Chapter 1 Poor little guy in the 1980s
"Pah, what a waste of money. Lazybones. Tell her to go out and collect coal, but she just lies in bed pretending to be dead. If it weren't for my long-standing friendship with Jianfeng, whoever wants to keep her can take her away."
A plump woman in a dark blue cotton-padded coat filled the entire room with her high-pitched, shrill voice.
"Say less, it's not good if outsiders hear, after all, we did receive foster care fees..."
The fat woman frowned and spat on the ground. "It's been a year, and I haven't even received a letter. I've heard that things aren't very peaceful in the south of the city. It's common for thugs to kill people in the streets."
Nancheng, a coastal city, was the first place where the new trend was first introduced, and it was also where Yun Jianfeng went after leaving his post to start a business.
“If Jianfeng doesn’t come back, are we going to support him for the rest of our lives? Don’t you know what kind of situation our family is in? I don’t care, you have to find a way to get rid of this money-losing business, even if it’s sold in the countryside.”
“Selling them won’t work, it’ll give people something to talk about. In a few days, we’ll find an excuse to take care of their health and send them to the countryside. We’ll give them a few dollars, free labor, which family wouldn’t want?”
...
In the storage room, a little child, his face flushed red, was trembling with anger.
The grime-covered fingernails were embedded tightly in the flesh. Through the two people's words, it was confirmed that he had transmigrated.
Yun Xia, a space-type ability user in the post-apocalyptic world, was betrayed and killed by her friend Lin Miao during a fight against a horde of zombies because of a man.
Yunxia never expected that she would wake up one day, and become a pitiful little girl in the 1980s!
My head is spinning, and my temples are throbbing. I think the original owner of this body must have died from a fever.
With no ties to her family, Yunxia decides to live a good life in this familiar yet unfamiliar era, assuming the identity of the original owner.
With great effort, he leaned against the wall and staggered out of the room.
"Xiaxia, it's cold, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Yunxia leaned against the wall, head bowed, feigning the original owner's timid nature, and said weakly:
"Uncle Wang, Xiaxia's forehead is burning hot and she feels terrible. Could you take me to the clinic?"
"Oh, the deputy factory director's daughter, she's so precious. She has a headache or fever and she's already clamoring to go to the clinic. Go ask around, whose child gets a fever and all they need to do is bundle them up? Why is it yours..."
Li was prone to speaking without thinking, so Wang Dali kicked her, gave her a wink, and then patiently and gently coaxed her:
“Xiaxia, your Aunt Li may speak bluntly, but she makes a lot of sense. When your uncle was a child, he had a high fever, and she cured him with a folk remedy—wrapping him in a blanket. Jianfeng is away from home, and you don’t want him to worry, do you?”
Yunxia pursed her pale lips, her eyes moist, and pretended to be frightened by his words.
“Uncle Wang, before we saw Dad off at the train station, the uncle and aunt next door said that if anyone has a headache or fever, they should contact them. If you can’t spare the time, Xiaxia can ask Uncle Wu for help.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Dali's eyes turned cold. He exchanged a glance with Li Shi, then tugged at the corners of his mouth and resumed his smile.
"Xiaxia, we'll talk about this later. You lazybones, you didn't eat breakfast, you must be starving. Uncle will go check on you in the kitchen, just wait!"
After Wang Dali left, Li stared viciously at Yunxia, then suddenly picked up the fire tongs and swung them at the girl's arm with a sinister glint.
Yunxia instinctively dodged, but the tongs accidentally hit the thermos on the low table. With a loud crack, the inner liner ruptured, and hot water splashed onto Li's hand, causing her to scream in pain.
"You brat, you're asking for trouble, aren't you? I'll beat you to death today."
As he spoke, he raised the fire tongs high, intending to strike again, when at that moment, there was a loud knocking at the door.
"Li Cuihua, look what Tianci has done to the saplings on the street! Heh, if you don't open the door soon, I'll take the megaphone and shout all over the street to see who will be the one who loses face."
"Pah, like a dog catching a mouse, meddling in other people's business. She's the only one in the whole alley who can show off, meddling in everything..."
He cursed under his breath as he put away the fire tongs. Before leaving, he glared at Yun Xia and saw her timidly lowering her head. He sneered, knowing she wouldn't dare to talk nonsense.
The sounds of shouting at the door were like heavenly music to Yu Yunxia. An idea came to her mind, and she forced herself to stagger towards the front door.
"Aunt Yang, Xiaxia feels really uncomfortable. Can you take me to the clinic?"
Seeing that the bean sprout was about to fall, Yang Zhaodi instinctively caught her. The soft, hot nape of her neck made the bean sprout slightly stunned.
"Auntie, Xiaxia feels unwell and wants to go to the clinic!"
Her voice was soft and sweet, as delicate as a kitten's whimper.
In just one year, how did the chubby little girl turn into a bean sprout?
"Damn it, they're burning up like this and they didn't even take anyone to see a doctor. You two are just committing terrible sins!"
Hearing this, Li Cuihua was so angry that she was practically fuming. She stepped forward, yanked Yunxia away, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and made as if to drag her back into the house.
Even as he was being carried away, the bean sprouts still struggled to turn their heads, looking at him pitifully and pleadingly.
Yang Zhaodi's heart was instantly filled with tenderness.
Seizing the opportunity, he pushed Li Cuihua aside, grabbed the bean sprouts, and ran outside.
Caught off guard by the sudden outburst, Li Cuihua was momentarily stunned. Remembering the wounds on the girl's body, she slapped her thigh and cried out loudly:
"Help! Someone's snatching my child! What a terrible thing! Father, come out now!"
Wang Dali hurriedly came out and, together with Li Cuihua, chased after Yang Zhaodi.
While chasing, they shouted, "Help! Someone's snatching a child! Help!"
Hearing the commotion, the neighbors rushed to help. Before long, a burly man with quick feet tackled the woman to the ground. When he saw her face, he was immediately taken aback.
"Sister-in-law Yang, it's you!"
"Wu Jun, are you blind? I don't even recognize you. Help me up."
"Yang Zhaodi, ptooey! Shameless woman! Snatching my child in broad daylight! Give Xiaxia back to me!"
Panting heavily, Li Cuihua spoke anxiously, prompting the onlookers to speculate and gradually sympathize with her.
Covered in mud, Yunxia clung tightly to Yang Zhaodi's arm, hiding timidly behind her, her wet eyes looking fearfully at the Wang couple.
Yang Zhaodi glanced at the Wang couple, snorted coldly, and switched to her sarcastic tone.
"With such acting skills, it's a waste of God's gift to have such a talent if you don't put her in a troupe. Look at what you've done to Xiaxia! She's become so thin, and when she had a high fever, you didn't even take her to see a doctor. How can you face the deceased Liu Rou?"
Li Cuihua had been jealous of Liu Rou since she was a child, and these words completely enraged her. With red eyes, she rushed forward to fight. Yang Zhaodi was not one to be trifled with either, and in an instant, the two of them were wrestling. Yun Xia seized the opportunity and plunged into the chaotic scene.
With a ripping sound, someone tore open the bean sprout's collar.
The shocking bruises and wounds were exposed to everyone's eyes.
The onlookers gasped in shock, their strange gazes frequently fixed on the Wang couple.
"Damn it, no wonder I held onto Xiaxia so tightly and wouldn't let her go to the clinic. The bruises and welts, old and new, can't have gotten like this in just a day or two. What a tragedy!"
Li Cuihua, her hair disheveled and disheveled, exchanged a glance with Wang Dali, then sat cross-legged on the ground, throwing a tantrum and pounding the brick floor, crying out:
"It's a miscarriage of justice! I kindly helped raise someone's child, and they still made a mistake? What child hasn't been disciplined? If a sapling wants to grow into a big tree, you have to prune the short branches..."
Wang Dali's face wrinkled up, and he made a pitiful, tearful face, echoing:
"Sigh, you don't know the hardships of raising other people's children until you raise them yourself. If you don't discipline them, you're afraid they won't amount to anything. But if you do discipline them, it will give you something to talk about. If they use this as an excuse to attack us, Xiaxia, whoever wants to raise her can take her away!"
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