A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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At night, it started snowing heavily again, and the snowflakes continued to fall until midnight.
The next day, before Lin Wanyue even got out of bed, she felt extremely cold.
Especially her little feet, they looked like they were about to freeze!
Lin Wanyue mentally prepared herself, and just as she put her feet into the tiger-skin boots, she immediately pulled them back and stuffed them back into the warm blanket.
After thinking for a moment, she went directly into her space, rummaged around, found her hand warmers, and stuck the smaller foot warmers to the bottom of her little boots.
Lin Wanyue finally felt warm again.
She planned to open the window to let in some fresh air. The small courtyard in front of the Lin family's house was completely covered by snow, and the various trees that had been planted this year were also weighed down and looked like little white mushrooms.
That heavy, thick snow would look amazing if used to build a snowman!
Moreover, this snow was free from the industrial pollution of later generations, and it looked white and fluffy.
Lin Wanyue was delighted to see this, and a smile crept onto her face as she skipped and hopped outside.
"Hey Wanwan, eat something before you go out to play." She was stopped by Liu Junlan as soon as she stepped out the door. Liu Junlan made her eat breakfast first and brought a small charcoal stove that Lin Weiming had made himself before letting her go out.
How can you play with a small charcoal stove in your hand?
Not long after Lin Wanyue left, she lent the small charcoal stove to the little girl she was playing with.
This little girl comes from a large family, so many that her parents never even thought of her. Naturally, no one prepared a small charcoal stove to warm her hands, and her little hands swelled up like little carrots from the cold.
"Thank you, Wanwan!" The little girl hugged the small charcoal stove with great joy, repeatedly promising that she would definitely not break it.
Lin Wanyue ignored her and happily pushed a huge snowball, wanting to build a big snowman.
But while pushing a snowball is easy, putting a second snowball on top of the first is quite a challenge for a short, three-and-a-half-year-old girl.
Fortunately, she is quite popular in the village now. Wang Hu is an extremely enthusiastic child. When he saw that Lin Wanyue was having no chance to put the snowball on the platform, he quickly ran over to help: "You're so small, don't bother. I'll help you push it up!"
"Okay." Lin Wanyue obediently let go.
However, as she watched from the side, she noticed that Wang Hu seemed to be shrouded in a faint black aura.
"Brother Tiger." Lin Wanyue handed the stones she had already picked up to Wang Hu, asking him to place them on the little snowman's face, while asking him, "Are you careful? What are you picking up again?"
"No," Wang Hu quickly shook his head and said, "I don't pick up things randomly anymore!"
Ever since Wang Hu offended a wandering ghost by picking up random things last time, which caused him to develop a high fever and almost die, his parents have warned him never to pick up random things again.
Wang Hu took this to heart and stopped touching the stones on the ground, mostly playing with the little clay figures he made himself.
The clay figurine was made by his own hands, so there's absolutely no problem with it!
"Hmm..." Lin Wanyue was sure she hadn't misread it. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Did your parents pick up things?"
Speaking of this, Wang Hu seemed to have a bellyful of grievances he was worried no one would listen to, so he immediately launched into a long tirade to Lin Wanyue.
“Wanwan, you’re so clever! My dad really did pick one up. I don’t know what he was thinking, he actually picked up a little girl on the street the day before yesterday and said he wanted to be my little sister…”
Lin Wanyue: (?◇?)?
"You agree?"
Isn't this a bit too hasty?
How can you bring home complete strangers?!
"No, no!" Wang Hu quickly shook his head and waved his hands. "She's so ugly, I don't want her. I only like good-looking people like you."
Wang Hu scratched his head and chuckled.
"And that little girl probably ate a lot; she can eat so much in one meal. My parents didn't get to eat last night and went to bed hungry."
“My mother told me that she ate all the grain and vegetables in our kitchen… She’s such a skinny little girl, I really don’t know how she could eat so much with such a small stomach,” Wang Hu said, gesturing with his hand.
The little girl looked even thinner than Lin Wanyue, but her stomach could hold an endless amount of food. Several baskets of vegetables and so much rice in the kitchen were all stuffed into her stomach.
They mainly eat raw food!
Wang Hu thought about it and felt that this matter was simply too outrageous!
"..." Lin Wanyue listened, a thoughtful look appearing on her small face.
She and Wang Hu have known each other for quite some time now, and she knows that he is a bit impulsive, but not the type to boast.
If what Wang Hu said is true, then that little girl is definitely not a normal person.
"And another thing... just yesterday, she knocked on our door, ate all the food on the table, and then suddenly disappeared, as if she had vanished without a trace. It was so inexplicable. I hope she doesn't come to my house to eat today. She ate all the food, and I'm not even full myself." Wang Hu pouted, full of displeasure.
As Wang Hu spoke, he patted his belly, which was indeed a round and imposing "general's belly."
Lin Wanyue had already made up her mind, so she said to Wang Hu, "When you go back, persuade your father to send her away as soon as possible and not let her come back."
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