Chapter 3: Mother, the little bitch is back

As soon as I looked up, I saw a "shabby" grass shed.

The reason for emphasizing the word "shabby" is because the shed was indeed in a shabby condition.

Several grass mats were put together, with no roof or door. When the wind blew, the grass mats swayed back and forth, looking both pitiful and comical.

Just as I was speechless, two dirty little children suddenly ran out from inside.

The boy looked about six or seven years old, thin and short, and the girl was about three or four years old, unable to speak clearly. As soon as they saw Wang Yunzhao, they rushed towards him like little birds.

"Big brother, Gege."

Wang Yunzhao squatted down and hugged his younger siblings with a pained expression.

"Are you hungry? Big brother will cook for you now."

The little boy shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

The little girl quickly added, "Gege, there's no rice."

While the three siblings were talking, Song Haier had already entered the grass shed.

Seeing the interior, she couldn't help but furrow her brow.

At first, she thought Wang Yunzhao was just being polite when he mentioned being poor, but now she realized that his description of poverty was an understatement. There was practically nothing here.

All she could see was a pile of broken grass, a tattered cotton quilt with flowers, a mud-built stove at the entrance, and three chipped porcelain bowls. There was also a large earthen jar, but nothing else.

Song Haier couldn't imagine how people could be so poor. She furrowed her brow, and at that moment, Wang Yunzhao had already walked to the jar, lifted the cloth covering it, and his expression turned grim.

Indeed, there was no rice left. There were only a few grains left, not enough to satisfy the hunger of four people, including his youngest sister.

"Xiaohua, be good. Big brother will go catch fish for you to eat. You two stay with this sister and wait for a while. Big brother will be back soon."

"Hey."

As Song Haier turned to call Wang Yunzhao, he had already run out of the grass shed. The two younger ones seemed unfamiliar with her, and they huddled together, staring at her intently.

Finally, Xiaohua couldn't help but cry.

"I'm so hungry. When will big brother come back?"

Her brother shook his head. "I don't know, but don't worry, big brother has never lied to us. He will definitely catch fish."

"But my tummy hurts."

Xiaohua held her stomach, tears streaming down her face, her little face instantly becoming tear-stained.

Watching Xiaohua cry from hunger, Song Haier was reminded of her own childhood when she sat on the street crying from hunger. Later, she was rescued by her adoptive father and joined his mercenary group...

Recalling the past, a tear glistened in her eyes. She squatted down and gently stroked Xiaohua's head.

"Be good, don't cry! Sister will go find food for you. You and your brother mustn't wander around, okay?"

"Really?"

Xiaohua widened her eyes, full of hope.

"Of course."

Song Haier smiled gently, then left the grass shed and headed straight to the old Song family's house.

Following the memories of the original owner, Song Haier easily found the house of the old Mrs. Song. It was dinner time, and a chubby boy of seven or eight was sitting at the door, holding a bowl and gnawing on a chicken leg inside.

As soon as he saw Song Haier, he stood up and shouted inside, "Mom, Mom, that wretched Song Haier is back."

The second daughter-in-law of the Song family was serving food inside and almost dropped the food basin upon hearing this, quickly calling out from inside the house.

"Older son, come out and see."

"No need to look."

Song Haier pulled the little brat aside and went into the house.

The second daughter-in-law couldn't help but step back, her voice trembling as she asked, "What... what are you doing back here?"

Song Haier sneered and said, "This house was built by my parents. Why can't I come back?"

At this point, the second son of the Song family also came out, and seeing Song Haier standing at the door, he turned pale with fear.

He spoke in a harsh tone, "Song Haier, whether you're a person or a ghost, get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

As he spoke, he picked up the rolling pin lying on the table.

Song Haier smirked and with lightning speed, snatched the rolling pin from the second son and struck him on the shoulder.

Before the second son could understand what was happening, he felt a sudden weight on his knees and knelt down with a thud.

As he struggled to get up, Song Haier kicked him in the chin, causing him to spit out two teeth.

"Second son."

The second daughter-in-law reached out to help her husband but was slapped to the ground by Song Haier.

She looked coldly at the two of them and said in a chilling voice, "Let's not rush to talk about the family property. You two wolves, just wait patiently. I'm here today just to take something. Those who know what's good for them should get out of my way."

After saying this, Song Haier lifted the lid of the pot and poured all the stewed chicken into the food basin, then carried nearly half a bag of rice from the granary before calmly walking out of the Song family's house.

The couple of the second son were furious but dared not say a word.

In their eyes, Song Haier was no longer a person. The usual Song Haier would be blown away by a gust of wind, but the person standing before them now was as strong as a demon.

In their terror, Song Xiaolei cried and brought the old Mrs. Song over.

"Grandma, Song Haier pushed me. Please help me teach her a lesson."

The old lady entered the room and saw her son and daughter-in-law sitting on the ground, both with swollen faces and one bleeding from the corner of the mouth. There were also two teeth on the ground.

Unable to help herself, she asked, "What happened, Er? Wasn't Song Haier supposed to come?"

The second daughter-in-law, feeling wronged, burst into tears at these words.

She wailed, "How can you still ask us? It's all because of your bad idea. Now, not only did that fool Song Haier not die, she has turned into a demon. I was beaten by her, and she not only beat people but also took away our food and grains. Old lady, you have to think of a way for us. If she keeps coming to steal things every day, even a fortune won't be enough to withstand it."

Thinking of Song Haier's previous fierce behavior, the old lady's expression also turned unpleasant. However, despite her old age, she was very shrewd, otherwise she wouldn't have come up with a solution.

After pondering for a moment, she said, "Whether she's a demon or a human, we'll deal with her as we would a demon. I'll go to the village head's house right away, Er, you go and find out where that little wretch is staying."

While the Song family women were discussing, Song Haier had already returned to the dilapidated thatched hut.

As soon as she entered the house, she quickly called the two children.

"Quick, bring a bowl to serve the rice. These chicken legs are still hot."

The two children hadn't seen meat for who knows how long, so they took the food and immediately began to devour it.

Sitting on the side, Song Haier watched them eat and unexpectedly felt a great sense of satisfaction.

When the two children had almost finished eating, she remembered Wang Yunzhao.

"Hasn't your brother come back yet?"

Little Hua immediately stopped eating and shook her head, "No, sister, will my brother be drowned by the sea?"

Her brother immediately gave her a slap and stood up, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. Brother won't die. I'll go find him right now."

With that, he ran out the door.