Thinking this through, Grandma Lin actually asked the question.
There was no other way; the second son's family had a long criminal record. Although the second son had passed away, and in principle, she shouldn't care too much, Old Mrs. Lin simply couldn't stand such petty theft.
Lin Xiazhu sighed helplessly. Not to mention that Old Lady Lin couldn't stand it, even she, who had been reborn, felt ashamed of such behavior. Come to think of it, she had also secretly taken a lot of things from her uncle's house in her previous life.
For example, I would steal a few cucumbers, or when I passed by my uncle's house and heard the hen clucking, I would take the eggs when no one was around... Back then, everyone in my family did this, and since I was young and didn't know any better, I took it for granted.
Later, when I grew up and became more sensible, I still felt quite uncomfortable when I thought back on this incident. I deserved to be looked down upon by my uncle's family.
So after being reborn, Lin Xiazhu not only changed her bad habit of stealing from her uncle's house, but also strictly ordered her three younger sisters not to take advantage of their uncle's house either.
Fearing that Old Lady Lin would snatch it away, Yan Xin quickly stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it.
"...What a hopeless family! Oh dear, I shouldn't have cared about your lives. I'm an old man, working myself to the bone to help you with farm work, and this is how you repay me?"
Grandma Lin slapped her thighs and howled loudly. The fifty-something-year-old woman had excellent lung capacity, and her howl echoed throughout the entire old village of Linjia.
Rubbing her ears, Lin Xiazhu turned around and went back to her room to take out a bag containing more than twenty eggs. "Grandma, take a good look. These are feed eggs that I bought in town, not free-range eggs that I picked from your house. I have money."
As she spoke, she pulled out a wad of cash from her pocket: two fifty-yuan bills, three ten-yuan bills... Look, she just handed over a hundred yuan. Why would she need to steal other people's eggs?
There is a difference between factory-farmed eggs and free-range eggs. Old Mrs. Lin could tell at a glance and immediately fell silent, but she was still unhappy.
"Why does the little girl carry so much money on her? Why don't you give it to your mother?" Old Mrs. Lin turned around and glared at Zhao Xiaolian, thinking that this woman was really not fit to be the head of the household.
Lin Xiazhu put the money away and pulled Grandma Lin to a corner to whisper, "Grandma, my mom isn't acting normally. I'm afraid she won't be able to support this family in the future. We'll have to rely on me."
"You little girl, you're already a clay idol, how can you possibly support a family?" Old Mrs. Lin was about to wail again, worried that they wouldn't be able to lock up their eldest son's belongings anymore.
If someone were to steal something from their house, they would definitely be caught, beaten, and taken to the police station. But even if the second son's family is not well-off, they are still her descendants. What else can she do but scold them?
Lin Xiazhu could tell what Old Lady Lin was thinking just by looking at her expression. After all, her family had a long history of bad behavior, and it was impossible to change their image overnight.
"Grandma, I sold a wild boar for a thousand yuan last time. Cha Cha and I are very strong, so earning money to support the family is not difficult."
“The mountains are dangerous. No matter how capable you two girls are, you can’t go into the mountains all the time. Look at those who go into the mountains to dig for ginseng. They are all strong men, but they still get into trouble. This is not a long-term solution.” Old Mrs. Lin was very clear-headed and not so easily fooled.
“We won’t go deep into the mountains, we’ll just occasionally hunt some wild game. Don’t worry, I have other ways to make money,” Lin Xiazhu said confidently.
A shrewd glint flashed in Old Mrs. Lin's eyes. She wanted to say that the little girl had no idea what to do, but she held back in the end.
Alright, I'll keep a closer eye on the vegetable garden and the house from now on, and try my best to prevent my second son's family from messing around with it.
Lin Xiazhu knew that she didn't believe her, so she gave the old lady some advice, "Grandma, I think this is how it works: my mother used to disobey you, but now that she's sick, she'll do whatever you tell her to do."
"Is she really that obedient?" Old Mrs. Lin glanced at Zhao Xiaolian, weighing the possibility.
“Yes, yes, she has changed a lot now… Grandma, you should teach her to farm, to grow vegetables… to teach her how to manage the household. My dad is gone, and there has to be an adult to hold the family together.”
In her past life, Zhao Xiaolian was someone who refused to accept her fate. Before her father died, she was determined to escape Linjia Village. After her father died, a year later, she got together with the tailor in town.
The two dated for half a year, and Zhao Xiaolian became pregnant. The tailor then married her, and they later had a son.
At first, the tailor's business was doing well. He was happy when Zhao Xiaolian gave birth to his son, so he agreed to bring Zhao Xiaolian's four daughters over as well.
Of course, he felt that the children were already quite old and could do a lot of work if he brought them along, so he wouldn't have to spend much money raising them. And indeed, that's exactly what the tailor thought.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The tailor business declined, and with the development of the times, everyone preferred to buy ready-made clothes, and no one bought fabric to make clothes anymore.
The tailor realized he was about to lose his job and had no income, so he became increasingly irritable and wanted to sell the four Lin sisters. Zhao Xiaolian still had some conscience at that time, so she didn't agree...
"What are you thinking about, Xiaozhu? Why aren't you answering Grandma's questions?" Lin Xiazhu was lost in thought when Grandma Lin poked her head, bringing her back to reality.
She was wondering if Yan Xin would still have an affair with the tailor after she transmigrated into Zhao Xiaolian's body.
Hmm, probably not. Yan Xin has high standards; she wouldn't be interested in anyone who isn't from a wealthy family.
“Grandma, believe me. As long as you find her something to do, she’s ready to listen to you. This family can hold on. From now on, the four of us sisters will never steal a cucumber from you, nor will we take a single egg from your house. We will never even get within two meters of your private plot.”
Looking at Lin Xiazhu's confident expression, Old Lady Lin nodded, finding it feasible.
In the following days, Yan Xin was told by Old Lady Lin that she was being dragged to do all sorts of farm work. One day she was carrying fertilizer, the next she was weeding with a hoe, and the day after that she was planting vegetables in her private plot.
Before planting vegetables, the soil needs to be loosened. Yan Xin didn't have the strength to do this. She couldn't finish a small plot of land in three days. Her legs were already trembling and she could barely stand.
"I quit! I don't know how to grow vegetables, I don't know anything!" Yan Xin cried as she continued to loosen the soil uncontrollably.
Grandma Lin gave her three days, but when she came back and saw that she had only done so little work, she was so angry that she almost hit her with a hoe.
“Even when you were lazy before, you weren’t this useless. Wang the Cripple at the edge of the village is more capable than you. If I asked you to grow vegetables, you’d only manage to cover a tiny patch of land in three days. You might as well just eat dirt.”
Wang the Cripple is a disabled person who has had both legs amputated. He was injured by a piece of wood while cutting timber in the mountains a few years ago. However, he still manages to do farm work quite well with the help of crutches.
However, Yan Xin didn't know who Wang the Cripple was, nor did she have any memories of Zhao Xiaolian. Apart from the Lin family, she didn't know anyone else in the village.
"My hands are blistered, and the blisters have burst and are bleeding. It hurts so much... And you still come and curse at me. Are you even human?" Yan Xin wailed, almost alarming the whole village.
It made it seem like Old Lady Lin was abusing her. Old Lady Lin was so angry that she almost fell over. Just as she was about to lash out, Zhao Xiaolian, that reckless fellow, accidentally injured her own foot with a hoe.
"Ah... my feet, my feet are gone, my feet are gone..." Yan Xin collapsed to the ground, crying terribly.
The villagers gathered around when they heard the commotion. Some old women who didn't get along with Old Lady Lin got excited and shouted, "Old Lady Lin is really vicious! Her son just died and she's already going after her daughter-in-law. She's not letting her live!"
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