Early in the morning, wisps of smoke rose from the textile factory's residential compound.
"You brat, you good-for-nothing! Get up and cook! Are you trying to starve me? Why don't you just burn me alive? We'd be saving food!" A sarcastic voice suddenly rang out.
Bling frowned, pretending not to hear.
The mean-spirited old woman saw the thin figure still sleeping in the corner of the living room, rushed over, slapped him twice, and then grabbed his ear and pulled him up with all her might.
Bling is simply amazing!
She sat up following the force on her ear.
"Mom, Mom, I know, I'll go cook right away, please let go." She pried the hand off her ear.
Getting out of bed, putting on shoes, scooping cornmeal, and going out were all done in one smooth motion.
Outside the door, Buling pursed her lips and clumsily cooked.
That foul-mouthed old lady was her biological mother, Ms. Niu Fangcao, a late-stage patient with a strong preference for sons over daughters—oh, no, she should be described as a patient possessed by demons.
Three days ago, Bu Ling had just accepted the fact that she had transmigrated. She was quite happy at first, finally no longer having to live a precarious life in that messed-up apocalypse.
But after she finished recalling the little girl's life in her dream, she was completely stunned.
The original owner was at the very bottom of this family. As a burden brought to the Du family, she took on all the housework.
This included, but was not limited to, washing the underwear and socks of his stepfather and stepbrother, and being beaten, scolded, and punished was commonplace.
After she transmigrated, she naturally took the place of the original owner and became the lowest level in this family.
Thinking about what she had experienced over the past three days, she felt indignant. Seeing the slop bucket next to her, she stuck the spoon she used to scoop rice into it.
His eyes darted around, still not satisfied, and he scooped up another spoonful.
Then, she stirred the pot with a spoon until there was no trace of it left. She put on the original owner's expression, picked up the pot, and walked into the house.
Sure enough, she was met with a barrage of insults.
"You brat, you're so slow! Are you trying to starve our whole family? How could you be so cruel? You're not allowed to eat today!" The mean-spirited old woman, Niu Fangcao, started spewing insults.
Bling seemed startled and lowered his head.
She pursed her lips, thinking about the swill inside; who would care?
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get some rice. You can't even do such a small thing right. I've raised you for nothing. You're completely useless." Niu Fangcao felt disgusted just looking at the girl's face.
"Alright, Fangcao, Lingling didn't mean it. Let's eat quickly, or we'll be late." The speaker was the male head of the household, Du Weilong, her stepfather, and Ms. Niu Fangcao's first love and second husband.
Bling raised her head and glanced at him timidly.
Get a greasy smile
Ugh...
She carried the pot to the table, served everyone a bowl of porridge, and then consciously got off the table and sat on her small bed to minimize her presence.
The rest of the family didn't react to what happened; they all acted as if they hadn't seen anything.
Bling curled up on the small bed, hugging her legs, while secretly observing the people in the family and comparing them with the little girl's memories.
Sitting in the main seat was her stepfather, Du Weilong, who was 48 years old and the deputy director of the textile factory workshop. He always acted like a leader, both at home and outside, but in reality, he was a complete scoundrel.
Sitting on the left side of the table was the eldest son of the stepfather, Du Yuanzheng, and his family of three.
Du Yuanzheng, whose real name is Du Dafu, is 25 years old this year. He is a workshop worker in a textile factory and his personality is exactly the same as his biological father's.
Then there's Du Yuanzheng's wife, Fang Cui, who is twenty-four years old this year and works as a temporary worker in a textile factory. She's a typical "brother-obsessed" woman.
Between the two is their only son, Du Guoqiang, who is five years old and notorious in the childcare class.
Sitting on the left side of the table is her biological mother, Ms. Niu Fangcao, who is 46 years old this year. She is the widow of a martyr and works in a food factory next to the textile factory. She is a foul-mouthed woman who favors sons over daughters.
Sitting right next to her was Bu Ling's half-brother, Du Dabao, who was nine years old and in the second grade. He was a heavyweight guest who looked to weigh 150 pounds, almost to the point of being chubby. He was spoiled, domineering, and extremely selfish.
On the far right is her stepfather's second son, Du Changzheng, whose real name is Du Jiafu. He is twenty years old, single, and unemployed. He is the lewd man who smiled at the little girl in her dream.
Bu Ling sighed inwardly. This family was full of all sorts of wickedness, each with their own agenda.
However, they all have one thing in common: they all bullied the original owner of the body.
When she first transmigrated, she thought she would let this family experience the harshness of society. However, after seeing what happened in the next building in the little girl's memory, she suppressed that idea.
And so, after playing the subservient role for three days, Bu Ling was almost driven to depression.
Fortunately, she's going to school today. In any case, she can breathe some fresh air first, otherwise, this house could easily become a murder site.
After a hasty breakfast, everyone in the family went to work or school, and even the unemployed Du Changzheng went out.
All that remained was Bling huddled in the corner and the mess in the room.
Bling knew that these were things for her to clean up before she could go to school.
According to Ms. Niu Fangcao, this is the price she paid to be able to go to school.
Pah!
The original owner was the child of a martyr. Not only were her tuition fees waived, but the government also provided her with a monthly subsidy of eight yuan, which was more than enough to support a young girl like her.
She stood up, rinsed the bowl with water, and tidied up the house haphazardly.
Currently, she hasn't found a way out and can only stay in this family for now, so she can't act any differently from the original owner.
Who is Buling? She's a super slacker in the apocalypse. The most important thing for a slacker is to see the situation clearly and to be flexible and adaptable.
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