Wang Jing floated up and down, as if she were dreaming.

"You brat, get up and cook! Are you a pig?"

A sharp, sarcastic voice rang out, pulling Wang Jing back to reality.

She got up, slowly folded the quilt, and glanced at the calendar on her desk.

August 1, 2012.

Wang Jing took a deep breath, suppressed her chaotic thoughts, opened the door and went out.

When Grandma Wang saw An Xian, she slapped her across the face.

"Just because it's a holiday doesn't mean you can sleep in! Look at the time! It's 6:30! The pigs haven't been fed yet! Are you trying to rebel?"

Is the old woman in front of her, with her sharp features and even sharper words, her grandmother?

Does she have a grandmother?

Wang Jing didn't think so, but she was indeed one of the culprits who ruined her life.

Wang Jing covered her face, her expression indifferent.

Once inside the kitchen, he sat obediently in front of the earthen stove and tended the fire.

He still looks like that pathetic wretch who never fights back or talks back.

"You're such a waste of money! Look at all the other girls, they're all out cutting pig feed at five in the morning! Your mother couldn't give you a son, and you're lazy and good-for-nothing! You want to go to high school? Go to hell, you should be preparing to get married!"

Wang Jing remembers that when she heard these words in her past life, she made a huge scene.

She was then beaten by Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang until her head was bleeding, and her health deteriorated after that.

This time, Wang Jing remained silent.

She is fourteen years old this year, but she has suffered from malnutrition since childhood.

He looks about the same age as a ten-year-old child in the city.

Because of years of farm work and housework, her skin is dark and her hands look like those of a seventy or eighty-year-old woman.

Grandma Wang's expression softened when she saw how honest Wang Jing was.

His face lit up even more when he thought of the gifts that the lame and blind old man Wang had brought.

"Mom, let me do it!" Aunt Wang hurriedly went into the kitchen and began to work diligently.

Grandma Wang glared at Mom Wang: "Hmph, if you weren't incapable of giving birth to a son, why would I have to worry about so many things at my age?"

A look of remorse appeared on Wang's mother's face: "It's my fault! It's my fault!"

Grandma Wang scolded for a while longer, and seeing that Wang Jing and Wang Ma were both trembling with fear, she finally left the kitchen satisfied.

"You good-for-nothing! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be living like this!"

As soon as Grandma Wang went out, Wang Ma, who had just been all meek and submissive, suddenly turned vicious.

The way he looked at Wang Jing was not like he was looking at his daughter, but rather like he was looking at an enemy!

“You and that man gave birth to me, so what’s the use of blaming me? Why don’t you admit you’re useless? All these years, you’ve been scolded by my grandma one minute and then you take it out on me the next. You don’t deserve to be my mother! Don’t think I don’t know that when my sister was born, you were the one who threw her into the water tank!”

In the past, Wang Jing wouldn't have said anything, after all, she was used to being submissive.

But the thought of what these so-called "relatives" were going to do to her made her heart sink.

Moreover, she always felt that everything in front of her was a bit strange.

Does she have a mother?

These mountain people are uneducated, simple and honest, yet extremely wicked.

The idea of ​​valuing sons over daughters and male superiority over females is deeply ingrained.

When Wang Jing was four or five years old, her mother gave birth to another daughter.

Wang Jing was angry that she hadn't given birth to a son, so she threw her newborn daughter into a water tank.

She kept cursing until the baby girl died.

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Such people are so ignorant that they are worse than animals.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

Wang's mother's eyes widened. She dropped the spatula in her hand, picked up the broom beside her, and was about to hit Wang Jing with it.

"You good-for-nothing, how dare you talk back! Who's responsible for our elementary school's poor performance all these years? It's all because you don't take care of me!"

When Wang Jing's mother picked up the broom, she took advantage of her small stature and darted out of the kitchen.

"Grandma, my mom's gone mad! She actually called you an old hag!"

Grandma Wang was eating sunflower seeds when she heard this, and she was furious.

He didn't believe it at first, but when Wang Jing pushed him, he bumped into Wang's mother who rushed out of the kitchen.

The broom in Wang Ma's hand was made of thin bamboo sticks, which directly cut Wang Grandma's face, drawing blood.

"Good! Useless things! They've rebelled!"

Grandma Wang was so angry that she picked up a shovel and started hitting her mother with it.

The mother was already stunned and unable to move, and besides, how could a broom withstand an iron shovel!

By the time they realized what was happening, they had already been knocked to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jing's eyes turned cold, and she shoved Grandma Wang hard.

The other person stumbled, and the shovel slammed hard into Wang Jing's head.

Immediately, Wang Jing fainted, blood gushing from her head.

"Oh my god!"

The exclamation came from Grandpa Wang, who had just returned from hoeing the fields at the entrance of the courtyard: "Old woman, you've killed someone!"

Grandma Wang was also startled, and with a "clatter," the shovel in her hand fell to the ground.

The usually fierce old woman was now somewhat at a loss. "How could this be? I just wanted to teach this useless thing a lesson. Why did I touch it like that?"

At this moment, Wang Jing said timidly, "Grandma, the teacher said that I will be shot. Do you know what shooting is? It's like the kind of gun in the movies, which goes through the whole head and brings out the brain matter."

"Even if they don't execute you, they might use poison, like a rat that's been poisoned and can't even hop around! Even if you don't die, you'll still go to jail."

"I heard there are a lot of bad people in that cell. Once you're in there, you'll not only be bullied by the guards, but also by those other people. Very few people make it to the end."

"Ah—!" Grandma Wang cried out, "I don't want to go to jail! Old man, what are we going to do?"

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