Chapter 5 005 Just like that, I got into a staged accident.
This system will not interfere with Song Xiaoli's actions, but it will provide her with some conveniences, such as displaying a map of the entire earth for her like a game guide map, and being able to zoom in on the map of a region according to her wishes, and specifically marking the locations of certain people.
Like that cousin next door, now appearing like a virtual miniature on the holographic map in front of Song Xiaoli.
"Judging from the way he's filling the big water jug he's carrying, he must be going to deliver water to his family this afternoon at the young master's insistence." Song Xiaoli calculated the time her uncle would leave, enduring the stench, and hid to the side of her own toilet.
However, her uncle was slow and didn't come out for a while. Song Xiaoli was getting a little impatient and prepared to just walk out.
At this point, the system seemed to detect that the egg-laying ducks were having some impact on the world and warned: "The large-scale introduction of a single species could very well turn it into a harmful invasive species due to the lack of natural predators."
That duck meat was terrible. Most people, unless they were starving, absolutely couldn't stomach the taste of that kind of meat, and the same goes for other carnivorous animals.
In Song Xiaoli's little world, what limits the breeding of egg-laying ducks is the local specialty, the fat pheasant. The fat pheasant can find the hatching eggs hidden by the egg-laying ducks and loves to eat them. In addition, the pheasant will compete with the egg-laying ducks for other food.
After thinking about it, Song Xiaoli decided to introduce the entire food chain directly related to the egg-laying ducks.
Some species do not need to be deliberately introduced to predators, such as the fat pheasant, which is prey for most carnivores because it can eat on its own.
Introducing species is the important thing. Song Xiaoli spent a lot of time moving these things from the small world to the right place here.
The rice tree that defied common perceptions of staple foods—Song Xiaoli only moved a few mature trees to a remote location on the back mountain; most of the mature trees were moved deeper into the mountains. Then, in areas suitable for rice tree growth, she moved some seedlings, allowing them to grow slowly and be discovered gradually.
After she finished doing all that, her cousin finally finished lingering at her house. Reluctantly, he picked up the teapot and teacups, which were no longer very warm, and headed out to the fields belonging to the commune.
At the perfect moment, Song Xiaoli rushed out, waving her plump duck egg in her hand, and shouted in a low voice, "Mommy, Mommy, I caught a wild duck!"
Her voice was too loud for her mother, who was sleeping soundly upstairs, to hear, but her uncle could hear it clearly.
"Wild ducks?!" The uncle put the basket containing the teapot and teacups on the ground in front of the door and quickly walked over to Song Xiaoli.
The family living next door couldn't possibly be unaware that Song Wanxia had adopted a little girl. Their feigned indifference was simply a way of avoiding giving her a red envelope (a monetary gift).
This cousin, thinking that Song Xiaoli had just been adopted and was still young, probably didn't know that the two families were at odds, pretended to smile and approached her, staring intently at the duck, and casually asked, "Are you Wanxia's daughter?"
“My mom’s name is Song Wanxia,” Song Xiaoli answered innocently.
"Hehe, I'm your mother's cousin, you have to call me uncle, understand?"
Song Xiaoli cursed inwardly several times, but showed no sign on her face, appearing very obedient and easily fooled, "Oh, hello, Uncle!"
"Cough!" This cousin, Song Dianbao, had no idea that this little girl was so easy to fool, and he felt stupid.
If he simply snatched the meat from a three-year-old girl's hand, she wouldn't be able to resist. Why waste time talking to her?
Song Dianbao was too lazy to say anything more, afraid that Song Wanxia would cause trouble when she came down. So he simply and decisively snatched the ducks from Song Xiaoli's hands and ran to his house. But before he got back, he remembered that the basket was still outside the door, so he held the ducks tightly with one hand and picked up the basket with the other.
He snatched it so fast, like a seasoned thief, that Song Xiaoli was stunned for a moment before realizing she had to continue acting.
"Waaaaaahhhhhh, Mommy, Mommy!" Song Xiaoli really let out a loud shout this time, "My uncle took my duck away, waaaaaah, Mommy, I want my mommy, my uncle took my duck away."
Coincidentally, not far away at the other end of the next house lived my mother Song Wanxia's great-grandparents. That family only had two daughters, who were my mother's two cousins, and they both found husbands directly from within the family.
While Song Xiaoli was crying and making a scene outside, her mother's cousin happened to come out and saw what was happening. Seeing a child being bullied, she rushed over, picked up Song Xiaoli, pointed at Song Dianbao's nose, and yelled, "Song Dianbao, are you even a man? You even want to snatch things from such a small child?"
“She’s so small, how do you know she won’t lie? I could say I caught the duck myself in the back mountain!” Song Dianbao was spoiled by her parents and grandparents since she was a child and was used to being lawless. How could she be afraid of a cousin who was looking for a husband at home?
Song Xiaoli knew that her aunt was a kind-hearted person, but also a chatterbox, fond of meddling and lecturing. She had witnessed today's events, and within a few days, the entire Songshan Commune would know that Song Dianbao had stolen the little child's things.
Moreover, the piece of meat he snatched was extremely unpalatable. In the end, Song Dianbao would not only fail to gain any real advantage but also be scolded, leaving him with plenty of anger to suffer!
Thinking about all this, Song Xiaoli was in an extremely good mood, but she kept pretending to be wronged, covering her eyes and crying incessantly.
Her mother, Song Wanxia, had been sleeping too soundly in the afternoon. It wasn't until the commotion downstairs, and her cousin's loud and penetrating voice, that she was awakened. Song Wanxia was still half asleep when she reached out and touched her side, but found nothing. Startled, she got up and searched everywhere, but still couldn't find her daughter. She broke out in a cold sweat.
Only then did she realize that it sounded like her daughter crying downstairs. She quickly went out of her room and looked down from the upstairs window. Well, there it was—that brat next door, bullying her daughter.
Song Wanxia had been bullied by her cousin before, but she had never been this angry as she was today. She rushed downstairs, unlocked the front door, grabbed a large bamboo broom from the doorway, and charged at that bastard.
In the countryside, these brooms made from bamboo tips are used to sweep fallen leaves and pebbles in front of the door. They are heavy and sturdy, and hitting someone with one of them hurts more than hitting them directly with a thick wooden stick.
Song Dianbao got hit twice, and before he knew it, his face was scraped by the broom. "Song Wanxia, are you crazy? Wait for my mom to come back..."
"Wait your mother's ass!" Song Wanxia rarely cursed, her eyes red with anger, and she continued to hit him with the big broom.
Song Dianbao was in pain from the beating, so he had no choice but to crawl back home and barricad the door shut. Song Wanxia kicked it a few times but couldn't open it, so she threw down the broom, which accidentally knocked over the basket containing the teapot and teacups, making a crisp cracking sound.
Song Wanxia didn't notice this; she just shook her tired hands and went to her cousin to hug her daughter.
"Little Carp, were you scared?"
Song Xiaoli shook her head blankly.
She had planned everything in advance: catching the duck, letting her cousin take it away, and then having others discover the affair. She only needed to avoid getting hurt; she wasn't scared at all.
However, this was the first time she had ever seen her mother so fierce, and it really frightened her.
Song Xiaoli patted her chest, thinking that her mother's increasingly ordinary and dull life in her past life was all due to mental illness. Now that she's doing well, isn't she much more energetic?
Instead of mistaking her fierceness for boundless energy, Song Xiaoli threw herself into her mother's arms and whispered in a soft voice, "Mommy, that cousin lied to me and stole my things!"
While her mother's cousin was still there, Song Xiaoli explained the situation clearly, "He first coaxed me over, saying he was my cousin and that he was close to my mother, so I went to greet him. But while I was greeting him, he snatched the duck I had caught! Waaaaah, Mom, he's such a bad guy!"
"Yes, he's a big bad guy. Don't talk to him anymore. As for that duck... we'll go get it back when the big bad guy's parents come back, okay?"
Should we get the ducks back?
Song Xiaoli shuddered. The stench of that meat was so foul it would make anyone nauseous; she'd better avoid it.
"No, I never want to see that duck again, Mommy. Your baby Xiaoli is hurt. Waaah, I never want to see the duck again. It makes me sad."
Faced with such affected coquetry, Song Wanxia was quite pleased. While coaxing her crying little girl, she gently comforted her, saying, "Alright, alright, then we don't want the duck anymore. We'll have his family bring a chicken instead!"
Song Xiaoli's lips twitched.
If she wasn't mistaken, Song Dianbao had smashed all the teacups and other items he brought out. If she had to ask his family to replace that awful duck with a chicken, the neighbors would really be losing money and want to cry.
But why does she find herself getting happier the more she thinks about it? Oh dear, this won't do. She can't show any obvious schadenfreude, or she'll look like a naughty child!
A note from the author:
I'd like to humbly ask for suggestions on the title...
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