Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

Smoke rises.

Washing up, lighting the fire, the water in the pot went from calm to ripples.

Stew medicine, pick wild vegetables, and cook the stove.

When grandma comes back, the house becomes lively.

Grandma wouldn't let her brother get up to work, so he sat on a chair and collected wild vegetables.

Sister Jiang Yu continued to stew yesterday’s medicine in the clay pot.

The medicine you spend money on should never be wasted.

I also kept the medicine dregs from yesterday. I planned to stew two packages of medicine dregs together again, which would be equivalent to three packs of medicine.

Grandma is quietly collecting python meat.

The reason why Jiang Mianmian knew this was because A Niang didn't avoid her. A Niang probably thought she was too young to understand.

Then Jiang Mianmian was on A Niang's back, looking at the pieces of meat with fear.

It was cut like a salmon, I don’t know how big it should be.

Then she saw my head~~.

oh oh oh oh...

Grandma kill me.

Jiang Mianmian felt that her baby's little heartbeat had stopped several times.

I am so surprised.

A brightly colored and huge python head was cut up and placed there.

At first glance, she thought it was a dragon head.

It's the kind of lion dance during festivals... lifelike.

oh oh oh oh...

This head is on her chopping board.

Ao Ao Ao, the eyes are yellow and have vertical pupils.

Doesn’t it mean that even if the snake’s head is chopped off, it should be prevented from biting people?

If this head bites someone, it can swallow her whole in one bite.

But Jiang Mianmian took a closer look and saw that these were all chopped into works of art... they should not bite anyone.

So scary, so scary.

She was so frightened that she burped twice.

Goosebumps appeared on the tender skin of a baby, it must have started.

Grandma worked very seriously and even hummed a song unconsciously.

Jiang Mianmian couldn't quite understand the lyrics. It might be a local folk song.

I probably understand one sentence: "Yuyu~silly cat~fat~...Yuyu~~silly cat~~fat~~"

I don’t know if that’s what it means, but the tune sounds similar.

It sounds like a very harvest song.

I can feel that grandma is in a good mood.

And the work speed is so fast that it’s a bit dizzying.

Jiang Mianmian, who had burped twice, fell asleep amidst the rhythmic rhythm of her mother's work.

Before going to bed, she thought vaguely that she would definitely remember this scene when she grew up.

Grandma's back is so soft, like a ship, swaying and drifting, but she never has to worry about falling off, she feels at ease.

Dreams are sweet.

At this moment, in the evening.

The room is actually a bit dark.

A woman lowered her head, holding a big knife, and cut the meat without any emotion. A huge python with an unyielding head sat there, staring coldly.

This woman is colder than a python.

Like a perverted murderer.

However, if you look closer, you can see that the reason why she is squatting is to make her back close to a flat slope, so that the baby on her back can sleep more soundly.

The baby's face was pressed against her back, sleeping flat, with the flesh on his face bulging. His mouth muttered softly from time to time, and his breathing was very light, as if he was snoring and blowing small bubbles.

She is the fiercest hunter and the gentlest mother.

……

evening.

In the county government lobby, the plaque hanging high in the mirror is solemn and deserted.

Already off duty.

Everything is dealt with in the morning.

In the afternoon, cases are generally not accepted.

The county government office is in the center of the county, with the City God's Temple on the left and the residences of some wealthy lords with profound backgrounds on the right.

Today's world is not peaceful. There are both natural and man-made disasters.

The treacherous ministers are in power and the slanderers are monopolizing the power.

The people are living in dire straits.

However, the rich have vast hectares of land, while the poor have no place to stand.

In a building in the westernmost corner of the county government office, there was a man who looked like a scholar sitting.

Various medicinal materials are neatly placed in the house, and each medicinal material is labeled with its name, use, year, and quality.

This was supposed to be a messy house with too many things.

But it was tidied up in an orderly manner, and a wooden board was connected to the window to look like a table.

Stacks of grass roots were stacked into stools.

A man in a coarse robe is sitting here. He must have been sitting for a long time. The grass roots are smooth and smooth.

The table made of wooden boards is connected to the small wooden window, and light will come in. Under this light, you can read and write.

The man's handwriting is very elegant. If you just look at the words without looking at the content, you will be able to make people clap and praise him for his good handwriting.

However, these densely packed characters do not write poems and articles, but just the same herbs and notes.

The ink on the table is also the worst kind. It clumps easily, so you have to be more careful when writing. There is always a pungent smell, but fortunately it can be overcome by the smell of medicine in the room.

The man wrote many, many words in such a corner. If he were a scholar, he should have writing calluses on his hands, but he did not. There were many calluses on his hands, covering up the writing calluses.

People who are unfilial and disloyal will not be able to take scientific examinations.

No one would vouch for him.

He was cut off from studying and progressing many years ago.

But at that time, he didn't understand how important this matter was.

Every day after that, he worked, repeated work, day after day, and could never see hope or the future. Not only did he have no future, but neither did his children.

Throughout his life, he did the hardest and most tiring work and ate barely enough food to satisfy his hunger.

For the rest of their lives, they will be inferior to pigs and dogs.

He gradually understood, he fought, and he knelt down and begged for his child.

When he was kicked out of the house, he did not kneel down. Later, when he had a child, he knelt down easily.

Without telling his wife, he fell to his knees and received more abuse and humiliation.

It turns out that there is no gold under a man's knees. After you kneel down, others will only spit on you and step on your backbone hard, bending and crushing your backbone.

Let you sink to the bottom of the earth and never be able to get over.

If you give sincerely, you will be rewarded. If you give sincerely, you will be hurt.

This room is small and stuffy, with only a small window and a thin light.

However, here, he read all the books he could get his hands on, wrote and recorded them over and over again.

The job he did was more work but less money. The only advantage was that he could write.

He was ashamed as the head of the family and could not provide enough food and clothing for his wife and children.

Incompetent to the end.

It's evening.

The bells of the City God's Temple rang.

There will be three sounds.

After three calls, those wealthy families will serve dinner.

From where he sat, he could see not far away, and he could just pass through a small door. When the small door was opened, he could see the street outside and the side entrance of a house across the street.

The side door opens five times a day.

There were a lot of people coming in and out.

His hand tapped the table gently.

Watching the side door open, two people came out.

He stretched out his right hand, rubbed his stiff neck, and turned his head.

Then he buried his head and continued writing.

The house is filled with the fragrance of medicine.

The ink marks appear on the paper bit by bit.

Arsenicum, Nux vomica, Sichuan Wu, White Aconite, Pinellia ternata, Nanxing, Qingniang bug, Kansui, Tenghuang, Stephanotis, Naoyanghua, Hongshengdan, Toad fennel, Yangjinhua...

It's medicine that's three parts poisonous, and these medicines are extremely poisonous.

Under the medicine list, there is a piece of paper that writes a person's life in detail.

Wu Liu has a mole at the corner of his eye. He is good at using awls. He is five feet three and likes to eat West Street Corner Hejia Meat Pie.I have a sweetheart who is married and lives at No. 40 Six, West Street...

Finished.

He tore up the two pages again and crumbled them.

it's dark.

He stood up and pushed the door open.

The man came out, with long hair draped over his shoulders and gentle steps.

When you meet someone, you will greet them politely.

He is very popular.

"Big big, open!" Several government officials who were gambling saw the oncoming Jiang Lao'er and shouted, "Mr. Jiang, come on."

Jiang Changtian waved his hand and explained in a good-tempered manner: "My wife and children are waiting, and I want to go home."

When I walked out of the county government office and passed by the Chenghuang Temple, there was a lot of incense. The worse the world was, the more prosperous the incense was.

The City God's Temple is not far away, and it becomes even more lively with people coming and going.

The fragrance of women overwhelms the fragrance of Buddha.

Red sleeves are long, come on, guest, come up and have a seat.

Jiang Changtian walked by without squinting.

Passing by a steamed bun shop, he stopped, hesitated, and bought two meat buns.

Then he continued walking with the steamed buns in his arms, his pace speeding up slightly.

It was getting dark, and the trees on both sides were showing their claws.

He used to be afraid of the dark.

Grandma always locked him in a room alone without any light. He saw countless scary things in the black room.

Later he became a father and gradually became less afraid.

Because the child is like a lamp, illuminating his dark heart.

He walked quickly, the wind in his ears.

Slowly I heard the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs.

He couldn't control the smile on his face.

almost home.