Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Wang Guifen's screams, like an alarm, instantly echoed throughout the entire Meng family courtyard.

"What happened? Mother! Why are you lying on the ground?"

The curtain to the west room was suddenly flung open, and a burly man rushed out.

The man was wearing an oil-stained work vest, with a muscular build and a fierce face. He was none other than Meng Jingui, the second son of the Meng family.

Immediately after, a woman with prominent cheekbones came out cracking sunflower seeds; it was Second Aunt Zhang Cuihua.

When the two men saw Wang Guifen lying in the pile of chicken droppings and making a scene, they immediately exploded.

"Oh my goodness! What kind of disaster has this happened?! Are you all planning a rebellion?!"

Zhang Cuihua spat out a melon seed shell and began fanning the flames in a shrill voice, "Your mother raised you with so much care, and this is how you show filial piety? You even beat your elders! You deserve to be struck by lightning!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jingui's dark face immediately turned long.

He strode into the east room and immediately saw Lin Wanrou squatting on the ground putting shoes on Meng Yaya.

"Lin Wanrou! You barren hen, how dare you hit our mother?"

Without a second thought, Meng Jingui swung his hand and slapped him across the face.

In the Meng family, beating Lin Wanrou was commonplace. With her older brother away, this room became a punching bag; anyone in a bad mood could kick her.

Lin Wanrou trembled with fright, instinctively covering her head and curling her body into a ball.

The expected pain did not materialize.

"Second Uncle, do you not want your hands anymore?"

The child's innocent voice carried a strange chill.

Meng Jingui felt as if his wrist was being clamped by an iron clamp, and the pain was excruciating.

He looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Meng Yaya, who was only knee-high to him and as thin as a kitten, was holding his wrist with one hand.

That little hand was white and looked like it would break at any moment, but at this moment it seemed to be welded to his bones.

"You... let go! You little bastard, let go!"

Meng Jingui was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He tried to pull his hand back, but it wouldn't budge.

He felt like his wrist bones were about to shatter!

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Meng Yaya asked.

"I'll curse you!" Meng Jingui blurted out.

"Oh, so you admit you're a bastard."

Meng Yaya exerted a slight force on her wrist.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

"ah--!"

Meng Jingui let out a pig-like scream and knelt down on the ground.

His wrist was at an odd angle, clearly dislocated.

Zhang Cuihua, who was watching the commotion at the door, had scattered sunflower seeds all over the ground, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

How...how is this possible?

A three-year-old child made a 200-pound strong man kneel down?

Meng Yaya let go of Meng Jingui's clothes as if she found them dirty, and wiped them off.

Without even glancing at her second uncle writhing on the ground in pain, she turned and grabbed Lin Wanrou's hand.

"Mom, let's go outside and get some sun."

The house stank, filled with the smell of mildew and the bad breath left by that old hag Wang Guifen.

Lin Wanrou was completely dizzy. She was led by her daughter and mechanically walked into the yard.

In the courtyard, Wang Guifen was still wailing. When she saw that her son had been crippled, she cried even more loudly.

"Gods and Gods! I can't live anymore! This is the eldest son's family being possessed by an evil spirit! They even dare to attack their own uncle! Jianjun! Jianjun, where are you? Come out and beat this little beast to death!"

As she shouted, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old slowly walked out from the backyard.

Meng Jianjun, Wang Guifen's youngest son, was also her darling. He idled away his days, stealing chickens and dogs, and was a notorious good-for-nothing in the village.

He had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and a small stone about half the size of his palm in his hand, looking impatient.

"What are you howling about? Can't a person get some sleep?"

When Meng Jianjun saw his second brother kneeling on the ground wailing and his mother rolling around in the chicken coop, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared at Lin Wanrou and her daughter.

"Sister-in-law, this is where you're wrong. We provide for you at home, yet you tolerate this good-for-nothing's violent behavior?"

He tossed the stone in his hand into the air, caught it, and walked over with a cocky look on his face.

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll break this brat's legs and throw him into a ravine!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and smashed the stone at Meng Yaya's head.

If that hits hard, a three-year-old's head will definitely be cracked open.

"don't want!"

Lin Wanrou, with a burst of unexpected strength, lunged forward, trying to use her body to block the stone.

"Mom, move aside."

Meng Yaya gently pushed Lin Wanrou's waist with her small hand.

Despite seemingly using no force, Lin Wanrou involuntarily took several steps back, just in time to avoid the attack range.

The stone flew past Meng Yaya's ear.

Meng Yaya stood in the center of the courtyard, her small body ramrod straight.

She glanced around at the yard full of exquisite creatures.

A madwoman pretending to be crazy, a violent second uncle, a mean-spirited second aunt, and a rogue younger uncle.

Is this the environment where the original owner lived?

No wonder he was tortured to death.

If we don't teach them a lesson, they won't be able to live like this anymore.

Meng Yaya didn't say anything, but took her short legs and walked straight to the corner of the yard.

There was a large stone millstone there.

That used to be a communal table in the village, but it broke down and the Meng family brought it back to use as a dining table. It weighs at least two or three hundred pounds, and it usually takes two strong men to pry it up with a lever to move it.

The whole family's eyes were on her, wondering what this crazy girl was up to.

Meng Jianjun scoffed, "What? Scared out of your wits? Trying to hide under the millstone?"

Meng Yaya walked up to the millstone and patted the rough stone surface.

She bent down and gripped the edge of the millstone with her two small hands.

Sink your Qi to your Dantian.

Up!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the incredibly heavy bluestone millstone slowly lifted off the ground!

Wang Guifen's screams stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed her by the neck.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The tiny baby, barely taller than the millstone, carried the enormous millstone with both hands and walked steadily over, step by step.

With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

The small figure was shrouded in a huge shadow, yet it appeared so terrifying.

Meng Yaya stopped two meters in front of Meng Jianjun.

"Whose leg were you trying to break just now?"

She tilted her head and asked in a childish voice.

If you ignore the thing she's holding above her head, the scene is actually kind of cute.

But at this moment, in Meng Jianjun's eyes, this was a living Yama!

"You...you stay away! Are you a human or a ghost?"

Meng Jianjun was so frightened that his legs cramped, and he stumbled backward, finally collapsing to the ground.

If that millstone were to fall, he'd be turned into mincemeat!

"Clang!"

Meng Yaya loosened her grip.

The millstone slammed heavily between Meng Jianjun's legs, only centimeters away from his groin.

The ground was smashed into a deep crater.

Meng Jianjun felt a chill in his lower body, followed by a surge of heat.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

"From now on, if anyone dares to lay a finger on my mother again..."

Meng Yaya patted the dust off her hands and pointed to the millstone that had sunk into the ground.

"This is what happens."

The entire room fell silent.

Even Wang Guifen, who is usually the most domineering, is now cowering by the chicken coop, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This isn't a three-year-old! This is clearly a little monster with superhuman strength!

After doing all this, Meng Yaya felt a wave of weakness wash over her.

This body is too weak; that burst of power just now was already its limit. A rumbling protest came from its stomach; it was so hungry its viscera was churning.

She ignored the group of terrified bastards and pulled up the dumbfounded Lin Wanrou.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Let's go back to the room and eat."

Only after the mother and daughter went inside and closed the broken wooden door did the people in the yard seem to come back to life.

Back in the house, Meng Yaya plopped down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), panting heavily.

Lin Wanrou then came to her senses and hurriedly touched Meng Yaya's arms and legs.

"Ya Ya, are you...are you hurt anywhere? How could you lift something so heavy? Won't it crush your growth?"

Her focus wasn't on why her daughter had suddenly become so strong, but rather on whether her daughter had gotten hurt.

Meng Yaya felt a warmth in her heart.

This is what a biological mother is like.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm just hungry."

"Hungry... Mom has hidden half a cornbread here. Wait a minute, Mom will get it for you."

As Lin Wanrou spoke, she reached for the wooden box containing only a few tattered clothes.

Knowing about her family's predicament, Meng Yaya stopped her.

"Mom, stop looking and close the windows tightly first."

Meng Yaya looked around to make sure no one was watching.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the depths of her mind.

That familiar gray space is still there!

That was her spatial ability that she awakened in the apocalypse; inside was a small warehouse of two hundred square meters.

The supplies she collected in the apocalypse also somehow ended up in this world!

Compressed biscuits, canned luncheon meat, purified water, anti-inflammatory drugs, and even a few military daggers...

Meng Yaya had a thought.

Suddenly, a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of mineral water appeared in my hand.

"Mom, eat this."

Lin Wanrou was blocking the window cracks when she turned around and her eyes widened in shock.

What are those silver-packaged blocks? And why is the water in that clear bottle so clear?

"Ya Ya, where...where did this come from?"

Lin Wanrou turned pale with fright and lowered her voice, "Did you steal your grandma's secret stash? Put it back right now, or you'll be beaten to death if you get caught!"

"It wasn't stolen."

Meng Yaya tore open the packaging, and a rich aroma of wheat instantly filled the room.

She broke off a small piece and put it into Lin Wanrou's mouth.

"It was given to me by a fairy godmother. He said I was very strong and he was afraid I would starve to death, so he specially gave it to me."

The most effective way to deal with rural women in this era is through feudal superstition.

As expected, Lin Wanrou was stunned.

The cookie melted in her mouth, a sweet taste she had never experienced before in her life.

"Grandpa Fairy?"

"Yes. Grandpa Fairy said that I will protect Mommy and go find Daddy from now on."

Meng Yaya handed her the water, "Mom, eat quickly. You need to eat to have energy."

Looking into her daughter's bright, sparkling eyes, Lin Wanrou burst into tears.

She didn't know anything about real or fake gods.

All she knew was that her daughter did it so that she could live.

"Okay, Mom will eat."

The mother and daughter hid in the dimly lit room, sharing a meal that would have been considered a luxury in those days.

After eating and drinking her fill, Lin Wanrou's complexion became rosier.

Meng Yaya lay in Lin Wanrou's arms, pondering the path ahead.

This old Meng family is no longer a place to stay.

Although we intimidated them just now, these people are like stubborn leeches; they'll definitely come up with more dirty tricks.

Moreover, this body is too weak and needs to be properly recuperated. Although there are many things in the space, they must have a visible source.

Just then, a deliberately hushed voice came from outside the door.

"Mother, are we really going to sell that girl? She's so strong now, what if she causes a scene..."

It was the voice of my second uncle, Meng Jingui.

"Nonsense! We need to sell her quickly precisely because she's strong! Otherwise, our whole family will be getting bullied and treated like dirt!"

Wang Guifen's voice was sinister, revealing a viciousness.

"I've already talked to Old Li from the next village. His mentally challenged son really needs a child bride. Although that idiot can fight, that girl is strong and can take a beating! All we have to do is drug her, put her in a sack, and send her to Li's village, and it'll be a done deal..."

"What about the bride price?"

"Fifty yuan after it's done! Plus twenty catties of pork! With that money, Jianjun's bride price will be enough!"