Chapter 7

"How about my mother giving you a name?"

Muzhitao didn't like seeing the little guy, so naturally he didn't give him any decent name, and he was always barking like a dog and a puppy.

With those big dark and bright eyes, the little guy asked suspiciously, "Mother, doesn't the dog have a name?"

After speaking, the expression on the small face froze, and panic flashed in his eyes.

He forgot, he couldn't refute his mother's words! The current mother is too gentle, making him forget the rules for a while.

The little guy shrank his neck, waiting for the slap to fall.

After a while, there was no movement, and he secretly raised his eyes, only to see his mother looking at him with a smile.

"That name is not the real name. Mother, help you find a nice name."

The mother did not hit him, but smiled at her. This made the little guy a little stunned, he couldn't hear what she was saying, and nodded instinctively.

Bei Yutang pondered for a moment, "Ziliang Moke, Zimo. How about you call him Zimo in the future?"

Zimo Xiaobaozi nodded obediently, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

He recited his new name silently in his heart, and looked at Bei Yutang with a cautiously hidden affection, but did not dare to show it.

"Mother, are you hungry?" Zimo's little bun asked cautiously.

He is really a well-behaved and sensible child. Even if his mother abused him so much, he still thinks about her body, and he doesn't know what the original owner thought. He can handle such a child.

He didn't say it was okay, but when he said it, he was really hungry.

This body has been in a coma for a day and a night, and has not eaten since passing out yesterday. Thinking of how the original owner fell ill, Bei Yutang felt ashamed to speak.

If you quarrel with people, if you can't fight, then you hit them. He couldn't beat anyone, so he came back in a hurry. As soon as he got home, he threw his anger on Zimo's little bun.

He walked in a hurry, didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, tripped over a stone, fell a dog and ate shit, knocked his head on a wooden stake, and fainted on the spot.

Perhaps because of the injury to his brain, the memory of this wood peach became fragmented.

These fragmentary memories did not make Bei Yutang's eyes dark, at least they could handle it.

"I'm a little hungry." Bei Yutang responded.

The little bun was very flattered when he saw his mother answering his words so amiably, and stammered, "Well, then I'll go get it."

The little guy hurried out of the house, Bei Yutang looked at the dilapidated house, thought about the situation of the original owner Muzhitao's family, and let out a long sigh.

The situation in front of her is very bad for her, and can be described in four words - 'terrible'. This is a remote mountain village in the Great Zhou Dynasty, 108,000 miles away from the Southern Tang Kingdom where she wanted to take revenge.

The body she threw herself into was a village widow with a very bad reputation, powerless and unpopular. Wanting to take revenge on Gu Pianran is undoubtedly a fantasy.

She didn't forget that in Gu Pianran's harem, one of the men was the first prince of the Great Zhou Kingdom. It was very difficult to overthrow her.

Knowing that the road ahead is full of thorns, Bei Yutang has no idea of ​​flinching at all.

Xiao Baozi came into the house with a bowl of rice porridge, saying that it was rice porridge or lifted it up. The porridge was so clear that it could be seen in the mirror, and he could vaguely see a few grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl, with some wild vegetable fragments floating on the surface.

Bei Yutang knew that the pot could not be opened for a long time in this house. There were only a dozen copper plates in the house, and the grain could be counted on one finger.