"Mother! I beg you! Please don't sell Xiaoman, okay? I promise I'll eat less and do more work from now on! Xiaoman too! She can help with chores around the house, she can start a fire, dig for wild vegetables, and gather firewood. Please, Mother! Don't sell Xiaoman!"
The young woman, dark-skinned and thin, cried out in a hoarse voice, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to the middle-aged woman, who was also dark-skinned and thin, lying on the wooden bed.
"Mom, I'm scared, boohoo..."
The little girl, about two years old, was as thin as a radish head. Her slender frame supported a large head. She knelt beside the young woman, her dry little hands tightly gripping the young woman's clothes. Her eyes, which appeared even larger because of her thinness, were filled with fear.
Although she didn't understand what "sold" meant, she knew that "Xiaoman" referred to herself, and that her mother was crying, which made her feel uneasy.
She dared not cry loudly, because her grandmother, who was lying in bed, would get angry, scold her, and say that she would "sell" her.
Then her mother will be like this now...
The thin, dark-skinned old woman lying on the bed struggled to open her eyes amidst the cries of the two children. Gazing at the rooftop where sunlight could be seen, she remained bewildered for a long time.
Did she really time travel?
She transmigrated and was reborn into the body of a vicious grandmother who constantly threatened to sell her granddaughter.
She vividly remembered that the last time she opened her eyes, she was faced with a sharp arrow flying towards her head. Then, she felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows and knew nothing more.
When I opened my eyes again, it was now.
Couldn't you give her a different body? She doesn't mind being a little ugly; she just doesn't want to die young and be reborn!
The young woman's cries and pleas still lingered in her ears. September, already in a bad mood, had no interest in paying attention. She opened her dry, chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice:
"Liu, all of you, get out."
Fortunately, she is a native of Shandong province. Even though there are more than one dialect in a city, she can at least speak a few words in her native tongue.
Liu wanted to cry and beg, but she was afraid of angering her mother-in-law and what if she thought of selling Xiaoman again? So she could only take her daughter's hand and tiptoe out.
"Mother, is Grandma still going to sell Xiaoman?"
The girl blinked her innocent big eyes, the fear from before gone.
"I won't sell Xiaoman. I won't let your grandma sell you, I won't!"
Liu hugged her daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face again.
"oh."
The girl responded and gently patted her mother's arm with her little hand, just like her mother usually patted her back when comforting her, except that her arm was too short to reach.
September, lying on the bed, listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter outside, her brows furrowing deeply.
The original owner, Yue, whose given name was Jiuyue, lost her husband early. Then, her mother-in-law's grief over the loss of her son was directed at Yue and her four children. Before the forty-nine-day mourning period for her deceased husband had passed, she was forced to leave the house penniless.
For a widow to support her family and avoid being bullied, she naturally needs to be as shrewish and fierce as possible.
Just like she said she would "sell Xiaoman", but Xiaoman was already two years old and was still living peacefully at home, but Liu Shi couldn't see any of this.
Putting aside the question of why she was pierced by an arrow the first time she transmigrated, she didn't have the memories of the original owner's entire life, so she couldn't figure it out and could only take it one step at a time.
Since we're here, let's make the best of it.
At present, the most important thing is the three-year famine. She really doesn't want to flee the famine!
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