The ancestors of the Feng family were traveling merchants. To escape the war, they came to the remote Heshan Village, bought land, married and had children, and passed down the two branches for five generations.
Feng Ling's grandfather is the eldest son of the family, and she also has a second uncle, but her relationship with her grandfather is not very good.
My grandfather Feng Jin married Ye and had three sons and one daughter. All four children started their own families.
Fengdie is the third child and the youngest son, but he is honest and simple and has never been loved by his parents. He usually works more than a cow and eats less than a cat. Even his wife was picked up by Mrs. Ye on the street.
Later, war spread across the small mountain village, and Feng Lao San was the first one to be pushed out by his family to resist conscription. Feng Ming was only one year old at that time. In the second year, the Feng family received a pension from the old village chief.
Mrs. Ye threw the family of three out on the grounds that Mrs. Su was unlucky in marriage. Mrs. Su threw a tantrum and made a fuss, but in the end she was given a pension of one or two taels of silver, one acre of land, and three dilapidated thatched houses at the end of the village.
It was really shabby. The house was thatched all over, low and crumbling. There were several big holes on each roof, making it difficult to provide shade, let alone rain. A large part of the crooked bamboo fence in the yard had also collapsed.
Is this a haunted house? Feng Ling suddenly felt like he had no idea where to start.
"Ling'er, come in quickly. Mother has prepared something delicious for you." Seeing that Feng Ling didn't move, Su the witch came back and took her daughter's hand affectionately, leading her into the house. The smile on her face never stopped, but her face was deeply wrinkled.
Su was born with an old look. When she was nineteen years old and married Feng Lao San, who was seventeen, she looked like someone who was almost thirty years old. Now, nineteen years have passed, and she looks like someone who is in her fifties or sixties.
In addition, she usually went out to cheat people under the guise of a fortune teller, so people simply called her Su the Fortune Teller.
However, Feng Ling discovered from the beginning that the skin on this mother's hands was elastic and smooth.
Being able to give the original owner that strange toad blood, I guess she must have used certain means to cover up her original appearance, right?
Looking at Feng Ming's handsome little face made Feng Ling even more certain of this. It seemed that this was a mother with a story.
Feng Ming entered the yard first with firewood on his back, and threw the firewood into the yard casually, causing a cloud of dust.
Then he hurried back and snatched the game from Su Shenpo's hand, "Mom, are we going to eat chicken or rabbit today? How about we eat both, chicken stew and rabbit stew."
Feng Ming swallowed his saliva smoothly, intending to take the initiative to prevent Feng Ling from giving it to the Liu family, the Zhang family, or any other family.
"Okay." Su the witch agreed readily. Collecting them together can save water. Besides, the game can't be kept after it dies, so what you eat is yours.
"Let me do it..." Feng Ling took a few steps forward to help, but was pushed away by Feng Ming.
"I don't need you, go away." It was as if Feng Ling was trying to steal his things.
"Right, right, Ling'er, you've been tired all day too. Sit down and rest for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready. There's water in the house, so you can drink it yourself."
After saying that, the mother and daughter rushed into the kitchen.
After Su the witch said this, Feng Ling suddenly found that his throat was about to smoke, and he felt thirsty and hot. How many years had he not drunk water?
Feng Ling walked into the house with her hands behind her back, and then she untied the black veil on her face, revealing a flawless hibiscus face. It was just that this hibiscus was a little sallow due to long-term malnutrition, but of course Feng Ling herself could not see it.
In the main house, there is a living room in front and a kitchen in the back. The door on the left is Su Shenpo's room. There are two doors on the right. The inner room is Feng Ling's and the outer room is Feng Ming's.
However, except for the main door, all other doors were only hung with a tattered straw mat.
The hall is not big. There is a low table with an uneven surface. There are two benches, one of which has one leg missing and the other has only half a leg.
Is this really suitable for people to sit on? Feng Ling felt like he had entered a beggar's den.
Fortunately, there were no cobwebs on the roof, and Su the witch had also cleaned the floor quite well.
There was an old wooden basin on the table. The water in the basin was just enough to cover the back of the hand, and the color was a little gray. It was the water used for washing hands and must have been used by someone.
Feng Ling didn't bother with being particular. She simply washed her hands, shook them casually twice, poured herself a bowl of water, and drank three bowls in a row. Only then did her thirsty throat feel relieved.
Feng Ling was exhausted and slumped down on the chair. However, the chair tilted and she fell directly to the ground.
What a sin! A top-level witch, she had served her country and her people in her previous life, but in the end, well, if she wasn't a witch, with no contributions and no merits, she wouldn't have the chance to be reborn today.
It’s just that the current situation is so terrible, we are so poor!
After several attempts, Feng Ling finally found the trick. By sitting on the edge of the chair, she could maintain her balance. Then, she fell asleep on the table without realizing it.
"Ling'er, it's time to eat!"
After an unknown amount of time, a kind and joyful voice sounded beside Feng Ling. In a daze, Feng Ling responded vaguely and sat up obediently.
As a result, there were three thuds. Feng Ling was not paying attention and fell to the ground again. "This damn lame chair!"
After seeing Feng Ling’s white face, Su the witch fell to the ground in panic, “Shou Shou…” Where is the Shou Gong Sha?
When Feng Ming saw Feng Ling suddenly become beautiful, he fell to the ground in horror, "Mom! Mom! She is not Feng Ling!" It turned out that she was possessed by a ghost.
"Ling'er, have you been...?" Su the witch felt like the sky was falling. She couldn't say those cruel words at all. Her tears were falling down. She hurried over to help Feng Ling up.
Seeing the two people's surprise, Feng Ling also realized what was going on. He couldn't help but touch his face, and indeed he didn't feel any obstruction.
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