After Min Xiyao improved the method of growing vegetables in modern greenhouses, she handed it over to the village chief, and then handed over the method of cultivating bean sprouts to the village chief, and then went home with a basket of eggs.
The village chief sent Min Xiyao to the door. Looking at Min Xiyao's retreating back, he burst into tears and was so excited that he couldn't speak.
The village chief's wife came out of the kitchen and saw the village chief standing at the door crying, and asked inexplicably:
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
The village chief's wife was puzzled. She was fine just now. Why did her husband, who had always been strong, start crying?
The village chief realized that he had lost his composure, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said excitedly:
"Girl Xiyao gave me two lists. One list contains methods for cultivating vegetables in winter, and the other list contains methods for cultivating bean sprouts."
"I'm so happy, so happy! As long as we grow the vegetables according to the list, people in our village will never go hungry again!"
The village chief's cloudy eyes were shining brightly, and he held his wife's hand tightly with both hands, feeling very excited.
Only then did the village chief's wife react. She squeezed the village chief's hand in surprise and said excitedly:
"Oh my god! Great kindness, girl Xiyao is so kind!"
The village chief calmed down and said to his daughter-in-law: "I will gather the villagers and ask them to plant according to the order as soon as possible. After this winter, the vegetables will no longer be valuable."
The village chief’s wife also calmed down and called to the village chief:
"Wait, don't worry. Listen to me. It takes at least a month or two to grow vegetables. If you can't rush it, let's lead the villagers to plant bean sprouts. It's written on the list that it takes a very long time to make bean sprouts. short."
When the village chief heard this, he was happy: "Hey, my wife is smart. I really found a good wife."
After kissing his wife on the face, the village chief hurried to the ancestral hall.
The village chief's wife blushed and said shyly, "This old guy is shameless."
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When passing by Li Hongcai's house, he happened to hear Li's mother scolding Min Xuejiao. Qiqi said happily:
"Sister, let's go see Min Xuejiao's show."
Well……
Min Xiyao's head is full of black lines, does Qiqi still have such a bad taste?
Qiqi smiled and said: "Hey, sister, Min Xuejiao bullied you and stole your fiancé. She was not doing well, so I was happy. Come on, sister, let's go to the theater."
Min Xiyao smiled helplessly, looked around, and when she saw no one was around, she cast a spell to become invisible.
Sitting on the wall of Li's courtyard, I saw Min Xuejiao vigorously scrubbing her cotton clothes in the cold snow water.
The cotton-padded clothes were soaked in water and were very heavy. In addition, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the cold water turned her hands red and covered with frostbite.
After washing a piece of clothing, she wanted to drag it out of the basin, but she had no strength. She lost her balance and the clothes fell into the muddy water with a "snap".
Mother Li was sitting on the threshold eating melon seeds as a supervisor. When she saw Min Xuejiao dropping her clean clothes on the ground, she spat the melon seed shells in her mouth onto Min Xuejiao's face.
Pointing at Min Xuejiao's forehead, she cursed fiercely:
"You useless bitch, you can't even wash a piece of clothing. What do I want from you?"
Cursing, he picked up the laundry stick next to him and hit Min Xuejiao.
Min Xuejiao was so frightened that she begged for mercy and ran all over the yard.
"Mom, mother, please stop hitting me. I'll wash it again. Ah! Mother! Please stop hitting me. Ouch..."
Min Xuejiao was frightened by Mother Li's beating. She was trembling with fear and ran while begging for mercy.
The thick wooden stick hit her, causing her to scream and burst into tears.
Mrs. Li beat Min Xuejiao several times with a stick, but it was not enough. She grabbed her hair and dragged her to the washing tub. A basin of cold water poured on Min Xuejiao's head, turning Min Xuejiao into a drowned rat.
"Ah! Mom, it's cold, it's so cold! Hongcai, help me!"
Min Xuejiao, who was soaked all over, did not dare to resist, so she could only shrink into a ball and yelled for Li Hongcai.
The cold wind howled, and her soaked clothes were about to freeze into ice. Min Xuejiao was shivering from the cold, but she could only hug her arms and beg for mercy.
She didn't dare to resist. Once she resisted, not only Li's mother would be tortured even more, but Li Hongcai would even threaten to sell her into a brothel.
Thinking of Li Hongcai's ferocious, jackal-like eyes last time, Min Xuejiao trembled all over and begged for mercy.
"You bastard, you dare to disturb Hongcai's reading. I think you are tired of living."
Min Xiyao sat on the wall of the courtyard, watching Mother Li's new round of beatings, but did not sympathize with Min Xuejiao.
When she was in the Min family, Min Xuejiao tortured the original owner the most.
When the original owner first arrived at Min's house, her grandmother, Mrs. Wu, saw that the original owner was fair and fat and had brought so much money to the family, so she decided that the original owner was the little lucky star of the family and was very kind to the original owner.
From the moment Min Xuejiao was reborn, her grandmother Wu and the rest of the family, instigated by Min Xuejiao, treated Min Xiyao's life worse and worse.
Min Xuejiao even contacted Taoist priests who traveled around to perform rituals at home to absorb the luck from the original owner, making the original owner's difficult life even worse.
It can be said that Min Xuejiao was responsible for most of the original owner's death.
Min Xuejiao robbed the original owner's fiancé and came to the Li family to be a concubine. She was responsible for all of this.
Min Xiyao thought about the past, and Qiqi said happily:
"Sister, it's so great! Evil people have their own destiny. She framed my sister and finally got retribution."
Gugu also said happily: "Sister, the color of the luck on her head has changed."
After a cooing reminder, Min Xiyao noticed that the color of Min Xuejiao's luck changed from dark red to slightly yellow.
There was even a trace of black inside that slight yellow.
Min Xiyao's eyes lit up, "Gugu, her luck has become like this, does that mean I can deal with her?"
Gugu said seriously: "Sister, she is now abandoned by heaven. You don't need to deal with it. Someone will naturally deal with her."
Min Xiyao's eyes lit up. Thinking of the mission Qi Qi once said, she felt in her heart that it would be just around the corner to bring down the two heroines.
If the two heroines lose their aura as heroines, then the fate of her cannon fodder female counterpart will change. She will no longer be cannon fodder, and she will no longer worry about being wiped out by heaven for no reason.
Thinking of this, Min Xiyao was in a good mood and had no interest in watching the Li family's drama anymore, so she went home happily.
Min Xiyao, the cannon fodder female protagonist, is very happy, but the other female protagonist is very sad.
Since Wu Chunhua came back from town last time, she locked herself in her room and cried.
Her parents were at a loss and couldn't open the door, so they could only worry about delivering meals to the door every day.
The sweet dream was shattered, Wu Chunhua cried until her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice became hoarse.
Unintentionally seeing the back of someone passing by outside the window, Wu Chunhua stopped crying, with a fierce face on her face, and murmured to herself:
"You can't let Master Deng sell me to a brothel. It's all because of this bitch Min Xiyao. Since she harmed me, don't blame me for being rude."
Looking at the direction Min Xiyao was leaving, she gritted her teeth and said:
"Min Xiyao, if you hadn't cut off my wealth, I wouldn't have been ruined by them. Because of you, I became like this. I want you to taste the pain of being tortured by thousands of people..."
