Chapter 1 Beat to death

"Sister, sister..."

A voice sounded in my ears, soft but anxious.

Zhuang Qingning opened his eyes and saw a little girl with a worried face.

The little girl was thin, with sunken cheeks and dry and yellow hair. It was obvious that she had been malnourished for a long time. The slanted-collared and waisted dress she was wearing was obviously a piece of small clothes she had picked up from her older sister. The sleeves were wide and long, and did not fit her well. She looked like a big-headed doll when she wore it. Even the bun on her head had become a little fuzzy because it had not been combed for a long time.

"Sister, are you awake?" The little girl was very surprised to see Zhuang Qingning open her eyes. She stretched out her little hand and touched her forehead, then touched her own forehead: "It seems that the high fever has subsided."

"But my sister's fever has subsided. Even if the disease is cured, she can no longer lie in bed and rest. She has to go out to work."

"My aunt has already scolded us several times outside. We are late today. I am afraid she will not let us eat in the morning."

"I'm fine, but my sister is sick. What if she has no food to eat?"

As the little girl spoke, she lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

He knows how to feel sorry for others at such a young age. He is a sensible child.

Zhuang Qingning's mind moved slightly, she stretched her arm which was a little sore inside due to the fever, and gently patted the little girl's head: "Qingsui, be good, sister is fine, she is fine now."

Zhuang Qingsui is the name of the little girl in front of her. She is also her biological sister here and is eight years old this year.

She traveled through time.

After working the night shift, he was walking home alone in the rain when he was hit by a truck that ran a red light and died on the spot. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself traveling to an unknown ancient time and was the body of a 13-year-old girl with the same name.

Her parents died early, and in this era when women had no inheritance rights, Zhuang Qingning's family's houses and land could not be given to her and her sister. Instead, they were given to her eldest uncle's family who had children according to regulations.

Correspondingly, Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui had to be raised by their uncle's family until they grew up and got married.

It’s just the way of raising...

"The sun is shining on your butt, and you're still lazing around? Do you think you're a rich lady and don't have to work? Why don't you get out and work?"

"You are such lazy bones. You won't work unless you are urged to do it! You feed so much food every day but you still make two lazy bones. It's better to feed a dog than you two little beasts."

A short, slightly plump woman stood in the yard with her hands on her hips, shouting angrily. The flesh on her face was shaking and her eyes were full of murderous intent, as if she wanted to eat someone.

This is their aunt, Song.

"Sister." Zhuang Qingsui tugged at Zhuang Qingning's sleeve, with a hint of tears in her voice.

Song usually treats them most cruelly. Now she is cursing at them outside. When they go out, she might beat them up.

"It's okay." Zhuang Qingning climbed up from the bed.

The clothes on his body were patched up with patches, and the shoes on his feet were in the same condition. There was even a small hole at the toe because he had worn them for too long.

This Song was really vicious. She took a house and five acres of land from the original owner, and even patted her chest in front of the clan members to promise to treat her two nieces well, but the result was this kind of behavior.

They were not well fed or clothed, and had to do a lot of hard work. If they were unhappy, they would be beaten and scolded.

I think the original owner lost his life due to a cold due to years of overwork and malnutrition.

Zhuang Qingning frowned, her dissatisfaction with this vicious aunt-in-law rising from the bottom of her heart, making her unable to catch her breath and cough twice.

"Sister, you should rest for a while. I'll go to work." Zhuang Qingsui supported her with a worried look on his face.

The worst that can happen is that we'll just have to work until midnight.

"It's okay, sister is fine now, don't worry." Zhuang Qingning reached out and touched Zhuang Qingsui's head.

Although they had just met, Zhuang Qingning could feel that this sister was caring and considerate.

It seems that I have to take good care of this sister for the original owner in the future.

The two sisters walked out of the room, which was more like a shed than a room, originally a cowshed.

However, ever since Niu died of illness, the house had been empty until Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui came here and were arranged to live in by the Song family.

It has adobe walls, a thatched roof and not even a door. If the wind blows, it is almost the same as being outdoors.

"Aunt." Zhuang Qingning walked into the yard.

"Oh, you still remember to get up?" Song glanced at Zhuang Qingning and said, "It's just a rain shower. It's not cold today. Why do you have a fever for no reason?"

"Which child in this village has never been caught in the rain? Only you are so delicate? You have been lying in bed for two days without getting up to work. I think you are just trying to be lazy and idle!"

"All the lost time has to be made up by the two of you. In the next few days, make up for the missed work. The two of you can only eat half a steamed bun for a meal!"

When Zhuang Qingsui heard this, tears almost fell from her eyes.

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The family usually ate cornmeal and white flour steamed bread, but the ones they were given were cornmeal and sweet potato flour, which was not filling at all. They usually had a lot of work to do, so they only had one steamed bread for a meal. Before mealtime, their stomachs were already beating like drums. If two people together ate half of a steamed bread, they would really starve to death.

The Song family is really too cruel.

Zhuang Qingning gritted his teeth, but his face showed no reaction. He dropped his hands and lowered his head, “I’ll go cook now.”

"Why don't you go quickly?" Song raised her triangular eyelids, with sarcasm and mockery on her lips.

What a cheap bastard, if I don't scold him, he doesn't know what to do! I must spend another two years to grind him down, and when he is old enough, no matter if he is blind, lame, or a widower, I will just find someone who gives more betrothal gifts and exchange the money for him.

"I understand." Zhuang Qingning agreed repeatedly, washed his hands and started to knead the dough to make steamed corn bread.

"I'm going to lie down for a while. Call me when the meal is ready. Remember to be quiet. If you disturb my sleep, you'll be in trouble. If you dare to eat secretly, I'll break your legs!" Song shouted angrily again.

"I've got that." Zhuang Qingning didn't stop moving.

Song snorted coldly and twisted her fat body into the house.

"Sister, let me light the fire for you." Zhuang Qingsui, who had already finished sweeping the yard, came into the kitchen and lent a hand.

The water in the pot boils, the steamer is put on the stove, and the steamed bread in the steamer gradually emits a faint aroma.

Zhuang Qingsui was already extremely hungry, and when she smelled the fragrance, she felt her stomach rumbling even more, and she swallowed her saliva again and again.

"Here." Zhuang Qingning took down a steamed bread made of two grains of flour from the steamer and handed it to Zhuang Qingsui.

"Eat quickly."

"Sister." Zhuang Qingsui's eyes widened in shock: "If our aunt knew about this, she would definitely beat us to death!" ——The author's new book, I hope everyone will support it~ Guidelines for consumption of this article:

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