Meng Changjin felt that his soul was no longer falling, and that he was stepping on solid ground, Fang slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Meng Changjin felt a sense of hunger hit her, making her dizzy. With this kind of starvation at this moment, Meng Changjin felt that she could eat a cow.

Meng Changjin endured the feeling of hunger and looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, asked Xiao Si to bring her one of the cakes she had stored.

After unpacking it, Meng Changjin started to gobble it up.

I can't guarantee whether can eat a cow, but Meng Changjin ate a two-layer twelve-inch cream cake.

The hunger disappeared, and Meng Changjin felt a sense of fullness again.

The client's stomach is already small because of the hunger. She just ate such a large cake at one time, which is too much for this body, so she feels full. is normal.

Meng Changjin touched his full stomach and began to receive the memory of this body.

After receiving it, Meng Changjin realized that the client's description of a hungry meal or something was simply too graceful.

This is not just a meal of hunger and a full meal, this is simply a meal of hunger, a meal of hunger, a meal of satiety, a meal a day, or a clear porridge with only a few grains of rice in a bowl of water, no, this is not worthy It's called porridge, and multigrain dumplings the size of a baby's fist.

Eating is not good and the amount is small, but she has to do a lot of work every day without delaying her.

Catching hogweed, chopping wood, washing clothes, cooking, she had to do all these jobs.

Therefore, a fourteen-year-old person does not look like an eight-year-old National People's Congress. He is thin and small, and his arms are so thin that they can be broken with a little force.

Meng Changjin was thinking about Yu Jiaojiao in the client's memory. She is one year younger than this body, but because of the family's love, she has kept all kinds of good things since she was a child. She has grown up to have breasts and butts. Beauty, the famous village flower of Ewha Village.

Meng Changjin looked at the pile of wood that had been chopped, and did not rush to go back. Instead, he disposed of the cake box properly, and then sat on the ground and began to feel whether the world had aura.

The Yu family are all people with crooked and twisted views, and with this dry body, she is afraid that she will die if she is not careful.

What surprised Meng Changjin was that this world not only had spiritual energy to cultivate, but the concentration of spiritual energy was more than ten times more than the previous two worlds!

Meng Changjin immediately began to practice, drawing the spiritual energy into the body, so that the body could retain the spiritual energy.

It is a pity that this physical aptitude is not very good, and less than one-third of the spiritual power absorbed into the body can remain.

But something is better than nothing. After two hours, Meng Changjin, who opened his eyes, could already use some spiritual energy.

With confidence, Meng Changjin returned with the chopped firewood on his back.

As soon as he walked outside the fenced yard, before entering the yard gate, Mrs. Yu's face, who noticed Meng Changjin inside, suddenly sank.

"God killed the dead girl, you still know how to come back!" Old Madam Yu stood in the yard with her hips on her hips and cursed, staring at Meng Changjin, wishing her eyes would pop out of her sockets.

Meng Changjin completely ignored her harsh and unpleasant voice, pushed open the courtyard door and went in. With a movement of his shoulders, he threw the bundle of firewood on his back to the ground, hitting the ground with a loud bang.

Mrs. Yu, who was standing in the yard and scolding, was startled by the touch, and the words like the goddamn girl losing money and goods were temporarily stopped.

Then there was an even more ugly scolding: "Swear to you, you still have a temper, don't you, you won't come back to cook dinner, you want to starve your sister to death, and starve us to death, right?"

When the old lady came back today, she was very angry when she didn't see that the food was prepared in advance, and she was even more angry when her baby granddaughter said she was hungry.

She waited left and right to wait until Yu Hanzhu, the goddamn dead girl, came back, so she could only let the second daughter-in-law and the third daughter-in-law cook.

However, Yu Hanzhu has been doing laundry and cooking since he was five years old. They have not been in the kitchen to cook for nearly ten years. .

The baby granddaughter kept screaming for hunger, and when she saw that the kitchen was in a mess, the old lady wanted the volcano to erupt. The two daughters-in-law and the third daughter-in-law scolded her for a while, but she was not relieved. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw Yu Hanzhu, a god-killed dead girl. When she came back, how could the old lady bear it, she started scolding with her hands on her hips.

Meng Changjin didn't seem to hear the old lady's unpleasant cursing.

She gave the old lady a cold look, ignored her directly, and walked into the client's room.

It is said that the room is really excessively beautified, but it is actually a firewood room.

Most of the area was piled up with neatly yarded firewood, only an arm's width was left empty, the floor was covered with thatch, and there was a dirty quilt full of puddings that couldn't see the original color, she was sleeping. The place.

The old lady was stunned by Meng Changjin's cold look, and she only felt furious after reacting.

Seeing that Meng Changjin dared to ignore her, she trembled with anger.

She rushed to the door of the firewood house, and her scolding voice became louder: "Damn girl, what kind of eyes did you just look at? You dare to stare at me, don't you? Don't eat tonight's meal, you will have a long memory."

The old lady's voice was really loud, so not only Meng Changjin could hear it clearly, but also other people who didn't come out in the room could hear it clearly.

For example, the mother and the third aunt who were cooking in the kitchen, heard the old lady's scolding voice, the third aunt Yu Liu said strangely: "Second sister-in-law, look, your Hanzhu is angry with her mother, You don't know how to teach her well, and I won't cook dinner tonight, and I have to work hard all day to get a bite of hot food, so I have to cook it myself."

Another client's mother, Yu Li, heard Yu Liu's complaint, but felt ashamed and at the same time, she also blamed Yu Hanzhu.

If Yu Hanzhu made dinner as early as before today, she would not have to be complained by her sister-in-law, nor would she have to cook in this smoldering stove.

She hasn't cooked for nearly ten years, and she is also born with hands, so she stumbles.

"I'll teach her well at night." I complained about my daughter again and again, and apologized again.

"Teach me well, it's fourteen years old, and I will be married in two years. If I don't understand the rules, who would dare to marry?" Yu Liu said in a bad tone.

"Yeah." Yu Li responded.

On the other side, unlike the dark and damp firewood house, Yu Jiaojiao's room was neat and bright. At this time, she was sitting in front of the dresser with the bronze mirror standing. She heard Yu Hanzhu being scolded, and the corner of her mouth raised an arc.

At this moment, the angry and scolding voice of the old lady outside stopped abruptly, followed by a trembling voice: "You, what do you want to do, I am your milk, you dare to hurt me, you are big. Unfilial."