Chapter 82 Departure
After resting for a while, the team set off.

Qin Sanniang was sitting on an ox cart sewing shoes. Yu Laoer had added a shed to the cart, which could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Qi Fang was driving the car with a happy smile on her face.

She and A Niang were finally going to leave Maoxian and start a new life in a place where no one knew them.

No one laughed at her for being a hen that didn't lay eggs anymore, and no one said in a regretful and sorrowful tone that she was a good girl who had found a Zhongshan wolf.

There are still 30 taels of silver left in her hand, which is enough for them to survive the first few years. What's more, she can set up a stall with her second cousin's wife. Her life will only get better and better in the future.

Lin Xiao'e took in a 13-year-old orphan girl from the refugees in the mine as a maid and changed her name to Xiaotao. Now that Xiaotao was driving a cart, she was teaching Xiaotao to recite poems in the carriage.

Honglian and Lumei felt their scalps tingling after hearing this. They were glad that they were not Master Lin’s maids, otherwise they would have suffered the torture of driving a carriage.

Lumei whipped the horse on its butt, and the carriage accelerated forward, passing Lin Xiao'e's carriage and going to the front.

Batian was sleeping in the carriage, and Pan Yingying leaned on him, writing down the method of growing bean sprouts on the sketchboard, and also wrote down anything she found useful.

She was reluctant to buy a house from the mall, but she was willing to buy novels from the mall! Novels were much cheaper than prescriptions, and they could help her kill time.

Yu Chaosheng's voice came from outside the curtain, "The road is bumpy, so don't read. It's bad for your eyes. If you are nearsighted, I can't perform surgery on you."

Pan Yingying said "Oh", thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

When she was in the organization, there was a sharpshooter who wore glasses. He was invincible when he wore glasses, but without glasses he couldn't tell the difference between humans and animals. She didn't want that to happen.

Putting the book down, Pan Yingying took out from her space the anti-flea collar that she had bought before but had not had time to modify, and prepared to make one for Batian in size XXXXXX...L.

The colorful collars are connected together, and the colors are so bright that it is different from other tigers at first glance.

Yes, even during the famine years, no other tigers were as fat as hers.

Batian was very happy to be dressed up by Pan Yingying. He tilted his head back and hummed, stretching his neck to look left and right in the carriage.

Pan Yingying knew what it was looking for, and had no choice but to take out the mirror from the space.

"Go ahead and take pictures. I don't know who taught you to be so conceited!"

Thinking of Yu Chaosheng's delicacy, Pan Yingying finally understood where the source was.

She put away the mirror, slapped Tyrant on the head, and muttered, "If you don't learn good things, you will learn bad things." She then pulled its ears and muttered, "You are a tiger, the king of beasts, don't you understand? Look at you now... you look so majestic."

Batian: “Ah?” He is just a little tiger less than half a year old and really doesn’t understand what you are talking about.

Pan Yingying didn't expect it to understand now. Anyway, her fists were hard enough and it hurt a lot. If it didn't obey in the future, she would beat it. A few more beatings would make it sensible. A filial son is born under the stick.

For no reason, Batian shuddered.

It moved its buttocks again, and carefully stretched out its head to look at Yu Chaosheng who was driving outside.

"What's wrong, son? Do you miss your daddy?" Yu Chaosheng grabbed its big head with his backhand.

"Come, come out and sit here." He patted the seat next to him, motioning Batian to sit next to him.

Fat Tiger swung his tail, sat next to him, and looked up, not knowing what he was thinking.

Pan Yingying lifted the curtain and hung it up. Seeing this figure from behind, she couldn't help but take out the Polaroid camera from her space and took a photo. Ever since raising Tyrant, Yu Chaosheng has become a photography enthusiast and even bought photo albums specifically to store its photos. In just over three months, he already has two thick albums.

The carriage rolled forward and passed a forest. Batian stood up and wanted to jump down, but Pan Yingying quickly grabbed the back of Mingyun's neck and said, "What are you doing? You want to run around again?"

Batian struggled and twisted his body continuously, and even tried to use his claws to pull Yu Chaosheng who was standing beside him.

Yu Chaosheng quickly rescued it from the tigress, "If it wants to go play, just let it go. It's no big deal."

Pan Yingying glared at him and said, "You know it doesn't like to brush its teeth or take a bath."

Before, it went out for a walk with Yu Chaosheng and caught a pheasant. It came back covered in dirt and blood, and it took a long time to brush its teeth and take a bath.

Yu Chaosheng hugged Batian and thought it was normal for children to like to go out and play. "Hey, I'm giving it a bath and brushing its teeth, so I need to go out for a run." He smoothed the fur on Batian's neck that was messed up by Pan Yingying. "Our Batian is a tiger, not a cat, right, Batian?"

Batian rubbed its face, turned around and jumped out of the car without waiting for Pan Yingying to speak.

Yu Chaosheng waved at it and said, "Son, Dad is waiting for you in front!"

The cars behind heard what he shouted and burst into laughter.

Zhao raised her hands and pressed her temples. She didn't understand why her daughter and son-in-law were so keen on being the parents of a tiger.

Zhao: I don’t understand, but I respect it.

Yu Qiuer saw Batian running into the woods, and she made a trumpet shape with her hands and shouted at it, "Batian, come back early, sister left some dried meat for you!"

Little Wang raised her hand and slapped her on the back, saying angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yu Qiuer pouted in dissatisfaction and threw herself into her sister's arms, "Batian is my uncle and aunt's son, and I am his sister."

Little Wang raised her hand again, and Yu Laoer, who was driving, spoke up, "Okay, okay, aren't we all following Lao San's lead?"

He didn't think there was anything wrong with having a fat nephew. Didn't his in-laws say that the cats and dogs in those wealthy families are raised as if they were their own children? It's just that the third brother's family has a big cat.

Little Wang reached out and twisted his lower back, "She is a little girl and doesn't understand things. You, as her father, don't understand things either?" What if the Pan family has any objections?
The pain from the lower back made Yu Laoer grimace. Now all the women in the team have learned this trick from the third brother's wife. They would twist their men's lower backs at any time. There was no way to complain!

But now they have learned some self-defense moves from the women who came behind them, and their attacks are ruthless and vile. They are concerned that they are the mothers of the children, so they may not be their opponents if a fight really breaks out.

Just thinking about it makes me shed tears of sadness.

When Yu Laoer raised his eyes, he saw Wang Yougen and Yang Juanzi's hand twisting his lower back.

The two of them froze in unison. It was obvious that Wang Yougen had also seen what Xiao Wang had done.

"Hehe, hehe." The two of them smiled awkwardly at the same time, then grinned at the same time, and finally turned their heads away awkwardly and cracked their whips at the cow.

Yu Qiuer looked up and exchanged a glance with Yu Chuner, and the two sisters burst out laughing.

After fleeing, not only my uncle and aunt, but also my father and mother have a better relationship.

After walking forward for another half an hour, Yu Chaosheng stopped the carriage and decided to have lunch here.

At this time, Batian came back quickly with a hare in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)