they couldn't work, so the woman began to stop giving them food.

Fortunately, Han Xiaoshan is usually concise and secretly hid two steamed buns in the stove.

In the past two days, they took advantage of the women's inattention and carried over these two buns of steamed buns.

Seeing that there was only such a small piece left, and it was still raining heavily outside, and their father still hadn't come back yet...

Han Xiaoya bit her two bites and handed the rest to her brother:

"Brother, you eat too."

“Gugu…”

Han Xiaoshan wanted to refuse, but his stomach was screaming in disgrace. Looking at the steamed bun in his sister's hand, he silently took it, bit it, and handed it back.

Han Xiaoya didn't accept it and wanted her brother to eat more.

But at this moment, the woman on the bed moved.

Han Xiaoshan didn't care about speaking, stuffed the remaining steamed buns into his sister's mouth, and quickly blocked her in front of her, looking at the woman lying on the bed with vigilance.

The girl was also afraid of being beaten and tried desperately to swallow the nest in her mouth.

The two of them looked at the woman lying on the bed with breathing intently, not daring to breathe.

After a while, the woman moved, but instead of cursing at them like before, she stared at her own hands in a daze, and then looked at them huddled in the corner.

Then, his eyes fell on the basins and bowls of large and small big and small broken basins and bowls in the house...

Then she looked up at the roof, then suddenly got up and headed towards the door.

It was indeed time traveling.

Su Hongshan woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, and there was a part of her memory in her mind. She thought she was dreaming at the time, and it was dark everywhere, so she didn't care.

But I didn't expect that when I woke up, I really arrived at the place in my dream...

But that's fine, maybe God has given her another chance to have a child.

She was originally the only daughter of the richest man in Ning'an City, but despite her family's opposition, she married a college classmate Hao Lianzhong, but she didn't know that he just wanted to seize her family's wealth from beginning to end.

My mother died of illness, her father was in jail, and she... became the biggest laughing stock in Ning'an City after he took all the wealth of her family.

But until the end, she learned that he had replaced the vitamins that his mother had been taking with chronic poison, which caused her mother to die of illness.

His father was in jail, which was also his frame-up.

Knowing everything, she went to the man's residence late at night, a bucket of gasoline, a big fire, and a villa.

Looking at the raging fire, she drove to her mother's cemetery and was about to see her mother end her ridiculous life in the last time.

But her car lost control halfway, and the sky-sky fire wrapped her up...

Su Hongshan shook her head and did not think about this, and looked at the situation in the house again.

It was raining outside, and there was no more water dripping in the house, but there were small puddles on the ground in the house.

There was nothing else in the room, two beds, a rough square table was empty, and there were two children huddled in the corner.

That was the original owner's stepson and stepdaughter, Han Xiaoshan and Han Xiaoya.

These two children are twins, just six years old this year, and they are also a pitiful existence.

It is said that their mother was originally the daughter of a wealthy family, but she fell in love with a farmhousekeeper. The family disagreed and elopeed with the farmhouse and became pregnant with two children, but she died of dyspam when she gave birth to these two children.

The two children were born without a mother until they married the original owner half a year ago to be stepmothers for the two children.

But the original owner is not a good one.

The family's big and small work is directed at these two children, and they are beaten and scolded at every turn, and they don't give food. Both children are afraid of this stepmother.

"Xiaoshan, Xiaoya, come here."

Su Hongshan waved to the two children, thinking that since she was here, God gave her another chance to live, she would always have to live well.

She has now replaced the original owner and became the stepmother of these two children, so she cannot treat these two children as badly as the original owner.

The two children did not move and looked at Su Hongshan vigilantly.

Su Hongshan was helpless and thought about what the original owner did. Knowing that the two children were afraid of her, she didn't say anything, so she got up and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is a convertible kitchen with wooden stakes wrapped around it and straw mats. There is thatch on the top. There is no door. It is fine when it doesn't rain. When it rains, it is many times worse than the house they live in.

It rained heavily outside, it rained lightly inside, and air leaked everywhere.

When the wind is strong, the stove fire cannot be generated.

Fortunately, although Su Hongshan's family was the richest man in Ning'an City in the past, they worked hard step by step. When she was young, she had been growing up in the countryside with her grandparents. She also used earthen stoves and knew how to make a fire.

After adding water to the pot, she took out a key from the earthen stove and walked into the room.

Han Xiaoshan and Han Xiaoya no longer shrank in the corner. They were standing at the door to see what Su Hongshan was doing.

Seeing her coming, he hurriedly huddled into the house.

When Su Hongshan saw this, she didn't say anything. She went straight to the bed to move the wooden box locked by the original owner, opened the lock, and took out the bag from it and placed it on the wooden table:

"We're eating noodles today. Can Xiaoshan help me watch the stove?"

A kind tone, but Han Xiaoshan did not dare to move.

As for eating noodles, he didn't believe it.

He didn't move, and Su Hongshan was not in a hurry. She went to get the basin that she had put in the house to receive rainwater, put the noodle bag in the basin, and carried the basin to the kitchen.

Han Xiaoshan looked at Su Hongshan's back and felt that something was wrong with her today, but she was afraid of being beaten and did not dare to hesitate anymore. She quickly followed her to the kitchen to prepare for the fire.

"elder brother."

Han Xiaoya timidly grabbed Han Xiaoshan's patched clothes and followed.
Chapter completed!