Su Jiaoniang went inside, following the door number.

As soon as I reached out, I heard a string of curses coming from inside: "You old hag, you're always faking illness. You can't take care of kids, you can't make money, you're on medication every month, are you planning to bankrupt the family if you don't die?"

"Minmin, say less."

"You'll have money soon enough. Let me tell you, Su Li, this family is either you or me, it's either you or him. You'd better carry him up the mountain as soon as possible..."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Dad heard everything," Su Li said sullenly, her brows furrowed.

"So what if he heard that? It's for him to hear. You good-for-nothing, you sleep during the day and run around at night, how much money can you make? It's not even enough to pay rent. I take care of your kids and cook for you, and you still have complaints?"

Su Li lowered her head.

Su Jiaoniang, who was standing outside, reached out her hand.

Just as his finger was about to land on the door, the woman's voice inside continued: "Keep torturing me! We only have this kitten now. The others either didn't grow up or died from overwork. What are we going to do now?"

...

Su Jiaoniang took a deep breath.

Living at the bottom of society means facing various hardships.

They struggled every day just to eat and drink, and the poverty they endured bred resentment.

She didn't know how to judge the young couple's life, but her father still had to take them back quickly.

Otherwise, if they really get thrown up the mountain, they'll regret it terribly later.

He reached out and knocked on the door a few times.

A woman's voice came from inside again: "What are you banging for? If you have no money, go sell your body!"

Su Jiaoniang almost lost her soul.

Su Li opened the door and saw Su Jiaoniang standing outside. Su Li was stunned for a moment and then slammed the door shut.

Su Jiaoniang was stunned for a moment. What was her younger brother doing?

Don't want to acknowledge her?

She reached out and touched her nose. Luckily, she reacted quickly and didn't go in, otherwise, her nose would have been broken. There was no cosmetic surgery or equipment to help with recovery here.

Even with the legendary healer, Doctor Liu.

However, due to the limitations of our time, some problems can only be solved by future generations.

The closed door opened again. Su Li rubbed her eyes, stared at Su Jiaoniang, and chuckled foolishly, "Sister, it really is you."

"You idiot, don't you recognize me? You won't let me in?"

"Come in and have a seat, sister, and some water," Su Li said, leading Su Jiaoniang into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Su Li's wife, Deng, stared at Su Jiaoniang and rubbed her eyes.

She had met Su Li's older sister before, but this person looked exactly the same as when she was young, or even more beautiful, and had a certain energy about her, an indescribable feeling.

Seeing this person makes me feel as lowly as dust.

Su Jiaoniang felt Deng's gaze, but with a smile on her lips and eyes straight ahead, she followed Su Li into the house.

The room was dark.

There was another person lying on the bed in the main room.

The small room, filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, was occasionally filled with coughs.

Su Jiaoniang walked to the bedside and saw the sallow-faced old scholar Su, and felt an overwhelming sadness in her heart.

Images of the original body as a child surfaced in her mind.

At that time, the Su family was not struggling financially. The original owner of this body learned to write and read under the tutelage of the old scholar, and was carried on the back of the old scholar on rainy days.

Memories are the indelible past.

Although she was not the original owner of the body, those experiences were not her past.

However, the fact that the memory is so vivid represents the original owner's deep affection for the old scholar.

Thinking about it this way, Old Zhu is even more despicable.

Who wasn't born and raised by their parents? Who wasn't born carrying their parents' expectations and love? The original owner of this body was such a good girl, yet she was cruelly tortured to death by Old Zhu and Zhu's family.

"Jiao. Jiao Jiao?" Old Scholar Su opened his eyes.

His vision was a little blurry, and when he saw that there was another person beside the bed, his voice became more fearful.

Su Jiaoniang nodded: "It's me. I'm feeling better now. I'll take you to enjoy your retirement."

"What's the point of enjoying yourself? You're too old, just stay here." Old Scholar Su smiled, his kind and gentle gaze making Su Jiaoniang feel cherished and deeply loved.

Standing outside, Deng's face immediately lit up with a smile when she heard that Su Jiaoniang was going to bring the old man along.

Now that she's pregnant again, she simply can't handle carrying a whole basket of medicine.

I've been pregnant before, but I either got too tired or I wasn't careful and miscarried. I've been married for five or six years and only have one child. What am I going to do now?

It's better to have more children.

Otherwise, their children won't be able to support them when they get old.

Upon hearing that the old scholar didn't want to leave, her face instantly darkened.

She wanted to say something, but Su Li grabbed her sleeve, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't want to live like this anymore; what a miserable life it was.

"Dad, come live with me in the village. I gave birth to twins, and no one taught them anything. The children still can't read. Although I'm a widow now, I'm a wealthy one. I run a small business. Having another child won't be a problem for you. You already look down on me because I'm a widow, don't you?" Su Jiaoniang said, her voice trembling with tears.

How could an old scholar despise a widow?

He just didn't want to drag people down anymore.

Even if his son and daughter-in-law abandon him on the mountain, so be it.

After so many years of groaning and groaning, I'm now half-dead and lying in bed, longing to die.

“Your eldest grandson is named Futu, and he’s so naughty. He can’t even write his own name. I have to run a small business in the county town, so can you stay home and take care of the child, Dad?” Su Jiaoniang knew what the old man cared about most.

They tried their best to portray Futu as a good-for-nothing fool.

He even took out his purse and showed the largest silver ingot to Old Scholar Su.

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