Zhou wanted to push Old Lady Liu towards her mother, indicating that she had to make the bed, otherwise she would not be able to sleep at night.

She asked her second sister to help her move the summer bed leaning against the alley. She looked at the rope on it and found that some of it was bitten off by mice. She called her father to help connect it.

Father Zhou didn't dare to get angry. Since his mother-in-law was here, he had to be more obedient. He nodded to his little girl and went to find a rope to connect the broken rope of the cot.

Zhou Yu looked at her own bedding roll, then at the bedding on the big bed. What on earth was she going to do with the bedding she brought back? "Sister, are you going to use my mattress?"

"Why?" Zhou Xiang didn't understand.

"Aren't you sleeping on the cool bed?"

"You sleep on the cool bed, and Old Lady Liu and I sleep on the big bed." Zhou Xiangcai was unwilling to change the bedding!

"The cool bed is too soft. I can't even turn over in it." Zhou Yu doesn't like sleeping on a cool bed in winter.

"Then what are you still doing here? Go help Dad pull the rope and tighten the bed again?"

Zhou Yu: “…” She shouldn’t have spoken.

I don’t know what Old Lady Liu whispered to my mother, but the way my mother looked at me was very strange.

Zhou Xiang pretended not to know and sent her second sister to make the bed while she went to help her father light the fire.

After lunch, Zhou's mother asked her daughter to go to work with her. Zhou Xiang waved her hand to indicate that she had to review because she had to take a make-up exam at the beginning of the school year.

"I can review over there too." Zhou's mother didn't let go.

"Can you please forgive me? The smell of fertilizer is so irritating to my nose. How can I concentrate on studying?"

Zhou Xiang’s refusal was useless. Her mother simply hung the schoolbag around her daughter’s neck and took her to work.

Although there is only a little bit of fertilizer left in the corner of the huge warehouse, the smell, especially the smell once the door is opened, can make people cry.

Zhou Xiang just stood at the door and didn't go in. "Mom, if you have anything to ask, just ask. Please spare my eyes and nose."

Mother Zhou carefully looked her up and down before asking, "Who are you?"

"Oh, Mom, you are so funny. Don't you know who I am?" Zhou Xiang laughed out loud after hearing his mother's question, but he was still secretly alert in his heart. His mother was really perceptive.

"I don't know," Zhou's mother said seriously, "My little girl wouldn't be as bold and self-willed as you are now."

"If you think so, why do you dare to ask? Aren't you afraid?"

"It's broad daylight, what are you afraid of?"

"Alright!" Zhou Xiang sat down on the big rock beside the warehouse door. "This rock is where Mom often stood and yelled at the people who were crowding to get fertilizer to get it, 'Get in line!'"

I am still myself, but I have acquired some skills, I can tell fortunes for people. Mom, please read less Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and stop imagining nonsense."

Mother Zhou stared at her little girl's eyes in confusion.

Zhou Xiang looked at her, "Mom, how much did you hate Old Man Zhou when you went to the town? What was my temper before I went to the town? Have you forgotten? My third brother and I walked around the red wooden bed, pushing the bed frame with our fingers, and kept saying that we would come to the town together. I really followed him.

In the past five years, I have been unhappy, my third brother has been unhappy, my second sister and my eldest brother have been unhappy too. Who is responsible for this? It's not Old Man Zhou and Old Lady Liu, but you!

Why does a family have to fall apart? When we lived together before, the four of us brothers and sisters worked together and helped each other. We were all very happy, and I didn't look so tired.

But you complain I'm not fast enough. I have no food to eat after get off work. How can I be fast at just a few years old? Do I know anything? How would I know when it's time if you don't get off work? What child doesn't like to play? What child would actively go home and cook the first thing after school?

You left the older one with someone else and treated him like trash, while you kept the younger one by your side and treated him like a servant. You could have kept them together to save money and get more work done, so why did you break up the family? Now you blame me, what do you blame me for?"

Zhou Xiang's eyes were filled with tears. In her first life, she did not blame her mother and felt that her mother's behavior was understandable. In her second life, her mother was jealous and hated her, but she endured it. But why could she not find any benefit from her in her third life and instead brought all the trouble back to her? Her mother began to question herself.

"What do you blame me for? Are you blaming me for pulling your third brother out and not letting your mother vent her emotions?

Or do you blame me for pulling Big Brother out and not washing Zhou Ying and the others’ underwear?

Or are you blaming me for pulling my second sister out so that Liu Shan wouldn't be so despicable?

I found a job for my eldest brother, providing food and accommodation for 10 yuan a month, which is 15 yuan all in all. I brought my third brother to live with me, and he eats with my eldest brother, so he doesn't have to pay for living expenses. I also dragged my second sister, who had been held back repeatedly, back to do housework, which is another 7 yuan all in all. What did I do wrong?

Is it good to remain unchanged? Is it good that I have become submissive due to your torture? Is it good that my third brother has been beaten stupid by your mother?

How can you be a mother? Have you ever loved the four of us? You sent three of us to hell, and you tortured me, the only one, with your own hands.

Who do you hate?

Why are you as cowardly as your mother, afraid to confront the people you hate, but you dare to bully us powerless children? Why?

Faced with the questioning of her daughter, Zhou's mother burst into tears. Why? She also wanted to tell her daughter why she hated him.

Yes! She is a coward!

"Where did you learn the art of face reading?"

“No comment!”

Zhou Xiang wiped away his tears and stood up, "I'm going back to study."

"Wait." Zhou's mother called her daughter, "Is your uncle still alive?"

"Yes, Ling Ran promised to take me to rescue him."

"Ling Ran? Why did he do that?"

"He said I was his benefactor."

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