In the alley, Wang Shuning hurriedly ran from the street to the door of his home, then pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside, shouting loudly, "Mom, Mom."
"You stupid girl, you're screaming for your soul. Your mother is not deaf yet." Song Guiying, who was hitting clothes with a mallet, raised her head and glared at Wang Shuning and cursed.
Ever since the child fell into a well and nearly drowned and was rescued a few days ago, he has liked shouting loudly, and his voice is so loud that a dozen households nearby can hear it.
Wang Shuning didn't care that Song's mother was glaring at her and scolding her. She hurried to the wooden basin where the laundry was being washed and demanded, "Mom, I don't want to go to City B. Please find me another place."
Wang Shuning traveled through time a month ago. She thought she had simply come to the 1970s, but today when she was on the street, she was pushed and hit on the head by some playing kids. Only then did she realize that she had traveled through time to a novel.
It was the book "The Chef Travels Through the Seventies" that I stayed up all night reading before I died.
In the original book, Wang Shuning was a cannon fodder among cannon fodders. In order to pursue the love of her high school classmate, the male protagonist Lu Beichu, she insisted on going to the countryside with him to a small village under City B.
As a result, he met Guo Jingyi, the beautiful, kind-hearted and skilled cooking heroine of the book, on the train. They fell in love at first sight and he didn't give her any chance.
After the relationship between the hero and heroine was confirmed, she couldn't bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. When she was reading the book, she felt that the protagonist had too much halo.
Wang Shuning was an educated youth after all, and a native of Beijing. Although her family conditions were not the best, they had enough food and clothing in that era. How could she be so stubborn and risk her life for a man? She was simply a big idiot.
Song Guiying took a closer look and found that her little daughter's forehead was red. She reached out and touched it and it was swollen. "What's wrong with you, kid? You can hurt yourself just by going out to buy soy sauce. Hurry up and put some safflower oil on it."
Wang Shuning shook his head and said anxiously, "Mom, go to the street office and tell the clerk that I don't want to go to City B anymore."
Song Guiying's eyes went dark. She stood up in a flash, put her hands on her hips, pointed at Wang Shuning's nose and cursed, "It was you who insisted on having me bring you to City B. In order to get this done, your family even spent two kilograms of brown sugar. Now you don't want to go. You think the street office is yours and you can do whatever you want."
Wang Shuning was also angry. If he wanted to travel through the book, why didn't he come here a month in advance? Now that the place has been decided, it will not be easy to change again. However, no matter how difficult it is, he will try it.
Wang Shuning, who has read this novel, knows very well how powerful the protagonist's halo is in this book. Wang Shuning is set up as a cannon fodder. If he goes to the countryside together again, no one knows what will happen to him.
The only way was to walk as far as possible and resolutely not stay in the same place with the male and female protagonists. Even breathing the same air made her feel creepy.
"Mom, I promise this is the last time. Please help me again. As long as it's not City B, I will go anywhere." Wang Shuning pulled his old mother's sleeve and shook it continuously.
"Stop it! This is a new dress that your mother and I made half a year ago. If you keep pulling it like this, it will be torn into pieces." Song Guiying withdrew her arm and checked the sleeve that seemed to have been stretched too wide with a look of heartache.
I eat so much food all day, and all my energy is spent on acting coquettishly and playing around, so I don’t earn a penny.
"Mom, please promise me, please promise me, okay?"
Wang Shuning was determined not to give up until he achieved his goal. He had to take the train to City B in a week, and it would be too late if he didn't make changes.
Song Guiying sat back on the small stool and continued washing clothes, not wanting to pay attention to her little daughter. "Your parents are just ordinary paper mill workers, and there haven't been any great figures in your three generations. The list has been released, and there's no way to change it."
Wang Shuning did not give up. She squatted on the ground and looked at Song Guiying pitifully, begging, "Mom, you and Aunt Li from the street office are half-sisters, don't you go talk to her and ask her to bring the old hen with you? Isn't her daughter-in-law about to give birth?"
Song Guiying threw soapy water on Wang Shuning's face, "I used up that favor last time when I transferred you to City B. How dare you set your eyes on the old hen at home? It's reserved for laying eggs for when your sister-in-law is pregnant."
"My sister-in-law hasn't gotten pregnant yet, so lend it to me first. I'll definitely return it to you when I go back to the countryside."
Song Guiying rolled her eyes. "With your body, how can you have a full meal after going to the countryside? I'll be very lucky if your family doesn't give you some money."
Song Guiying frowned, "Where's the soy sauce I asked you to buy?"
Wang Shuning blinked innocently, covering his aching forehead, "When I hit the wall, it fell to the ground and spilled."
Song Guiying scowled, "You wasted something worth two cents like this. You wouldn't have broken the bottle, would you? You picked it up, at least there would be something left."
Wang Shuning rolled her eyes. She suddenly realized that she was in a book and didn't react. She forgot about it in her hurry to get back. "The bottle was crushed by a cyclist. There was not a drop left. I licked it twice on the ground and it was enough."
"You silly girl, you have such a good opportunity, why don't you let others pay for it?" Song Guiying held her breath in her chest. She didn't want to hit her or scold her. If she had half the smartness of her eldest daughter, she wouldn't have to worry.
Song's mother has three children in total, one son and two daughters. The eldest, Wang Jianjun, got married two years ago, and the second, Wang Shuyi, also got married a year ago. The third, Wang Shuning, just graduated from high school this year.
Although Song's mother loved her two daughters, she still favored her son a little. She wanted to leave Wang Jianjun at home and let her two daughters go to the countryside, waiting for them to graduate from high school.
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