"Sister, what if she dies?"
"If he's dead, then he's dead. With his death, our family will have one less burden. That's a good thing!"
"But we beat her..."
"If you don't tell me, who will know?"
…
Li Jinfeng opened her eyes in a daze, and everything in front of her was unfamiliar.
A dilapidated earthen house, rotten walls made of yellow mud, windows without glass, and a black and discolored quilt.
Li Jinfeng had a severe headache and her head was buzzing. A memory that did not belong to her gradually emerged in her mind.
The little girl in her memory had the same name as her, also called Li Jinfeng. She was only sixteen years old, but she lived in the mid-to-late 1960s, an era when supplies were scarce and most people were hungry.
Li Jinfeng's mother, Zhang Xiu Lan, remarried into the old Li family. When she married in, she brought Li Jinfeng and Li Qiushu, who already had seven children, to live together. It has been seven years.
During these seven years, of the seven children in the Li family, five remained at home, except for the third daughter Li Aizhu and the fourth daughter Li Aimei who were married.
The eldest, Li Dahu, and the second, Li Dahe, got married last year and the year before last, respectively, and now live with their wives at Old Li's house. The fifth, unmarried, is Li Dahai, and the sixth and seventh are daughters, Li Aiju and Li Ailan.
Like most people of this era, the Li family has a large population.
In this era, a large population means a large amount of food is needed. In addition, Li Jinfeng is not the biological child of the Li family, so she has not had a good life in the Li family over the years.
Her grandmother was not her biological grandmother, her father was not her biological father, and although she had an upright grandfather, Li Fuman, he was unable to save her life.
Li Jinfeng was beaten to death after fighting with her two step-sisters, Li Aiju and Li Ailan, for a piece of toffee.
The back of the earthenware bowl was smashed down on Li Jia Ailan's head, breaking the bowl. Li Jinfeng's head was also broken and bleeding profusely.
When the two stepsisters saw that something was wrong, they took the toffee and hid in a haystack in the village. By the time Li Jinfeng was found, she was already dead.
Perhaps it was at that time that Li Jinfeng replaced the original owner and came to this era.
Before he could lament the little girl's miserable life, the door creaked open and a woman with a tired face and wearing tattered housecloth walked forward.
Seeing that Li Jinfeng had woken up, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Does your head still hurt? Your grandfather applied some herbal medicine to you, and it will be fine soon."
The woman's mouth opened and closed as she spoke words of concern to Li Jinfeng. Through her memory, Li Jinfeng knew that this woman was the original owner's mother, Zhang Xiulan.
Zhang Xiu Lan is about 1.58 meters tall and very thin. You can't even dig out more than two pounds of flesh from her with a knife. However, the clothes she wears are too big for her, like a big sack on her body.
Her face was yellow, even slightly swollen, and her steps were a little weak. It was obvious that she lived a life with little oil, salt, and nutrition, and she was often hungry.
However, in this era, most people are like this, and even the original owner is not much better.
Li Jinfeng tried to touch the scar on her forehead, but before she could touch it, her whole body convulsed in pain.
"Mom..." Li Jinfeng called out, but did not reveal much emotion.
"Your grandfather has asked for three days' leave for you. You don't have to go to the production team to earn work points during these three days. If you really feel uncomfortable, just lie down on the kang."
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