Chapter 1 Thrown into the Cowshed (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Momo, don't scare Mommy. Please wake up. Mommy doesn't want your daddy anymore. Mommy only wants to be with you."

Xu Qingmo felt her body being shaken. Her head felt heavy and her back of her head hurt terribly, as if she had hit something.

Something's not right...

The word "mother" was too foreign to her. Her mother died not long after she was born, and her father sent her to the most miserable slave area on Earth to toughen her up.

She struggled and persevered, and just as she was about to achieve success, her father cruelly murdered her...

Xu Qingmo suddenly opened her eyes. In a thatched hut made of four wooden stakes, she was lying on a woman's lap, and large tears were falling on her face.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet." A weak, childish voice rang out.

The woman holding her was stunned, as was Xu Qingmo.

She's clearly an adult, so why does her voice sound like a child's? Did she time travel?

Ignoring Xu Qingmo's cold attitude, Wang Jing hugged her tightly and cried even louder.

Xu Qingmo was very dissatisfied with this intimate behavior, but deep down she longed for it.

It's likely that the original owner of this body shares the same blood as this woman, and a familial bond binds her, preventing her from pushing the other away.

"Moo..." The sound of a cow rang out, and Xu Qingmo then realized that she was in a cowshed, surrounded by a strong smell of cow dung.

She frowned in disgust, the wound on the back of her head hurting even more.

"Hiss..." She had gotten used to pain when she was in interstellar space, so why is the pain so intense now that she's in this child's body?

Wang Jing noticed this scene and quickly picked up Xu Qingmo, walking unsteadily towards the barefoot doctor's house.

Xu Qingmo drifted off to sleep and had a dream. In the dream, in a dilapidated mud house, Wang Jing and a man wearing patched clothes got married in front of the villagers.

Afterwards, Wang Jing became pregnant, and the man and his family began to show their true colors, robbing her of all the money and food coupons she had brought with her.

After that, the group used Wang Jing's money to repair the house, find a wife for their second son, and use some of the remaining money as a dowry for their youngest daughter.

Suddenly, the man who married Wang Jing appeared in the house. He threatened and coerced Wang Jing into giving him money to pay off her gambling debts. Wang Jing cried and said she had no money. The man did not believe her and beat her up. The original owner was only five years old. She took short steps and ran to Wang Jing, opening her arms to protect her mother.

The original owner was thrown aside by the man, and the back of her head hit the leg of a table next to her. While she was still alive, the man and his family took advantage of the darkness to abandon her and her daughter in the cowshed, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Even Xu Qingmo, who had witnessed countless deaths on the battlefield, felt a pang of sympathy for the original owner's plight.

From this dream, we learn that Xu Qingmo shares the same name as the original owner of this body. The original owner's mother was a capitalist's daughter who was sent to the countryside as an educated youth in Xujia Village. A local man named Xu Yuanlong sneaked into her house under the cover of darkness.

Wang Jing was unable to resist and the other party succeeded.

In the 1970s, a woman's chastity was her life's destiny, and Wang Jing was forced to marry Xu Yuanlong.

She thought that by offering her family fortune, the other party would be able to live a good life with her. However, after seeing how much wealth she had, the other party's greed grew...

"She's just a money-loser. If she dies, it's because her life was short. Why do we need money for treatment?" A furious voice rang out as Xu Yuanlong's mother, Wang Xiuzhi, stood with her hands on her hips, urging Wang Jing and Xu Qingmo to leave the barefoot doctor's house.

Wang Jing's eyes reddened with grievance, and she said to Wang Xiuzhi, "I've given you all my money. Momo's treatment only costs 1.2 yuan now. As long as you give me 1.2 yuan, I can overlook what you took from me before."

Several families were also present at the barefoot doctor's house. Hearing the commotion, they gathered together and began to discuss it animatedly.

"I knew it! How did Wang Xiuzhi's family suddenly become so wealthy? It turns out they took money from their daughter-in-law. They even said that her son had found a way to make money in town."

“Wang Xiuzhi always likes to cover up her shamelessness, praising her family as very good at making money. In fact, her eldest son, Xu Yuanlong, is idle all day long and spends any spare money on gambling. Her second son, Xu Hai, only studied for a few days, yet he was able to marry the daughter of the village chief’s cousin. He gave a dowry of one hundred yuan, and that money should have been paid by Wang Jing.”

"I also heard that Wang Xiuzhi prepared a dowry for her youngest daughter. Otherwise, that dark-skinned, ugly, and fat daughter would have had to stay at home and wouldn't have been chosen by anyone from the next village."

"They didn't take a liking to her daughter; they took a liking to her daughter's dowry money. Everyone's poor now; they'd need money to buy food..."

"All of you shut up! All you do all day is gossip about other people's family matters. If you say another word, I'll tear your mouths apart!" Wang Xiuzhi shouted again, and the families in the village fell silent.

Wang Jing still wanted money, but Wang Xiuzhi grabbed her collar and slapped her several times across the face.

Wang Jing's face immediately turned red and swollen.

Wang Jing, mindful of needing money for Xu Qingmo's treatment, didn't dare to lay a hand on Wang Xiuzhi.

Wang Xiuzhi became increasingly agitated, cursing under her breath, "You good-for-nothing slut, a piece of trash who can only bear daughters. It's your good fortune to be able to marry my Yuanlong. You even said that all the money and things in the house were taken by you. How dare you open your mouth and say that? It was clearly my son who earned it."

Wang Jing, "I was the one who took it..."

Another slap landed on Wang Jing's mouth, silencing her from saying anything more.

"Bullshit! You were penniless long ago. You went to great lengths to climb into my Yuanlong's bed so you could stay in our Xujia Village and have food to eat. I never expected you to be such an ingrate. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also deliberately stir up trouble. I'll beat you to death today."

Wang Xiuzhi glanced around, grabbed a broom, and chased after them.

The next second, the broom spontaneously combusted in her hand, burning the skin off her palm.

She gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands, and the fire burned in her palms.

She can't get rid of it even if she wants to.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Behind Wang Jing, a small figure appeared. Xu Qingmo stared coldly at Wang Xiuzhi, enjoying her pained expression.

In the interstellar world, she awakened fire-based abilities, but after transmigrating into this small body, her abilities were suppressed to only 30%.

But it's enough to deal with someone like Wang Xiuzhi.

"Oh dear, my hands are on fire! Someone please save me..." Wang Xiuzhi cried out in pain.

Those around witnessed Wang Xiuzhi clutching a ball of fire in her hand and retreated in fear, all afraid of being implicated.