Yan Xin was so angry she almost vomited blood. "Lin Xiazhu, don't try to stir up trouble and make baseless accusations. Who are you calling brain-dead?"

"Whoever answers first is the one who answers," Lin Xiazhu wiped her mouth, stood up and started clearing the dishes, "Stop making a scene all day long, my sister is still young, don't scare them."

Yan Xin was never one to suffer a loss, and she wanted to get her revenge, but right now she was starving, and when she saw Lin Xiazhu clearing the table, she immediately panicked.

"Stop it, I haven't eaten yet."

"That's all. If you want some, cook it yourself." Lin Xiazhu turned and went to the kitchen without any hesitation.

Yan Xin took a deep breath and grabbed Lin Chacha, who wanted to run off to play. "It's already dark. Where do you want to go? Hurry up and cook me some food."

"There's no rice left. My sister locked it up," Lin Chacha said helplessly.

"Look at my face! I'm your mother! Who do you listen to? The rice is locked up, can't you just pick the lock?" Yan Xin glared, her voice fierce.

Mom, you really have something wrong with your head.

Lin Chacha wasn't the only one who thought this way; even the naive Lin Xiaoxue and Lin Taozi thought so too. Zhao Xiaolian used to be so indifferent to them, always with a gloomy face for 365 days a year.

Everything was done with a single order. If they dared to disobey, Zhao Xiaolian would complain to Lin Shanlai, and Lin Shanlai would beat them.

Then Zhao Xiaolian would ignore them for several days in a row, not allowing them to eat, not washing their clothes, and if she wanted them to do chores, she would have Lin Shan come forward.

Sigh, Mom changed after Dad died. She doesn't want to do any chores and keeps ordering us to cook. That's right, nowadays Mom seems to only care about food.

Lin Chacha was rather precocious. She listened to the gossipy women in the village and thought that her mother was just brooding and not cheerful, and that she had lost her mind after such a heavy blow.

No matter how abnormal her mother was, she would never have guessed it was because her embryo had been replaced.

People with a broken mind are unreasonable and cannot be reasoned with. Lin Chacha rolled her eyes, broke free from her mother's grasp, and ran quickly to the kitchen.

"Sister, Mom says she's starving and wants me to cook for her. Can you give me some rice? We children shouldn't go too far." Lin Chacha had little affection for Zhao Xiaolian, but she still remembered that this person was her mother.

She can't bring herself to ignore her own mother.

"We won't starve. We drank most of the chicken soup in the earthenware pot. It's impossible for us to starve." Lin Xiazhu quickly washed the dishes and left the kitchen, showing no intention of getting rice to cook for Yan Xin.

Lin Chacha scratched her head. Her grandmother used to say that her sister's personality was most like her mother's—gloomy and sullen, with no warmth at all. Now that she looked at it, it really was true.

My sister used to be very submissive to my parents, and they treated her like an ox. They only remembered her when they needed her to do chores; otherwise, it was as if she didn't exist. Back then, my sister never showed any dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, he held a grudge in his heart, and now that he sees that his mother's mind is not right, he's starting to take revenge.

If Lin Xiazhu knew what Lin Chacha was thinking, she would definitely say, "Pah, this person isn't her biological mother. In her past life, Zhao Xiaolian sucked her blood for more than ten years. What did she say? In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore and just cut ties with her family."

Even after breaking off the relationship, she couldn't find peace. In the end, she was forced to leave her hometown and go to the capital, a place where she had no relatives or friends. If it weren't for her more than ten years of experience working on the assembly line and her innate superhuman strength, how could she, who was blind in one eye, have become the assembly line supervisor in a small factory?

The past is too painful to recall. After being reborn, if Zhao Xiaolian hadn't been possessed, Lin Xiazhu felt she wouldn't have much of a mother-daughter bond with her. She had already paid off all the debts of raising and giving birth to her in her previous life, and in this life, she just wanted to stay away from Zhao Xiaolian.

After her rebirth, Lin Xiazhu had been preparing to leave Linjia Village. First, she pretended to go into the mountains to guard the mushrooms, but in reality, she was digging for wild ginseng. She planned to sell the wild ginseng and then leave with her sisters.

Her original plan was to take Lin Chacha and Lin Taozi with her, and leave Lin Xiaoxue with her mother, because in her previous life, the smart and sensible Lin Xiaoxue was the only one who had ever been loved by Zhao Xiaolian.

Of course, that happened a year after Zhao Xiaolian remarried following her father's death.

The reason why Lin Xiaoxue was able to win Zhao Xiaolian's favor was naturally because she was shrewd and clever. To put it bluntly, she was good at flattery, opportunism, and knew how to climb up by stepping on her sisters.

In her past life, Lin Xiaoxue played a crucial role in Zhao Xiaolian's transformation into a vampire, so after learning the truth, Lin Xiazhu was completely disappointed in Lin Xiaoxue.

After being reborn, she almost decided to abandon her to her fate. Alas, in the end, it was all because Lin Xiazhu was soft-hearted. Seeing the innocent four-year-old child sucking her thumb and staring with wide, innocent eyes, she couldn't bring herself to be ruthless.

She's still so young. If she tries to straighten it, she should be able to, right? If we keep a close eye on her from now on, she can't be crooked anymore.

After all, Zhao Xiaolian is probably dead. In this era, or rather, without the protection of her family, Yan Xin is a useless person. She can't even support herself, let alone take care of a four-year-old child.

Thinking about the large family she had to support, Lin Xiazhu felt a wave of helplessness. She was only eight years old! Even if she had the strength to do a lot of work, it would still take a child laborer.

She sold ginseng and made money... Well, an eight-year-old can't do much on her own, so she has to rely on an adult's name to get things done.

So Yan Xin is still somewhat useful, otherwise Lin Xiazhu wouldn't support her. If she wanted to stop her from taking the leftover chicken soup, with her lightning speed, could Yan Xin have snatched it from her?

However, Yan Xin is too disobedient. She dared to steal her ginseng. Who knows what else she might covet in the future? This kind of mentality is unacceptable. We must nip this idea in the bud.

So Lin Xiazhu went to Lin Shanfu's house that night. The next day, Old Mrs. Lin came over early in the morning to call people, "Second daughter-in-law, Zhao Xiaolian, come with me quickly, it's time to get to work."

"Oh dear, now that the second son isn't home, you need to pull yourself together. There are four girls at home waiting to be fed. You need to be more capable and come with me to pick fertilizer and gather weeds."

Yan Xin, who had finally fallen asleep, was jolted awake by the sound and sat bolt upright in bed. Old Mrs. Lin's voice seemed to be a spell enveloping her. She felt that Old Mrs. Lin was like a corpse driver, shaking a bell and controlling her to take a step.

It's work again. Damn it, how could she forget about this? It's an inescapable curse. So what kind of work is picking fertilizer and gathering weeds?

Lin Xiazhu still had some conscience; before Yan Xin left, she slipped a boiled vegetable into her hand and, before her angry daughter could throw it away, spoke up:

"Imagine being unable to die, suffering a living hell while also having to do heavy work... Eating something can at least reduce some of the pain."

"Waaaaah, when will this end? I might as well be dead." Yan Xin cried as she stuffed an egg into her mouth. She had long since accepted reality, but she was still unwilling to accept it.

"What are you crying about? If you don't want to eat, then give it to me. I haven't eaten since I woke up this morning. You're all ungrateful wretches, not a single one of you is filial. You heartless little brats!" Old Mrs. Lin was very angry that she hadn't received any eggs.

No, the second brother's family doesn't even have a chicken, so where did the eggs come from? Could they have stolen them from her house again?