Jiang Xue rubbed her temples. "Stop yelling. I'm definitely taking those acres of land."
Jiang Xue felt she couldn't reason with these shameless people, so she took a sack and started collecting the things the family had looted from the original owner of the house.
"What are you doing? How dare you take other people's things like that?" Jiang Lai rushed forward to block Jiang Xue.
Jiang Xue kicked him aside, "You even brought me the thermos from my grandma's wedding, the nicer pots and pans, and even the rain boots. And you still have the nerve to criticize other people's things."
When Xie Chunmei saw Jiang Xue stuffing the brand-new plastic basin into the burlap sack, she realized that Jiang Xue was serious.
"You good-for-nothing, you've come to your parents' house to plunder them."
Xie Chunmei and Jiang Chunsheng rushed forward. Xie Chunmei's hand, which was about to grab Jiang Xue's hair, was skillfully dodged by Jiang Xue, and she missed.
"Strike the snake at its vital point," Jiang Xue grabbed the wood-chopping knife leaning against the corner of the wall and pulled Jiang Lai along.
The wood-chopping knife sliced open the flesh of Jiang Lai's arm, and blood instantly gushed out.
Jiang Lai screamed in fright, "Mom, Mom... save me!"
"I don't want your son to be missing an arm or a leg. Put my things in a sack."
When Xie Chunmei and Jiang Chunsheng saw blood dripping from Jiang Lai's wrist, they cried out in distress, "Don't do anything rash! Don't do anything rash!"
"We'll pretend, we'll pretend right now."
Jiang Xue was carrying a large sack of things and was about to leave.
"You've been raising this worthless girl for twenty years for nothing." Xie Chunmei's harsh eyes glared at Jiang Xue.
"Knowing that I gave birth to such a money-losing brat, I should have just thrown her into the cesspool to drown her right after she was born." Jiang Chunsheng's wrinkled, brownish face was also full of disgust.
Jiang Xue turned around abruptly, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at Jiang Chunsheng. "All you care about is giving birth, not raising them. Selling your daughter to support your son, you deserve to be poor your whole life. What a coward."
She abruptly dropped a comment, patted the yellow dog wagging its tail at her, and then decisively left.
Night gradually fell.
A few night bats that had set out early to forage flew by.
Jiang Xue felt truly sorry for the original owner of this body.
She put away what she had brought back, tidied up the mortal realm, and discovered a great treasure.
One of the three essential items for weddings in the 1980s, and the most valuable item in the whole house: a sewing machine.
A glint of light instantly appeared in her dark eyes.
As the general manager of an international brand, he also worked his way up from the bottom, spending two whole years in the factory workshop.
She was intimately familiar with the entire process of clothing production, from initial design sketches, material selection, cutting, and sampling, to the final steps of sewing on buttons and trimming loose threads.
These old-fashioned sewing machines all operate on the same principle.
This was in the late 1980s, not long after the household responsibility system was implemented. Apprentices learning tailoring received no wages for several years and had to chop firewood and carry water for their masters' homes.
Almost no one was willing to waste three years of their labor; they were all busy doing farm work at home.
Moreover, several nearby villages all depend on Master Leng, a tailor who is famous far and wide.
If we ask him to come back and do the work, he'll get 7 yuan a day.
He charges by the day, and his work efficiency is entirely under his control. He can usually make a piece of clothing for an adult in two days.
Jiang Xue wiped the dust off the sewing machine as if it were a treasure, saying, "From now on, our wealth and prosperity depend entirely on you."
The grievances and gloom she had just suffered at her parents' home quickly dissipated.
While it was still completely dark, I picked some vegetables from the garden and then collected two eggs from the chicken coop.
Jiang Xue, who was squatting by the well in the yard washing vegetables, saw a familiar-looking man with two children push open the bamboo fence.
She quickly recognized the man as having dark skin, deep-set features, a tall stature, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and muscular build.
He held a sleeping baby in his muscular arm and held another baby's hand in his other hand.
What?! Jiang Xue felt like her CPU was about to burn out. Could it be that he went out and found someone else to live with?
“This is my sister’s child. I’ve brought him back to stay for a few days.” His tone was indifferent.
In the past, when she saw Ji Chen return, she would have rushed forward to greet him with a fawning expression.
But she's not that love-struck woman anymore. She replied crisply, "Okay, I understand."
Ji Chen frowned slightly. Seeing that she didn't come up to take the child with her usual enthusiasm, he was stunned for a moment before carrying the child back into the house.
Jiang Xue was puzzled. Didn't his sister run away with a peddler from the north years ago?
After years of no news, why did they suddenly send two children back?
However, the two children did nothing wrong. Children are growing and still need to eat.
She simply stewed an egg and then stir-fried an eggplant with chili peppers.
The steamed eggs were so tender they were practically shaking when she brought them out of the pot. She drizzled some soy sauce on them and added a small handful of chopped green onions.
Spicy eggplant stir-fried with minced garlic is even more irresistible.
Soon the whole room was filled with fragrance.
The older little boy was leaning over the square table, swallowing hard.
Ji Chen was used to being served and flattered by the original owner of the body, so he sat down at the square table without any politeness, waiting for Jiang Xue to serve him rice.
Jiang Xue served the rice and handed it to the little boy with a gentle smile before serving herself.
She didn't even give Ji Chen a cold look.
One thing at a time. Forcing him to marry was wrong of the original owner, but she had no responsibility or obligation to serve a man.
"This steamed egg is for you. Eat more so you can grow taller." Jiang Xue scooped a large spoonful of steamed egg into the little boy's bowl.
The little boy wolfed down his food, burying his head in his rice.
In times of scarcity, most people in villages would collect eggs and exchange them for money, vegetables, or grain. They wouldn't care about their children's height; they would solve their basic needs first.
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