"Clean the toilets diligently! Maintaining hygiene is very important!"

"Old ginger, smelly and stinky, cleaning the toilet is such an easy job!"

"Go away, go play somewhere else, stop making a scene!"

After chasing away the unruly children who were singing rhymes around him for the nth time, Jiang Wanmin, with his back hunched, began his workday.

He's been cleaning the toilets on these two streets for seven years!

In those seven years, first his stepson attacked and injured someone and was shot dead on the farm, then his biological son accidentally fell to his death in a ravine in the countryside.

Jiang Wanmin has experienced many trials and tribulations.

By the way,

Jiang Wanmin had thought of his daughter, who had severed ties with him and disappeared without a trace, countless times.

Unlike missing his son, every time Jiang Wanmin thought of his daughter, he was filled with deep regret, regretting that he hadn't made a move on her when she was younger.

That way, I wouldn't have been ruined by her, losing my job and my house, and living such a miserable life.

"Why!"

Jiang Wanmin sighed, cursing Jiang Xile for the 1,789,601st time in his heart.

He went from being a regular worker with a monthly salary of 37.8 yuan and about to be promoted to a higher position to a temporary worker earning 13.5 yuan a month.

With such a stark contrast, how could one not feel resentment?

What's more, his once proud big house and big yard are gone now, and his family of three is now living in a storage room of less than 20 square meters.

However, Jiang Wanmin did not think that he was at fault for forcing Jiang Xile to retaliate in this way; he only thought that the other party was too cruel and petty.

"As expected, if it's not my own child, it just won't work!"

Amidst his daily resentment, Jiang Wanmin cleaned one toilet after another. As soon as he returned home, he saw his youngest son fast asleep on the bed.

This is my last bit of flesh and blood, but looking at the sky, it's clear that school is still in session at this time.

That good-for-nothing, he's skipping school again!

"Jiang Donghai!"

A loud shout woke Jiang Donghai from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sniffed.

"Ugh, Dad, hurry up and go wash up, the stench is killing me! It's all your fault, you made me get laughed at by my classmates, it's so annoying!"

Jiang Wanmin felt a lump in his throat and shouted through gritted teeth:

"You little brat, what did you say? How dare you look down on me!"

Awakened by the noise, Jiang Donghai lost all patience and abruptly sat up in bed.

"Are you ever going to stop? You keep going on and on, can't you just be quiet for a moment? What do you want to do?!"

"You brat, how dare you talk to me like that!"

"Then what do you want me to say? Can't you smell the stench on yourself?"

Can't you pay attention? Look at the stench in the whole room now! My classmates say I live in a toilet!

"Don't worry about what others say. I'm sending you to school not so you can compete with others."

Now that the college entrance examination has been reinstated, if you don't study hard, how will you succeed in the future and make a lot of money!

Even though Jiang Wanmin hadn't attended school for long, he could clearly see the current situation. Given his family's circumstances, studying hard was the only way out.

"A successful person, making a lot of money? What else do you want me to do? You're throwing things that you yourself can't do onto a ten-year-old kid. You should be more careful!"

Jiang Donghai was extremely disgusted by the long-winded principles his parents kept repeating to him, and the ridicule from his classmates at school only intensified his rebellious tendencies.

"You're ten years old now, but can you stay ten forever? If you don't work hard now, you'll definitely suffer in the future!"

Jiang Donghai wouldn't listen to a word of Jiang Wanmin's advice and waved his hand impatiently.

"Just do your job and see what happens later!"

Jiang Wanmin clutched his chest, panting heavily, clearly angered by his unfilial son once again.

There was a noise at the door, and Zhang Guilian came in carrying a half-basket of vegetable leaves.

"What are you two arguing about again? I could hear you from far away. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves!"

Jiang Donghai pursed his lips, unusually not arguing with his own mother, but his expression wasn't good as he looked at the half-basket of vegetable leaves.

"I can't control your son anymore. He skips school four days a week. The school might be calling for his parents again in a couple of days!"

"Okay, I'll talk to him about it later. Don't be angry. Hurry up and change your clothes and rest!"

Zhang Guilian comforted Jiang Wanmin, then turned around, picked up her vegetable basket, and went out again. These few vegetable leaves were the ones she had painstakingly collected at the market.

If they eat sparingly, it'll be enough for their family to eat for two days. Sitting on the low stool by the door, Zhang Guilian sighed.

Seven years have passed. In these seven years, she has fully experienced what hardship and suffering mean, but fortunately, she has made it through.

When Zhang Guilian received the news of her eldest son's death, she could hardly believe it. But at that time, they were too poor to even afford the travel expenses, so they could only let the farm do as it pleased.

Even now, she hasn't been able to retrieve her son's ashes, but after so much time, she's not so fixated on it anymore.

Looking at her rough, withered hands, Zhang Guilian had thought of escaping this place countless times, but her reputation was ruined, and no one in the surrounding villages would marry her.

She could only stay by Jiang Wanmin's side, barely surviving. But things are different now. With the resumption of the college entrance examination, the restrictions in all aspects are not so strict.

Perhaps she still has a chance; she doesn't want to live like this anymore, not knowing where her next meal will come from.

She chose to seduce Jiang Wanmin so that she and her child could live a better life.

Unfortunately, his good days didn't last long, and Jiang Wanmin ended up in this miserable state.

As for Jiang Xile, Zhang Guilian never felt that she had done anything wrong. As a stepmother, it was already very kind of her to be able to give her a bite to eat.

That ungrateful wretch actually turned around and blamed her, causing her to lose her job and be criticized by the factory. If it weren't for this brat, she wouldn't be living such a miserable life!

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have found a way to get rid of that damned girl as soon as I entered the Jiang family. Even if I didn't kill her, I should have sold her to human traffickers to prevent her from causing trouble for me.

Zhang Guilian, who showed no remorse, failed to recognize her own mistakes and that she was the one who had driven Jiang Xile to this point.

If she and Jiang Wanmin hadn't gone too far, Jiang Xile wouldn't have sought revenge on them for the sake of the original owner, since a life was involved!

The family of three lived with their own differing thoughts until one day, Jiang Donghai repeated Jiang Shengli's old path and was sent to a juvenile detention center at a young age.

Zhang Guilian was completely disheartened with her family and ran off to Guangzhou with an old bachelor she had met a few days earlier.

Upon hearing the devastating news, Jiang Wanmin, in a fit of rage, fell into the latrine pit and fainted. By the time he was rescued, he had already died.