"How about I give you a name?"
Mu Zhitao didn't like the little guy, so naturally she didn't give him a decent name. She always called him "Dog" and "Dog cub".
The little fellow, with his big, bright black eyes, asked doubtfully, "Mom, doesn't the dog have a name?"
After saying this, the expression on the little face froze and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
He forgot that he couldn't refute his mother's words! His mother was too gentle now, making him forget the rules for a moment.
The little guy shrank his neck, waiting for the slap to fall.
After a while, there was no movement. He raised his eyes secretly and saw his mother looking at him with a smile.
"That's not a real name. Mother, help you choose a nice name."
His mother didn't hit him, but smiled at him. This made the little guy a little confused. He couldn't hear what she was saying and nodded instinctively.
Bei Yutang pondered for a moment, "Ziliang Mo Ke, Zimo. How about you call me Zimo from now on?"
Little Zimo nodded obediently, with joy unconcealed in his eyes.
He silently recited his new name in his heart, and looked at Bei Yutang with a cautious look that concealed his affection for her, but he didn't dare to show it.
"Mom, are you hungry?" asked the little bun Zimo cautiously.
What a well-behaved and sensible child. Even though his mother abused him so much, he was still obsessed with her body. I don’t know what the original owner was thinking to be able to do such a thing to a child like this.
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but now that he did, I felt really hungry.
This body has been unconscious for a day and a night, and has not eaten since it fainted yesterday. When Bei Yutang thought about how the original owner got sick, she felt ashamed to speak.
When he argued with someone and couldn't win, he would hit them. When he couldn't win, he would come back angrily. As soon as he got home, he would take out his anger on the little kid Zimo.
He was walking in a hurry and didn't pay attention to the road under his feet. He tripped over a stone and fell flat on his face. Not only did he hit his head on a wooden stake, he fainted on the spot.
Perhaps it was because of the brain injury that Mu Zhitao's memory became fragmented.
These fragmented memories did not leave Bei Yutang completely in the dark, at least she could cope with it.
"I'm a little hungry." Bei Yutang responded.
The little boy was flattered to see his mother respond so kindly, and stammered, "Then I'll get it."
The little guy hurried out of the house. Bei Yutang looked at the dilapidated house, thought about the situation of the original owner Mu Zhitao's family, and let out a long sigh.
The situation before her was not good for her. It could be described in four words: 'terrible'. This was a remote mountain village in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a great distance away from the Southern Tang Kingdom, where she wanted to take revenge.
The body she had entered was that of a rural widow of a poor reputation, powerless and disliked. Her desire for revenge against Gu Pianran was undoubtedly a fantasy.
She did not forget that one of the men in Gu Pianran's harem was the eldest prince of the Great Zhou Kingdom. It would be very difficult for him to bring her down.
Knowing that the road ahead was full of thorns, Bei Yutang had no intention of retreating.
Little Baozi brought a bowl of rice porridge into the house. Calling it rice porridge was an exaggeration. The porridge was so clear that it could be reflected in a mirror. You could vaguely see a few rice grains at the bottom of the bowl, and some wild vegetable fragments were floating on the surface.
Bei Yutang knew that this family had been unable to make ends meet for a long time. They only had a dozen copper coins in the house and the amount of food could be counted on one finger.
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