After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Qianqian brought Qin's family and sister to the thatched house.

This is the residence in front of the Xia Family's Shaowa family. It has been in disrepair for a long time and is in tatters, but it can shelter from the wind and rain. There is nothing unacceptable that Xia Qianqian can turn from the wife of a wealthy president to a lame girl.

Everything is her retribution, who made her swear for divorce to let God hear?

"Big sister, we have a home." Xia Yunyun ran around happily, "I can continue to play with my friends in the village."

"Yeah." Xia Qianqian sat down on the stump in front of the thatched house and began to think about life.

Can she go back to modern times? How can I go back? Before going back, how to solve the survival problem?

The light was good at noon, and Qin fumbled through a broken book to give her: "Qianqian, this is what your father left. You keep it."

"The Technique of Burning Tiles." Xia Qianqian turned it over. It was Xia Dingshan's experience of burning tiles during his lifetime, and he wrote it in great detail. Gu Yanjing likes to make porcelain, so he built a small kiln at home, where Xia Qianqian's ears are well received, and he also learned some knowledge about porcelain burning. Now that she has this experience, she can try to sell watts for money.

Qin went to sweep the floor and wiped the dust, busy for a while, barely able to move in the thatched cottage.

"Qianqian, the house is ready, your legs are so bad that you lie down, go to bed and lie down for a while." Qin said.

Xia Qianqian took a look at her leg. He had been congested and swollen from walking and standing for a long time. She carried the "Title Burning Technique" into her arms and walked into the thatched cottage with a sigh.

If she really can't go back, she doesn't want to be a lame, this leg should be raised well.

The thatched house is about twenty flat. The so-called bed is actually some corn stalks on the ground and a wooden board. The only item on the bed is the torn quilt that was covered on the cart last night.

Xia Qianqian began to miss Gu's soft bed and silk quilt even more. Fortunately, she is a hiking enthusiast. She often goes hiking with her teammates on her back. She is used to all kinds of bad conditions and is not hypocritical. If Gu Yanjing, who has a habit of cleanliness, passed through, he would rather freeze to death than cover the torn quilt.

Xia Qianqian began to fantasize about Gu Yanjing walking around in the thatched hut holding his nose and screaming from cockroaches.

"Hahaha, the way of heaven is reincarnation, who is forgiven by heaven!" Xia Qianqian laughed with her arms on her hips.

Qin was frightened, and patted her face worriedly: "Qianqian, what are you talking about?"

Xia Qianqian was photographed back to reality, and found that she was the one who was "reincarnated by the way of heaven", and said nonchalantly: "I'm talking, this is my retribution."

"Qianqian..." Qin's nose was sour, tears came down, "I'm sorry, it's all my mother's incompetence, I can't protect you..."

Xia Qianqian was most afraid of women crying, and said quickly: "It's okay, I can protect you."

"Qianqian, you lie down, and my mother will cook the porridge for you." Qin wiped away tears, helped Xia Qianqian lie down in the dim light, and helped her press the corners of her bed.

From last night to now, Xia Qianqian's body and mind have been suffering from unprecedented torture. She was so tired that she fell asleep after lying down.

...

When I woke up, it was noon, and every household in the village was lighted up for dinner. Xia Qianqian smelled the scent of rice porridge and dragged his legs out.

The Qin family set up a fire in the yard and was making porridge. Xia Yunyun put her chin on her hands and looked at the boiling pot eagerly: "Mother, when can I drink the porridge?"

"It's almost done, when your eldest sister is about to wake up, we will drink together." Qin said.

"Good." Xia Yunyun answered obediently, swallowing her saliva.

Xia Qianqian looked sour.

Many years ago, she squatted pitifully on the ground like Xia Yunyun, looking at the steamed buns in the pot, drooling with greed. It was not until I was found home by my father that I started to eat and wear warmth. At that time, her mother had passed away, but she had a five-year-old sister who took good care of her.

The eldest sister is like a mother.

From now on, she will be Xia Yunyun's sister. She has to provoke this home.