Noon.

The sun is shining brightly, and a golden light covers the entire village.

In the back mountain outside the village, a little girl wearing a coarse cloth clothes walked out slowly.

“It’s so hot!”

Fat Miaoer raised her chubby little hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her fair face frowned slightly, and her little mouth couldn't help but mutter.

She was originally a cat from the 21st century.

Who would have thought that just half a month ago, she came here by chance and became a farmer girl - Zheng Miao.

Zheng Miao is six years old this year.

Because she was born as thin as a kitten, her family gave her a nickname - Fat Miaoer, in order to help her grow up healthily, which matched her name.

"I would have a cup of herbal tea!"

Fat Miaoer licked her lips, withdrew her thoughts, and walked towards the village with her small basket on her back.

The small village is called Dashi Village, and it is named after a large stone at the entrance of the village.

Pang Miaoer's home is located at the east end of the village. It is a row of dirt houses, surrounded by wooden boards, forming a large courtyard.

“Cruff!”

Fat Miao'er reached out and pushed open the door and walked in, her big, black and lively eyes glanced around.

No one!

There were only a few chickens appearing, which seemed particularly quiet.

What's going on, what about people?

Fat Miao'er scratched her head. Before she could figure it out, the door to the room slowly opened, and a figure appeared in front of Fat Miao'er and waved to her.

"Fat Meow, come in!"

"oh!"

Fat Miaoer responded lazily, put down her backpack and entered the room.

There were a lot of people in the room.

Most of the old man, old lady, second and third rooms are there.

Fat Miaoer was a little surprised and always felt that the atmosphere was strange.

She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She lowered her head, moved her steps, and slowly stood beside her father.

Just stood still.

Old Mrs. Zhou said: "Three, our family is not rich, we can't afford to raise idle people, and we can't raise children for others. Let me think this is the case, let Fat Miaoer be a child bride for Silang."

"In this way, we Silang doesn't have to spend money to get married, and Fat Miao'er can continue to stay in our old Zhou family."

Old Mrs. Zhou is in her forties, wearing a silver hairpin, her hair is meticulously combed, and she has a pair of hanging triangular eyes. When she looks at people, her face looks a little mean.

Her eyes slightly surpassed Fat Miao'er and fell on Zhou Laosan.

"Three, what do you think?"

"Mom, I..."

Zhou Laosan frowned and hesitated and couldn't speak.

The fat Miaoer next to her heard it and her eyes suddenly became round.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Shiro on the side.

It happened that Shiro was also looking at her.

Feeling the fat Miaoer's gaze, Silang grinned and smiled.

A mouthful of yellow teeth was particularly conspicuous on his dark face.

“…”

In a moment.

Fat Miaoer dislikes her.

He pouted and thought angrily: She is a proud cat.

Let her marry a slug?

Don't even think about it!

"Dad, I won't be a child bride." The fat cat raised his head and looked at Zhou Laosan with watery eyes.

That's right!

Zhou Laosan is not the original owner’s biological father!

The original owner was also not named Zhou.

After her biological father passed away, she remarried to the Zhou family with her mother.

Half a year ago, her mother died of dysfunction, leaving behind a newborn little brother, and she lived alone in the Zhou family.

However, Zhou Laosan is very good to this stepdaughter.

Carefully take care of the cold and ask about your well-being.

In this way, life is not a bad time.

"father!"

Seeing that Zhou Laosan was not speaking, the fat Maoer reached out and pulled his cuffs, calling him crisply.

"Hey, hey..." Zhou Laosan came back to his senses and looked at his mother in embarrassment.

Not to mention that Fat Miaoer is unwilling to be a child bride for Silang, even he is unwilling to do so.

Although a bit unauthentic.

But he still felt that Siro was not worthy of his daughter.

Zhou Laosan took a deep breath and retorted: "Mom, isn't this good? Fat Miao'er was brought by Mei Niang. I will treat her as my own daughter. From the bottom of my heart, I treat her as my family."

"Now, let her be a child bride for Silang, and her daughter becomes a niece-in-law. This, this..." Zhou Laosan gritted his teeth and said directly: "My son can't accept it."

"If you can't accept anything, just get used to it." Old Mrs. Zhou glared, crossed her legs, moved into the kang without being moved.

Seeing this, Zhou Laosan continued to persuade: "Mom, this is not a thing that is used to or not. The key is that it sounds bad when it is said! The villagers will definitely rub our backbone behind our backs and see our jokes, then..."

Before Zhou Laosan could finish his words, Silang's mother Ma started yelling.

"Oh!"

"Isn't it just that my third brother didn't like our Silang! He looked down on this son-in-law!"

Ma glanced at Zhou Laosan in a sarcastic manner, and saw that he didn't respond, he became angry.

One of them pushed hard at the man beside him, staggering.

He still complained: "It's all your fault that you are not successful, you can't make money, and your son cannot become a rich young master, and you are looked down upon by your own uncle."

"oops!"

"Why is my life so miserable? Why did I marry you such a futile thing?"

Ma shouted loudly while pushing his own man.

The sharp sound pierces the eardrum.

Zhou Laoer quickly got up, his body flashed, and he avoided it.

At the same time, he turned cold and retorted impatiently: "I'm talking about Fat Meow, what do you pull on me? You don't urinate and look at me, and you still dislike me."

"I tell you, don't touch me anymore, be careful I will beat you!"

Mr. Zhou clenched his fists in his twenty fingers, gestured at Ma Shi twice, his eyes wide open were full of warnings.

Ma's family was not a big deal. Seeing that Zhou Lao Er was hard, she was not afraid at all, so she raised her neck and walked forward.

"What, do you want to hit me? If you have the ability to hit me, you will be beaten here and die!"

"you!"

"What are you!"

“…”

"Bang!"

A broom flew over into a parabola and landed at the feet of the two.

Zhou Laoer and Ma were shocked and subconsciously took a step back, leaving the two sides apart.

"Okay, stop arguing, what's it like!" Old Mrs. Zhou scolded.

She glared at her second daughter-in-law Ma, and dissatisfaction flashed in her sharp eyes.
To be continued...