Transmigrated as the fake rich daughter, schemed by the reborn true rich daughter to go down to the countryside as an educated youth, living in poverty and destitution, short on food and necessitie...
Being looked at hesitantly by the old woman, Zhong Yuxiu finally softened her heart and nodded slowly.
"Can."
"Yuxiu." A genuine smile blossomed on Feng Jian's red, dark and yellow face, but the tears in her eyes continued to flow.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't know how to comfort her and just looked at her quietly.
Feng Jianhong cried and laughed, wiped away her tears, and slowly stopped crying. "Yuxiu, seeing that you are doing well, I feel relieved."
"I'm doing well. The Wan family's adoptive father didn't know I wasn't their biological daughter, so he treated me very well. He gave me all the good food, clothes, and other useful things, and spoiled me." After pausing, Zhong Yuxiu stared at the people and said, "I heard that you knew long ago that Wan Yutong was not your daughter. I'm sorry to have worried you."
"I deserve all the fear and worry. If I don't sleep, you can't be replaced." Feng Jianhong has been brooding over this matter. For many years, the knot has become and lingered in her heart. "For so many years, every time I see Zhong Erya, I can't help but think of my own daughter. I wonder where she is suffering, whether she has parents who love her, whether she has enough food and clothes, and whether she has books to read. Sometimes I hate Zhong Erya. I know I shouldn't hate her, but I still can't help but hate her existence."
"By staying with us, at least we can see to it that you have enough food and clothing. No matter how hard it is, we will make sure that you two can learn to read and write."
"It's a pity that more than 20 years have passed and I only met you today."
Listening to the original mother's suppressed and choked narration, Zhong Yuxiu felt sad. She could hear from her words that the Zhong family was not good to Wan Yutong. They might not let her starve or freeze, but they would definitely not love her.
Zhong Jing patted his wife's shoulder and sighed silently. His hazy eyes stared at Yuxiu. "Now that we see you're doing well, your mother and I are relieved. We'll leave soon and return to our hometown. The crops in our fields haven't been harvested yet."
For farmers, crops are their life; but they abandoned their crops and came back during the harvest season.
In October, sweet potatoes can be harvested. In the early 1980s, sweet potatoes were also the main source of food for filling the stomach.
"Yuxiu, I'm sorry." Feng Jianhong's face was full of guilt.
"You don't have to apologize repeatedly. It's not your fault. Childbirth is tiring. Some women faint after giving birth. It's not easy for you to insist on watching the child before going to sleep." She has been unmarried for several lifetimes, but has seen a lot of the world. She has seen childbirth scenes several times, in modern times and in ancient times. I don't think the original owner would blame her, right?
Feng Jianhong felt more and more guilty, "I am sorry for you."
"No one has owed anyone anything. There is no need to keep this in your heart and blame yourself over and over again. No one who understands will blame you. Wasn't there anyone with you at the time? If there was someone, the child would definitely not be swapped." More than 20 years ago, medical conditions were limited, and children were kept with their mothers after birth. Only if the baby was ill would he be separated from his mother and taken to a simple nursery for treatment.
They said that the person they were sorry for was already dead, and she couldn't bear all the apologies.
"I was digging ditches outside at the time and only went home once every ten days or half a month. Your mother took your brother with her; later the villagers helped to send him to the hospital." Zhong Jing nodded with satisfaction. He had a good impression of the daughter in front of him, who had a slightly plump face, thin eyebrows, and every word he said was to comfort his wife.
"Ever since you were switched, your mother often cried on my back. Our family was poor, and when you were taken away, we didn't know where to find you. I never thought I'd see you again more than 20 years later. God has been very kind to us."
Zhong Yuxiu doesn't think so. If Wan Yutong hadn't been reborn and the spies hadn't targeted her, who knows if they would have been able to meet before they died?
"We're so happy to have seen you in our lifetime. We're even happier to see you doing well. We should thank the Wan family for raising you so well." Feng Jianhong's eyes were red as he spoke to her seriously. "We didn't like Zhong Erya and treated her badly. She hated us and stole all our savings when she left. We were in real trouble for a while. In the end, it was your brother who found a way to go out and make money, and things got better for us."
Feng Jianhong pointed to her eldest son beside her and said, "He's your brother, Zhong Jiaquan. Next to him is your sister-in-law, Bai Lian. They got married not long ago. When we heard about you, our whole family came here."
He nodded towards Zhong Jiaquan, who chuckled and looked quite honest.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't dislike him. "Are you doing business or helping others?"
"I work on the construction site, moving things around for others, and I can earn some money without doing anything else." Zhong Jiaquan replied in a muffled voice, feeling a little inferior.
"Why would you want to work on a construction site?" Zhong Yuxiu couldn't dislike such a relative. As long as they weren't calculating, sinister, or malicious, she could accept them. "The money earned on a construction site is all hard-earned money. It must be tiring, right?"
Zhong Jiaquan shook his head. "It's not tiring. It's not much different from working in the fields at home. I have the strength. Working on the construction site, I can earn dozens of yuan a month, which is better than farming at home."
A realistic portrayal of this era.
Zhong Yuxiu was silent.
After chatting with them for a while, I found that this family was not evil people, but they were not purely kind either.
"It's almost dinner time, why don't you stay for dinner? There's no room at home, so I'll have Rushan take you out to find a hotel later."
"No, no, we'll go to the train station to buy tickets back later." Feng Jianhong waved his hand quickly.
Zhong Jiaquan smiled innocently and said, "Sister, don't be busy. We really have work to do when we get back. I just wanted to come and see you."
His wife Bai Lian tugged at his clothes, but Zhong Jiaquan just glanced at her and didn't back down.
"Since you're here, stay in Shangjing for a while. Back home, you can call your relatives and ask them to help with the harvest. When you return, just give them some money and gifts. I'm sure many people will be willing to help." The original owner's biological parents had done this, so she, the soul that had occupied the original owner's body, couldn't be so heartless and cold-blooded. "Shangjing has many fun places, but it's not convenient for me to take you out. I'll ask someone to take you to climb the Great Wall and visit the Forbidden City. Have a good time."
"Little sister, thank you for your help. Let's stay for a few days and have fun." Bai Lian was very excited and quickly replied on behalf of the Zhong family.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't look at her, her starry eyes were only fixed on Zhong's parents.
Seeing this, Bai Lian's heart moved, and she hurriedly said, "Grandpa, Grandma, Jiaquan, just stay for a few days. It's not easy for us to come here, and we have to get back the money for the train tickets, right? We've come all the way here and spent the money, so we can't just go back without gaining any experience."
"Don't talk nonsense." Zhong Jiaquan glared at her and whispered, "Have you forgotten those two days you were locked up?"
The whole family was able to come out today.
Seeing the Zhong family's parents' hesitation, she grasped the key point. "She's right. The train ticket from Province C to Shangjing costs at least twenty yuan per person. A round trip is fifty yuan per person."