Chapter 99: Mom, I will raise you by picking up garbage. 1

Fairy tales have the power to change the world.

——Preface

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Jixiang Town is a well-known poor town in the country.

Since the reform and opening up of Shenzhen in the late 1970s, many young people in Jixiang Town have gone south to work.

By the 1990s, there were almost no young people in Jixiang Town, and the vast majority were elderly people and children.

Jixiang Middle School is the only junior high school in the town.

The educational resources here are extremely backward.

Families with connections almost all send their children to study outside, and the children who stay in this middle school to study are almost all from relatively poor families.

But this poverty can also be divided into different levels.

Jiang Fanyue is the poorest of the poor.

"I remember this dress was something Zhaodi didn't want, look at how many patches it has."

"Don't even mention the dress, the exercise books she uses are all made up from the ones we don't want. The exercise book I lost only had two blank pages, but she picked them up and used them. Every time she handed in her homework to the teacher, she handed in one sheet of paper."

"Hey, look at the pencil tip she uses, it's so short that it's hard to hold, but she doesn't mind throwing it away."

"She must have picked it up from somewhere again."

Just as the break started, the first grade class was filled with conversations.

Jiang Fanyue was the center of their conversation.

Logically, this newly formed class wouldn't have so many people who knew about Jiang Fanyue's past.

But she was too special.

She has thick bangs and always likes to hide in the corner and stare at others. She is

like a dumb girl. In the first month of school, no one heard her say anything except for the first day when she introduced herself. She always keeps her head down and writes and draws on her notebook.

She picks up garbage near the school every day after school, and most of the things she wears are picked up.

"Oh, right. I heard from people in her village that she is a bad luck. Her family used to be well off in the village, but after she was born, her father ran away, her grandfather died, her grandmother died, and her mother, who was originally a very capable person, became a sickly woman who falls down at the slightest breeze." "

Ah, I'm sitting so close to her, will her bad luck be transmitted to me?"

"Hey, hey, she's staring at us with those weird eyes again."

"Don't you think she's a fool? Dumb and stupid, so pitiful."

"What's so pitiful about that? She's the king of garbage. Do you want to be friends with the king of garbage?"

"I don't want to!!!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking, the Chinese teacher is coming in."

Seeing the Chinese teacher coming in, the children fell silent, except Jiang Fanyue who was still looking at them with her dark eyes.

Jiang Fanyue didn't turn around and look at the Chinese teacher until she heard the Chinese teacher calling her name.

"Jiang Fanyue, what's wrong with your weekly diary? I asked you to copy the model composition, not to write it yourself! And, what about the elephant Yiyi? Do you think you are writing a fairy tale? If I see you write this kind of thing in your homework again, I will call your parents over!"

The Chinese teacher criticized them and started the class.

When school was over, the Chinese teacher threw the weekly diary homework and asked the students below to go to the podium to pick up the homework.

Jiang Fanyue stood up.

But someone was faster than her.

The boy sitting in the first row pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of homework, and while laughing, he read out the homework topic: "'The Dancing Elephant' -" "

There is a little elephant named Yiyi on the grassland."

"It has thick thighs, a long nose, and big ears, and looks no different from other little elephants."

"But no one in the elephant group likes Yiyi."

"They say Yiyi is not clean, that Yiyi is a loser, and that they laugh at Yiyi's dreams."

"Yiyi said: But I just want to dance."

"The friends said: You are so clumsy, how can you dance?"

"Yiyi asked the elephant: Can the little elephant dance?"

"The elephant said: You are so clumsy, how can you dance."

"Yiyi asked other animals: Can the little elephant dance?"

"The other animals said: You are so clumsy, how can you dance."

"So Yiyi never dared to dance in front of the elephants again..."

Everyone laughed as they listened.

Jiang Fanyue stood outside the crowd, lowered his head and said nothing.

Another naughty child started to fight with the boy, and in the process of playing, the thin paper with the story was torn in half.

When they finally made enough noise and left the classroom with their schoolbags, Jiang Fanyue slowly stepped forward.

The torn paper lay alone on the ground, full of footprints, covering the pencil words on it.

But Jiang Fanyue still remembered the ending of this story.

- So Yiyi completely turned into a clumsy, unsociable, and dreamless little elephant.

She squatted down, picked up the paper and crumpled it into a ball, then left the classroom with a hunched back. She came to the garbage dump in the corner of the playground, dug out the snakeskin bag placed there, and began to pick up garbage along the way home from the school.

***

Yao Rong woke up in a damp, small, dim room that exuded a faint smell of decay.

Her mouth was very thirsty, and her forehead was hot, but there was no sweat at all. This body must have a low fever.

She propped herself up with her hands and took the thermos beside the bed.

While drinking water, Yao Rong took a look at the bare house, and finally determined from the calendar on the wall that it was 1990.

Putting down the cup, Yao Rong slowly got out of bed, wanting to go to the washroom to find a wet towel to put on her forehead to cool down.

As soon as she opened the door, she knew where the rancid smell lingering in her nose came from—

The medium-sized yard was filled with all kinds of messy garbage, forming a small mountain. Perhaps because there was no time to sort it out, many bottles and cans rolled to the door.

Is this... a recycling station?

Yao Rong stepped over the cans under his feet and walked into the kitchen. He soon saw the hard towels. According to the conditions at home, there was nothing to choose and dislike. Yao Rong took the towel and wet it, covered his forehead with it, and lay on the bed, letting the system transmit the plot and memory.

This is a novel world derived from "The Group Pet Heroine in the 90s".

The heroine Song Zhizhi in the novel was born in a very happy family. Her father was an educated youth who went to the countryside, and her mother was a famous beauty in the surrounding area. After the college entrance examination was resumed, the heroine's father did very well in the exam, but because he couldn't bear to leave the heroine and her daughter, he applied to the university in the city and encouraged the heroine's mother to study, and later she was admitted to the university.

Later, the heroine's father seized the opportunity of the times and started a business.

Her mother successfully entered the university, and after graduating from university, she joined the newspaper and climbed step by step to the position of editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

With the encouragement and training of her parents, the heroine developed a strong interest in writing. Since the age of eight, her articles have been published in newspapers one after another. At the age of fourteen, she officially published books and became a well-known talented young writer.

When the heroine was sixteen years old, the National Writers Association, together with the provincial writers associations and the top university A, held a youth literary creation competition. The winners could not only receive generous prizes, but also directly receive an admission letter from the Department of Literature of A University.

The heroine participated in this competition and finally passed all the tests and won the first prize. She entered the Department of Literature of A University and became friends with the hero, who was also a proud son of heaven. They went from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

However, the heroine did not encounter no competitors in this literary creation competition.

This competitor was Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue's life was the counterpart of the heroine.

Her father, Jiang You, was an educated youth who went to the countryside. He could not stand the hardship of farm work, so he hooked up with Yao Rong, the daughter of the team leader. With the help of the team leader's relationship, he became a primary school teacher. However, he returned to the city after the college entrance examination and abandoned his wife and daughter shortly after her birth.

Her mother's health was completely ruined because she did not take good care of herself after giving birth and cried all

day long. She had a minor illness every three days and a major illness every five days. To make matters worse, at this critical moment, someone reported that the team leader was partial.

After the commune cadres found out about this, they immediately removed the team leader from his position.

The team leader was very strong and wanted to save face all his life. He could not stand this blow and died of illness.

Her grandmother and uncle blamed her mother for this incident and asked her mother to give her away and then quickly find a widower to remarry.

Her mother was not happy and had several quarrels with her family. In the end, she carried her, who was not even one year old, into a dilapidated house in the corner of the village.

With no education, no skills, and a long-term illness, it was not convenient for her to do farm work. She also had to take care of a hungry child. In the end, she chose to open a garbage station to recycle the garbage in the village, and then transport the garbage to the garbage station in the town with a cart to sell it, earning hard-earned money by the little difference in the middle.

Not long after her life had settled down, her mother fell to her death while picking wild vegetables in the mountains. Her

brother and sister-in-law decided to take the children to the south to work. Before leaving, they left the furniture and food that were inconvenient to take with them to her, and never returned to the village or contacted her again.

Since Jiang Fanyue was able to walk steadily, she followed

her original self to pick up garbage. She did this from the age of three to twelve.

When she was twelve, her original self died of illness, and Jiang Fanyue became an orphan. She was also known as a garbage collector and garbage king by her peers.

In order to survive, she started getting up early and picking up garbage every day, and often missed classes because of picking up garbage.

The principal talked to her several times, and she lowered her head and said that she wanted to drop out.

After dropping out, Jiang Fanyue's world became more and more closed.

The only entertainment was writing novels.

When she was sixteen, Jiang Fanyue had a serious illness, and because she had no money to treat the disease, her condition became worse and worse.

That day, when she went out to pick up trash, she saw a promotion for a youth literary creation competition in the newspapers she picked up.

In order to win the prize money promised by the competition, Jiang Fanyue mustered up her courage, wrote an article and sent it to the organizer. In the end, she beat everyone and advanced to the finals with the first place in the preliminary round.

But the finals were to be held in A.

Jiang Fanyue simply couldn't afford the travel expenses to the capital.

She hesitated for a long time and sent the novel she had been polishing for three years to a very famous publishing house in the city.

In addition to the manuscript, she also attached a letter, describing her embarrassment in detail, and asked the publishing house to advance part of her royalties if they liked her work to pay for her medical treatment and travel.

"I have never begged the world for anything. This is the first time that I hope someone can help me, so that I can get through the difficulties and change to a new environment to concentrate on my creation."

"I am very anxious and hope you will reply."

But in the end, she did not see the reply from the publisher.

Poverty and illness deprived her body of the last bit of vitality.

On the third day after she sent the letter, she died of illness in a once-in-a-century snowstorm.

Except for a few people who paid attention to the Youth Literature Creation Competition, no one remembered that in addition to Song Zhizhi, there was another talented girl who had already knocked on the door of the literary hall, but left the world without leaving any works.

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[Ding, the plot has been transmitted, mission: Save Jiang Fanyue and make her feel happy]

[The system detects that Jiang Fanyue's current inferiority complex is 90, please act as soon as possible]

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Perhaps because she just closed her eyes and slept for a while, Yao Rong's body felt a little better.

Looking at the sunset outside, Yao Rong took off the towel on her forehead and went to the kitchen.

There was only a shallow layer of old rice left in the rice jar, which was only enough for the mother and daughter to eat for two more days at most.

Yao Rong thought while washing rice and cooking.

In the original story line, in half a month, the original body would die of high fever.

Fortunately, she only has a low fever now. Pay more attention to rest and keep warm, and find ways to strengthen her physical fitness a little bit, so that her condition will not worsen.

The more difficult part is Jiang Fanyue.

Sometimes, children are more cruel than adults.

A kind of innocent cruelty.

Adults would privately mutter that Jiang Fanyue was a jinx who had killed their grandparents, but they would not tell these idle words to Jiang Fanyue and Yao Rong.

Children have strong imitation and learning abilities. They have learned their parents' words and attitudes completely, but they have not learned to hide their likes and dislikes.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Fanyue has lived in the naive exclusion of her peers.

No one would be friends with a child who grew up picking up garbage.

And what about the original body?

The original body undoubtedly loved her daughter, but her husband's cruel abandonment, her parents' successive deaths, the heavy pressure of life, her deteriorating health, and the strong guilt for not being able to give her daughter a better life, all weighed heavily on the original body, making her not know how to communicate with her daughter.

So Jiang Fanyue's world is only words.

Most of the time, Jiang Fanyue writes her understanding of the world and her current mood into words.

She uses words to communicate with the world.

But no one in the world will appreciate her words. There are

even people who constantly laugh at her words.

Yao Rong sighed in her heart and quickened her movements.

Soon, the sweet potato vines were fried.

In order to replenish herself and Jiang Fanyue's bodies, she also took out the only two eggs left in the house.

Originally, she wanted to make sugar-water eggs. Jiang Fanyue loves sweets, but after searching for a while, Yao Rong remembered that the only white sugar left in the house had been drunk up when she was in a coma due to anemia last time.

Making money is really urgent.

Yao Rong closed the cupboard door and started to make steamed eggs.

But when she finished making the steamed eggs, Jiang Fanyue, who should have returned home a long time ago, had not returned yet.

Yao Rong was about to go out to look for someone when she heard the dilapidated wooden door creak.

A thin little girl came in from outside carrying a small bag of garbage.