The moment the word "commune" left her lips, Zhang Lan's face turned completely pale. This was a time of severe crackdown; if someone reported her to the commune for deliberately pushing someone into the water, even if she didn't go to jail, she'd be paraded through the streets! Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down, muttering, "It wasn't me...it really wasn't me...you were just being careless..."

Seeing that Zhang Lan was about to give herself away, Old Mrs. Shen quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright! We're all family, what's all the arguing about! Wanqiu, don't make a mountain out of a molehill, it must have been your own carelessness. Hurry up and come home with me to change your clothes, if you catch a cold, we'll have to spend money to see a doctor, and we don't have that kind of spare money!"

"Go home?" Lin Wanqiu looked at Old Madam Shen, her eyes full of mockery. "Go back to which home? The home where you treat me like a slave, or the home where my sister-in-law steals my grain every day?"

In the original owner's memories, Old Lady Shen never gave her a kind look. In winter, she made her sleep in a drafty woodshed, and she was only given half a cornbread to eat. She even secretly gave Zhang Lan the fabric that was part of her dowry from her family. Shen Nian'an was even more pitiful. She suffered from long-term malnutrition and was so thin that she was just skin and bones. The last time she wanted to eat an egg, Old Lady Shen scolded her, saying, "You're a waste of money and don't deserve to eat it."

Old Mrs. Shen was speechless with anger, then pointed at Lin Wanqiu's nose and scolded, "You unfilial child! Your husband has only been gone for half a year, and you dare to talk back to me! I think you don't want to stay in the Shen family anymore!"

"Whether I stay or not is not up to you." Lin Wanqiu picked up the still-crying Shen Nian'an, and the little guy immediately hugged her neck tightly, pressing his icy face against hers. Lin Wanqiu's heart softened instantly. This was the original owner's son, and also her son now. She absolutely could not let this child suffer any more injustice. "My husband sacrificed his life, and you didn't give me a single penny of the government's compensation; you secretly gave my dowry to my sister-in-law; you wouldn't even let my son have a full meal. Tell me, what's the difference between me staying in the Shen family and staying in an ice cellar?"

The women around nodded in agreement, clearly agreeing that Old Mrs. Shen had gone too far. Old Mrs. Shen, losing face, angrily retorted, "The pension belongs to the Shen family! The dowry belongs to the Shen family! You, an outsider, what right do you have to take it? If you dare not come home with me today, I'll report you for filial impiety to the commune!"

"Go ahead and sue," Lin Wanqiu said, carrying Chen Nian'an as she turned and headed towards the west end of the village. In the original owner's memories, there was an abandoned cowshed at the west end of the village; although dilapidated, it at least provided shelter from the wind and rain. She was soaking wet and needed to find a place to change her clothes quickly, or she would catch a cold. "But you'd better think it through. If the people from the commune ask, I'll tell them everything about how you tormented me and how my sister-in-law pushed me into the water. Then, it's hard to say who will be the one who loses face."

Old Mrs. Shen was too intimidated by her words to move. She watched helplessly as Lin Wanqiu carried Shen Nian'an away, still muttering curses under her breath, but her voice grew softer and softer. The women around, having witnessed the commotion, dispersed one after another. Only a few kind-hearted women secretly slipped Lin Wanqiu two cornbread buns, telling her to quickly fill the child's stomach.

Lin Wanqiu carried Shen Nian'an, walking unsteadily towards the west end of the village. The north wind blew even harder, and Shen Nian'an shivered from the cold, but still whispered, "Mother, An'an isn't hungry, give the steamed buns to Mother."

Lin Wanqiu's nose tingled, and she hugged the child even tighter: "An'an, be good, Mommy isn't hungry. Let's find a place to change clothes first, and Mommy will make you something delicious when you're warm."

She said this, but she wasn't sure what to do. The original owner was penniless, without even a clean cotton-padded coat, and the abandoned cowshed was drafty from all sides. How would they survive the winter? And what about the child in her arms, who was chronically malnourished? What would happen if he were to freeze and starve?

Just then, the jade pendant on her chest started to heat up again, this time even more intensely. Suddenly, a blurry image flashed before her eyes—a spacious and bright warehouse filled with rice, flour, cured meat, cotton clothes, various fruits and vegetables, and even the rice cooker and pressure cooker she used in her previous life!

Lin Wanqiu was stunned. What was this...?

She subconsciously focused her mind on the warehouse, and the scene before her suddenly became clear, as if she were actually standing inside. She reached out to touch the rice, and her fingertips actually touched a heavy bag of flour!

"Space! This is a space!" Lin Wanqiu was both surprised and delighted. In her previous life, when she read transmigration novels, she often saw that the protagonists had a space as a cheat, but she never expected that she would have one too! Moreover, this space was transformed from an ancestral jade pendant, and the resources inside were a godsend!

Suppressing her excitement, she carried Chen Nian'an and quickened her pace to the abandoned cowshed. The cowshed was indeed dilapidated, with holes in the roof and half of the four walls collapsed. The ground was covered with dry grass and mud. Lin Wanqiu placed Chen Nian'an on the dry grass and used her mind to retrieve a thick down jacket from her spatial storage—this was one she often wore in winter in her previous life. Although the style was somewhat outdated in the 1960s, it was warm enough.

She quickly helped Shen Nian'an change into a down jacket. The little guy's eyes lit up when he put on the light and warm clothes. He touched the zipper on the sleeve and asked curiously, "Mom, this coat is so soft, what is it made of?"

"It's something Mother hid away before, specially for An'an." Lin Wanqiu didn't dare to tell the truth, afraid of scaring the child. She took out one of her own cotton-padded jackets from her spatial storage, quickly changed out, and threw the wet clothes aside, immediately feeling much warmer.

After changing her clothes, Lin Wanqiu's stomach was growling with hunger, and Shen Nian'an also rubbed her stomach, her eyes full of longing. Lin Wanqiu smiled and took out two meat buns from her spatial storage—these were her favorite pork and scallion filling from her previous life, and they were still warm!

She handed a meat bun to Shen Nian'an. The little guy took the bun, took a small bite, and the meat juice instantly burst in his mouth. His eyes lit up, and he wolfed it down, saying indistinctly, "Mom, the bun is so delicious, much better than the steamed bun!"

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