Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Two immature little hands just touched Xia Bai'an's neck.

Then I heard Xia Bai'an talking in his sleep: "Sleep well..."

Mo Xue was so shocked that she withdrew her hands, but Xia Bai'an hugged her even tighter. It was warm and not that annoying.

She hummed a few syllables sullenly from her nasal cavity.

Let her go this time.

If she does something next time, I will definitely kill her without hesitation!

After all, Mo Xue was just a child, but she fell into a deep sleep after a while.

In the darkness, Xia Bai'an slowly opened his eyes, and the sweat in his palms soaked his cuffs.

She was only in a light sleep just now, and felt an invisible murderous intent running up her back, and before she opened her eyes, she felt the child's hands on her neck, her heart beat violently, and she pretended to babble a few words in her sleep.

Unexpectedly, this little child has so many thoughts.

It's better to improve your favorability more to save this life.

Xia Bai'an changed his position and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he fell into a deep sleep with lingering fear.

The next morning.

Mo Yu is already well, and after getting up and washing, he can run around in the ground. I heard that Xia Bai'an made roasted pork with bamboo shoots yesterday, and today he is sitting in front of the kitchen with a stool, looking in from time to time.

Mo Xue also stepped on the small bench, took out the leftover bamboo shoots from yesterday, and roasted meat for his younger brother.

Xia Bai'an helped out, and when the meals were done, she took the hoe to the small vegetable garden at the back, and reclaimed the only small area left. She also wanted to plant some flowers, and when the house was repaired, she would decorate it everywhere. What about.

In the room, Mo Xue and Mo Yu muttered a few words.

When Xia Bai'an came back, he heard Mo Xue finished his last bite: "Mo Yu and I are going to the next village."

Xia Bai'an wiped his hands: "Which village are you going to? How long are you going? What are you doing?"

"I want you to take care of it!" Mo Xue glared at her.

You little bastard, you don't think of her as your mother at all, do you?

Xia Bai An walked forward with a cold face, just as he was about to teach him a lesson, he caught a glimpse of a lot of roasted meat and vegetables left on the table, as if left for himself.

The anger just now dissipated in an instant.

The child is something that makes people angry, but also makes people happy.

Mo Xue was frugal, so she took a little meat and roasted bamboo shoots, and now she is willing to keep so much for herself, really...

Xia Bai'an said patiently: "I am the mother of you two, so of course I need to know where you are going and what you are doing. Otherwise, when you are lost, how can I explain to your father?"

I heard the word daddy.

Mo Xue immediately behaved a little better: "Let's go to Zhangjia Village next door, to... to meet a good friend, we haven't played with him for a long time."

Zhangjia Village is only five or six miles away from here, which is much closer than the road to the town.

Xia Bai'an nodded in agreement.

Mo Xue's eyes lit up slightly, and she led Mo Yu outside.

Xia Bai'an finished his lunch in a hurry, but he was still worried, so he secretly followed the two children.

When the two little guys came to Zhangjia Village, they didn't even look at the children playing at the door, but plunged into the home of one of the few scholars in Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Shusheng is a man who has lost his name in Sunshan. Although he is depressed every day, he can read and write. He still teaches in the village and helps people in the village and outside the village to write family letters to earn money.

Xia Bai'an quietly hid behind the big tree, listening.

"Scholar Zhang, can you write a letter for us?" Mo Xue stepped on her feet before reaching the scholar's desk, only showing a pair of round and big eyes looking at him.

"Child, I have to charge money for writing letters here." Zhang Shusheng looked coldly.

"I don't have money, but I have this, just write me a letter."

Mo Xue carefully took out a greased paper bag from her arms, with a few pieces of meat inside.

meat!

This is an expensive item in a mountain village. After all, it is surrounded by mountains, surrounded by wolves, tigers and leopards. If you want to eat meat, you have to wait for the hunters to go up to the mountain to hunt, at most once a month, and the prey will be divided among the family. Not much, and there is no oily smell on weekdays.

Not to mention the fat and thin pork belly in Mo Xue's hand, which is excellent.

Zhang Shusheng's eyes were straightened, his throat rolled, and he tore his gaze away from the pork belly: "What do you want to write?"

"Come here, I'll tell you to listen."

Mo Xue looked around cautiously, tugged at Scholar Zhang's ear and murmured.

Xia Bai'an frowned.

The little kid has a secret of his own.

But on second thought, who is this kid writing letters to?

She recalled the details in the book carefully, but found out an old name, Mo Qian.

Different from these three villains, Mo Qian is regarded as a half-tool man in the book, a loyal brother and sister. It is said that he is the adopted son of Mo Che, but he did not elaborate on when he was picked up.

It's just that in the middle of the book, Mo Xue watched Mo Qian being chased to death with his own eyes, thousands of arrows pierced his heart, and his head hung high on the city wall in March, which became an important node in Mo Xue's later blackening.

Xia Bai'an searched all over for this name, but there was very little mention of it in the book.

"He's really a tool guy..."

Xia Bai'an rubbed his forehead helplessly.

The point is that she still doesn't know when this child was adopted by Mo Che.

If the details could be known, as long as Mo Qian's death could be prevented, Mo Xue's later blackening could be prevented.

She took a deep look at Mo Xue and saw that she was threatening Zhang Shusheng like a human being. She was afraid that Zhang Shusheng would take things and do nothing, so she curled her lips and went back first.

Who can fool her.

As soon as she returned to the village, she saw Mrs. Wang rushing towards her excitedly: "Sister, the matchmaker you found in the city yesterday is here, and she said she found a good man for Xiuhong."

"So fast?"

Xia Bai'an was startled, could it be that the matchmaker on the ground is faster than the Yuelao in the sky?

Not far away, I saw Matchmaker Wang from that day walking towards me with a smile on her face.

"It looks like it's Sister Xia's business, so don't hurry up. Just now I came here and wanted to meet you for a cup of tea, but I didn't expect that there was no one at home, so I sat at Aunt Wang's house for a while."

"I just went out for a walk."

Xia Bai'an smiled, and hurried to meet Matchmaker Wang to the house.

Mrs. Wang also happily went back to tell the good news.

Matchmaker Wang only looked at the stone house, showing disgust for a moment, Xia Bai'an saw it, but didn't say anything, just poured her a cup of tea: "The hospitality is not good."

Matchmaker Wang glanced at the tea, but didn't make a move after all, just looked around: "Why didn't you see your daughter?"

"My child, you are playing outside."

"It's only sister Xia who is kind enough to take care of children as a stepmother."

Matchmaker Wang covered her mouth and smiled lightly. Seeing Xia Bai'an's expression was calm, she hurried forward, "Sister Xia, do you know that we are going to change the county magistrate?"

"Have not heard."

"Then I have to have a good talk with you." Wang Matchmaker came forward, "This new county magistrate is an old man who retired from the city. He has a lot of money. He had an eldest grandson a few years ago. Just looking for a child bride, seeing how handsome your baby is, why don't I recommend it for you?"

The teacup in Xia Bai'an's hand slammed on the table with a bang.

Outside the door, Mo Xue suddenly opened her eyes wide.