The Lin family listened to Lin Qinghuan's accusations and looked at her face, remaining as calm as if the person she was talking about wasn't her at all.

Lin's mother looked embarrassed and surprised. Qinghuan didn't even want to call her "Mom" anymore, and didn't want her as her mother.

Lin Qinghuan looked at the Lin family and said, "Don't look at me like that. You know what I'm saying is true. We are just strangers with blood ties now."

After saying that, Lin Qinghuan picked up her straw hat, shouldered her hoe, and walked outside.

The Lin family members watched Lin Qinghuan's retreating figure with complicated expressions. The little girl who used to chase after them no longer cared about them.

Lin's father sighed and said, "What are you standing there for? Get to work."

Lin Qinghuan arrived at the cornfield in Dawan. The corn stalks were thick and strong, with ears of corn growing on them. The corn leaves were still covered with dew. It was clear that the corn was growing well and that this year would definitely be a bumper harvest.

The grass in the field is sparse and not overgrown, showing that it has been carefully managed.

Lin Qinghuan had never done farm work before, but the original owner of this body was a skilled worker. Instinctively, she picked up a hoe and started weeding, then dug the soil around the corn roots down to the base of the corn, so that even if a strong wind blew, the corn wouldn't fall to the ground.

Lin Qinghuan gradually went from clumsy to nimble.

She didn't know how long she had been working, but her back ached and sweat was streaming down her forehead. She stopped what she was doing, leaned on her hoe, and took a short rest.

Lin's mother looked up at Lin Qinghuan's flushed cheeks, her eyes flickered, and then she lowered her head to continue working.

"Get back to work now that you've rested enough. If you keep dawdling, when will you ever finish?" Lin's mother said as she worked.

Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly, looked around, and realized that she was the only one resting, so her mother was urging her to get back to work.

Lin Qinghuan almost laughed out of anger.

Lin Qing and the others would work for a while and then rest, but she would urge them to get back to work after only a short rest. It's really ridiculous.

Lin Qinghuan rested for a while before continuing to work.

Time passed by unnoticed, and the sun slowly rose from the east, reaching its zenith and radiating intense light.

Lin Qinghuan worked with her back bent over, her back scorched by the sun, her clothes soaked with sweat, and large drops of sweat dripping from her forehead. Lin Qinghuan truly understood the meaning of the two lines of poetry, "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat dripping onto the crops." She even suspected that the great Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen must have done farm work, otherwise how could he have written such a poem?

Sweat blurred Lin Qinghuan's vision. She reached up and wiped it away. So tired! So hot! I want to cry!

Lin Qinghuan couldn't take it anymore. She sat down on the ground with a bunch of nonsense. She quit. Whoever wants to do it, let them do it!

Looking at Lin Qinghuan, her father felt a faint pang of pity, like a fish out of water on the verge of death. Then the pang disappeared, and he bent down to continue working.

Lin's mother looked at Lin Qinghuan sitting on the ground and called out, "Lin Qinghuan, get up and get back to work. You can go home after a little while."

Lin Qinghuan wished she could stay on the ground forever, but she resigned herself to getting up and continuing to work. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. In order to survive, she could only work desperately.

Lin Qinghuan worked numbly. The corn leaves cut her skin, but she didn't care. She just wanted to go home quickly, lie in bed, and get some rest.

As Lin Qinghuan worked, she blinked, and whether it was tears or sweat, drops fell to the ground—one drop, two drops, three drops…

On the third day after being reborn into this body, she couldn't stand it anymore. When would this kind of life end?

She wanted to go home, sit in the office with the air conditioning on, write medical records, drink a glass of purified water when thirsty, have a cup of grass jelly after get off work, occasionally have dinner with colleagues, and stay at home scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

Can she go back?

Lin Qinghuan felt extremely helpless.

Life is so hard!

Looking at Lin Qinghuan, who was filled with sadness and helplessness, as if she couldn't find any support, Lin's father felt at a loss. When did the family relationship come to this?

Lin's mother stared blankly at Lin Qinghuan, forgetting all about her chores for a moment.

Mr. Lin stopped what he was doing and called out, "Let's go home. If you can't finish, come back tomorrow morning to finish it."

Lin Qinghuan stood up, walked to a tree, broke off a handful of leaves, put them on the ground, and plopped down on the leaves. Finally, she could have a proper rest.

Lin Qinghuan took off her straw hat, her forehead hair was soaked with sweat. She wiped her wet hair with her hand, picked up the straw hat, and kept fanning herself.

Lin's father and mother exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness. At this moment, they deeply realized that they had completely lost touch with Lin Qinghuan. Lin Qinghuan would rather shed tears in secret than seek their comfort anymore.

"Let's go home!" Mr. Lin said to Mrs. Lin.

Lin's mother looked at her three sons, who had already walked away, and replied, "Okay."

The two glanced at Lin Qinghuan and left without saying a word.

Lin Qinghuan leaned against the tree trunk. All around was silent; she could not hear a sound. It was as if she were the only person left in the world.

Loneliness and bitterness overwhelmed me.