It's 1990 now. In her previous life, Yan Xin was born in 1992. So, in terms of time, she wasn't even born yet, and she doesn't know what Beijing is like now.

It's impossible for her to go back. Not only does she not have the money for a train ticket right now, but even if she did have the money to go to the capital, what identity would she use to reunite with her relatives?

Zhao Xiaolian is almost thirty years old, a few years older than her parents. She ran back to Beijing in Zhao Xiaolian's body, crying and telling her parents that she was their daughter. The end result was that she would be treated as mentally ill, beaten up, and then taken to the police station.

But what did all this have to do with Lin Xiazhu? Hearing Yan Xin's almost commanding tone, Lin Xiazhu laughed. This young lady really hadn't changed at all; she couldn't shake off her arrogant and willful temper no matter when or where.

"If you want me to help you, what benefits can you give me?" She's not really her mother, and Lin Xiazhu felt that she was already being kind enough not to take advantage of her misfortune.

Yan Xin jumped three feet high, angrily and unreasonably shouting, "I don't care, I came here because of you, you have to take responsibility for me."

That's ridiculous.

Lin Xiazhu ignored her and went out to eat without looking back.

Seeing her come out, Lin Chacha quickly finished the rice in her bowl, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, her little face full of worry. "Sister, what did you say to Mom? She was shouting so loudly just now, it was kind of creepy."

Then, she cautiously glanced towards the door again, as if afraid of being overheard what she was about to say. She lowered her voice to the lowest possible level, "Has Mom really gone mad?"

"Don't listen to nonsense, you're just a kid. This is hard to say." Lin Xiazhu said somewhat perfunctorily, but also with a headache.

She knew that Zhao Xiaolian was no longer their biological mother, but her three younger sisters didn't know that, and she didn't know what to do with Yan Xin.

To be honest, she didn't want her to stay in Linjia Village, and Yan Xin didn't care to stay either, but obviously, it was no use no matter what they thought.

The events that have occurred during this period have made Lin Xiazhu realize that Yan Xin has probably been carefully arranged for her; her transmigration is to play the role of Zhao Xiaolian.

They can't leave if they want to, and they can't die if they want to; they can only obediently live a miserable life.

Tsk tsk, this makes one's feelings complicated. Lin Xiazhu couldn't guarantee that she would be nice to Yan Xin in the days to come, after all, the other party had never given her a kind look.

Just as the four Lin sisters were finishing their meal, Yan Xin, who had been throwing a tantrum in her room, suddenly rushed out, glaring at the mess on the table, and said in an unfriendly tone, "I want to eat. Go and cook some new dishes. I want meat."

Before Lin Xiazhu could say anything, the second sister, Lin Chacha, who was the most thrifty, stood up abruptly and patted the eight-immortal table with a pained and worried expression. "Oh my dear mother, didn't I just give you a bowl of chicken soup? I told you to eat chicken before..."

You absolutely refused to eat it, so my sisters and I, afraid of wasting it, ate all the meat. It was the last chicken in the house; now all the chickens have been slaughtered, and there's no meat left to eat.

The chicken was killed yesterday and was specially stewed for Zhao Xiaolian to nourish her body, but Yan Xin was still on a hunger strike yesterday. Not only did she not appreciate eating the chicken, she almost spilled a whole bowl of chicken on the ground.

Lin Xiazhu then told the sisters to eat it all, and not to leave any for themselves, since the third and fourth sisters were still young. They happily ate it all.

But six-year-old Lin Chacha was very precocious and sensible. She insisted on saving a bowl of chicken soup for Zhao Xiaolian, even though it had already been drunk.

"I'm hungry, I don't care, you have to get me something good to eat." After fasting for several days, Yan Xin walked unsteadily to the stool in front of the octagonal table and sat down.

"Mom, I'll cook for you right away, but there's no meat. However, I've hidden two eggs, so I'll boil them all for you."

Lin Chacha is very sensible. After the family's only old hen was stewed and eaten, she was going to save the two remaining eggs for herself, but now she has given them all away.

Two eggs were nothing to Yan Xin, but she was starving and didn't say anything.

When Lin Chacha brought over the boiled eggs, Yan Xin couldn't wait to eat them. She frowned as soon as she took the first bite.

It's so disgusting. Ever since she transmigrated, all she's eaten has been this awful food, but if she doesn't eat, she'll go hungry.

Oh well, I'll just have this to tide me over.

After finishing her meal, she pushed the bowl away, saying, "It was awful."

Feeling rejected, Lin Chacha pouted, looking very aggrieved. She glared at Yan Xin with a disapproving look, but the latter didn't care about her feelings.

"If you think it's bad, then you can cook for yourself from now on." Lin Xiazhu sneered. You should be grateful to have something to eat; why be so fussy?

"I can't cook, I don't know how to prepare dishes, and I never go into the kitchen," Yan said matter-of-factly and confidently.

"So it's none of my business, that's your own problem. You'd better learn to be self-reliant and don't expect us to support you."

Lin Xiazhu's movements as she cleared the dishes were heavy, producing a harsh clattering sound.

"You...you..." Yan Xin pointed at her back, but couldn't come up with a clear answer for a long time.

Lin Chacha was no longer aggrieved. She glanced back and forth between Zhao Xiaolian and Lin Xiazhu a few times, and finally followed them into the kitchen. She moved closer to Lin Xiazhu.

"Sister, this isn't right. Even if you want to stand up for me, you can't say things like that to Mom. It's already pitiful enough that Mom didn't give birth to a son. When she gets old, won't she be relying on us girls to take care of her?"

Lin Xiazhu paused in her washing of dishes, turned around, and gave a faint smile. "Second sister, Mom isn't doing well right now. She might really be confused, just like you said, so we can't communicate with her in a normal way."

Lin Chacha: "..." Why did she feel like she didn't understand?

Judging from her sister's words, her poor mother has really gone mad?

"Sister, how will we live in the future? Who will earn money to support the family? I'm still young. I can only do housework and help take care of my younger sister. I really don't know how to earn money." Lin Chacha was worried and really wanted to grow up quickly so that she could earn money.

“Why worry about anything? Of course, I’ll take care of earning money to support the family. I’m the eldest sister, and I’ll hold this family together.” Lin Xiazhu’s tone left no room for argument.

“But you’re only two years older than me. It’s a miracle you can make any money. Who would hire an eight-year-old as a worker?” Lin Chacha’s face clearly said, ‘You’re just bragging. You think you can fool me? I’m smart.’

Lin Xiazhu choked on her words. This second sister was very talented in language in her previous life. She often left others speechless with her words. She was also very capable in farm work and knew how to manage a household. Unfortunately, she didn't go to school much, so she used up all her intelligence in the wrong way. She didn't have a good life in her previous life.

Lin Chacha added insult to injury, "Dad's forty-nine days have passed, and Mom is completely despondent. We only have a little rice left to eat, and we're so poor we don't even have money to buy salt. You say you can make money? Go and make some!"

“I’ll earn it tomorrow. We’ll go into the mountains for a few days and see if the mushrooms are all grown. Then we can pick them and sell them to make money.”