"You're selling your own son, and you still want to say something nice? Two hundred dollars, how can you be so shameless? It's one hundred dollars, and you're only one hundred dollars. Don't you know that if you don't keep your heart, you will be struck by lightning?"
What a conscience!
"One hundred is one, two should be two hundred. Who is so greedy? I'm talking about you." The young woman's pretty eyes were filled with contempt.
She was sure that the other party would agree. They would have to pay five hundred, not to mention two hundred. Rural people valued incense more than their own eyes. If they didn't have a son, they would be stabbed in the back while alive, and if they died, no one would worship them and they would become wandering ghosts, which would scare them to death. The Zhao family couple hadn't laid an egg for more than 20 years. What was the point of earning this brick and tile house? If they closed their eyes, they didn't know who would benefit.
Mrs. Zhao and her husband also quit. They agreed to pay them 100 yuan, why did they change their mind? 100 yuan was enough for them to save for two years. These educated youth were really annoying. They were useless and only used tricks to fool people.
"Or I'll just take one." Mrs. Zhao grumbled.
"Forget it, let's go!" The woman pretended to leave. "If I didn't need the money urgently, I wouldn't sell it to you for 500 yuan."
Although she hated her sons, they were two pretty and healthy boys, and outsiders didn't know how precious they were. In fact, she was just pretending to fool the other party. After all, she had already decided to take the money and leave, and it was impossible for her to take another boy with her.
But Mrs. Zhao wouldn't let her go and pulled her arm, "Don't go!" The country woman was stronger and she made the woman stagger.
"What are you doing? Do you still want to rob?" The woman was furious and wanted to fight back.
The two women were fighting and pushing each other. Mrs. Zhao was stronger, and the woman stumbled and tripped when she pushed her. When she fell, she hit the corner of the table. "Ouch..." The woman screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground without moving.
Mrs. Zhao: "Stop pretending and get up."
The woman didn't move.
Mrs. Zhao became nervous and asked, "Master, did you die from knocking your head against the wall?"
Old man Zhao waved his hands and said in a muffled voice, "No, it's just a knock. How can you be willing to die?"
Mrs. Zhao went forward and bent down to feel the woman, and found that she was dead. She was so scared that she jumped up and shouted in a panic, "She's dead, she's dead!"
"Scar! Stop talking nonsense. What dead person? Pinch her."
Mrs. Zhao's hands and feet were trembling, but she still forced herself to remain calm and pinched the woman's Ren Zhong point, but the woman did not respond.
Old Man Zhao was also afraid that something might happen so he rushed over to help. Just as his hand was about to touch the woman, he saw her suddenly open her eyes.
The eyes that had originally looked down on them because of their beauty and education now emitted a clear and sharp light as they stared at them coldly.
"Oh!" Old man Zhao was so frightened that he trembled. He subconsciously pulled his old wife back and looked at the woman warily.
Jiang Lin felt as if there were countless needles pricking her brain, and her vision was a little blurry. She blinked hard, and it took a few seconds for her to recover. Although the light around her was not very bright, she still noticed something was wrong at a glance. Why did she move to a different place?
She just kowtowed, her mind was not so clear, she was still thinking about hitting her head, how come the environment changed? Hallucination? Or has she been unconscious for a long time?
She rubbed her eyes subconsciously, and when she looked up, she saw the couple opposite her with panicked looks on their faces.
Jiang Lin's hair stood up all over his body, his eyes widened instantly, he stood up in a defensive posture, and shouted sternly: "Who are you! What are you going to do?"
"Bian Haitao, get out of here! What are you doing? This is illegal!"
Could it be that I was sold to a remote mountain village by a scumbag? ! !
Although she had read some novels about time travel and reincarnation, when she really encountered such a thing, she would not think about time travel at all. Her first thought was that she was knocked unconscious and kidnapped.
Ten thousand possibilities and her own countermeasures suddenly flooded into her mind.
At that time, she was painting her new house when her fiancé, who had been married for half a year, suddenly came to her and stammered about breaking up.
"Linlin, I've fallen in love with someone else, and she's... pregnant with my child. I want to give her and the child a legitimate status..."
"...Linlin, I know I'm sorry for you, but you don't want me to be an irresponsible man, right?"
How was she doing at that time?
She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but she didn't throw a hysterical tantrum. Instead, she looked at him calmly and nodded, "Okay, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your card replaced. If you're in a hurry, go now."
Anyway, getting a divorce certificate is not a marriage certificate, and there is no need to change clothes or wash hair. But in my mind, I was thinking about who he cheated with, and when it happened. There was no sign at all. Was it his junior schoolmate or someone else? I thought it didn't matter who it was. Anyway, as long as he cheated, I didn't need to be reluctant to break up.
No matter how deep the wound is, time will heal it. There is nothing to worry about now.
As a result, the scumbag hesitated, "Linlin, look... you are beautiful, capable, and rich, you can buy a house in the future... I, I just graduated with a doctorate, I have nothing... I can't let them..."
"You want a house?" Jiang Lin got angry. "Bian Haitao, I bought the house in full, and you didn't pay a cent. Oh, there was one time when I went to the building materials market and my tire was punctured, and you paid for the taxi fare."
"I, I said that the money was a loan to you and I will return it to you later. I never intended to waste a penny of your money!"
"Of course you have to pay me back for the tuition you borrowed from me. I have the IOU and the transfer. You have no choice but to pay me back. As for the house...haha, don't dream about it."
"We're getting divorced, and the property must be divided in half at least!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, this house was bought before I got the marriage certificate, and I invested all my savings in it. In addition, there is a debt of one million. Do you want to split it in half?"
"Jiang Lin! I didn't expect you to be so scheming. You keep saying that you admire me, love me, and support me, but you are like this? I have been blind to you for so many years! I didn't mind your parents being so rotten and your low education, but you actually treated me like this..."
"Fuck you!" Jiang Lin picked up a brick from the carpentry table and hit him, but he pushed her and her head hit the wall.
She didn't remember being unconscious. She just bumped into something, closed her eyes and opened them again. How did she end up here?
Where is Bian Haitao?
"Big sister, don't be afraid, don't scream!" Mrs. Zhao quickly comforted her, "You just hit your head accidentally, it's okay." Mrs. Zhao thought that she just hit her temple and fainted for a while, and she would wake up after pinching her Ren Zhong.
Hearing that the other party's tone was not vicious, Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still fully alert.
"Who are you to Bian Haitao?"
Mrs. Zhao looked at the old man with a puzzled look and shook her head, "We don't know this person."
Jiang Lin saw that they didn't seem to be lying, and the heart that had risen to her throat calmed down a little.
Her eyes adjusted to the surrounding light and she could see the woman who was talking. This was a middle-aged... old woman? Her skin was dark yellow, and her cheeks were covered with sun spots. Her hair was black, but it was covered with dust and putty. It hadn't been washed for many days. The dirty smell of putty was disgusting. It was unknown what year her clothes were from. The top was too big and washed white. The pants were hidden in the dark and the color and style could not be seen clearly. I guess they were not good.
Even if her step-grandmother and Bian Haitao's family in the village were poor, it wouldn't be like this. Could it be some reality show, metamorphosis, or prank show?
Did I kowtow and get knocked unconscious and brought here? This is already malicious kidnapping!
She quickly glanced around, trying to see where the camera was hidden.
This is a very old country house, with wooden windows, a brick bed, and a low and cramped roof. Above the head, the beams and sorghum straw fences are exposed, and the walls are painted with yellow mud mixed with wheat bran. There are pictures on the wall, and the patterns and handwriting have been smoked so that they can't be seen clearly. Next to her is a dark table, on which is placed a rattan kettle that you can only see on TV. Jiang Lin is a decorator and knows a lot of decoration styles, which can only be seen in the most backward mountainous areas.
She was just about to say loudly that she didn't shoot this kind of program and asked them to stop playing tricks on her, but Mrs. Zhao opposite had already opened the wooden box on the kang and took out a stack of money and tickets.
Mrs. Zhao handed Jiang Lin two hundred yuan and a hundred kilograms of food coupons, and said in a conciliatory manner, "Okay, two hundred is two hundred."
She was reluctant to part with them, but when she thought about it, she realized how nice the two children were, a pair of fair and pretty girls who looked just like the fairies in the paintings. She thought they were so precious that she bought them.
Jiang Lin looked at the colorful stack of money in the woman's hand. The light was dim and she couldn't see clearly. She moved closer and saw some new and old notes, the largest of which was ten yuan.
Ten yuan? ! !
Jiang Lin's eyes widened, and she could actually see the small words below: 1965. How could this unknown generation of RMB still be in use?
"Where is this?" She became more and more nervous.
"We're from the inn. Our surname is Zhao." Mrs. Zhao looked at the man and was a little worried. Was he stupid?
Jiang Lin: Keep pretending!
"What year is it?"
Old Man Zhao said: "It's the Year of the Dragon, and today is the hottest day of the year." He pointed to the stove head pasted on the wall above the kang.
Jiang Lin was just about to pull out the camera with a sneer when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and a lot of information appeared in her mind in an instant.
…
Jiang Lin: “!!!”
I actually traveled through time?
a bolt from the blue.
…
"Big sister, we agreed that one hundred yuan would buy one hundred kilograms of food coupons. Now you want two hundred and we'll give it to you. The food price can't go up. We only have that much food at home, and we don't have time to exchange it, and there's nowhere to borrow from."
Mrs. Zhao felt that she was not a bad person. She really couldn't give birth to a child, but she didn't want to cut off her family line, nor did she want someone else's child to occupy her house, so she wanted to find out and secretly buy a child. Anyway, everyone had a lot of children at that time, so as long as the price was right, it was not impossible to buy one.
She looked at several of them, and finally chose Jiang Lin's two children, twins, who were very handsome. The key point was that they were only 6 years old, with their birthday on August 15th, and they didn't remember much, so they couldn't be raised well, but they were not newborns who couldn't take care of themselves and urinated.
Jiang Lin was petrified at this moment. There was too much information in her mind for her to digest. Her headache was so severe that she had no time to pay attention to Mrs. Zhao.
Oh shit!
She wasn’t kidnapped, and this wasn’t some reality show, she really traveled through time!
What's even more fucked up is that she started selling children as soon as she came here, selling her own son!
Fate is such a tricky little bitch!
Because her father's cheating on her when she was a child left her with the trauma of being abandoned, she has always hated people who abandon their children. Did she never think that she would become a mother who sells her son?
"Two hundred yuan for a hundred kilograms of food?" Jiang Lin's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You just want to buy two children?"
Mrs. Zhao was afraid that she would add more money, so she immediately shouted, "Why, are you still not satisfied? If you are not satisfied, forget it."
She originally saw that the woman looked like she was in urgent need of money and thought that two hundred was the maximum. However, she did not expect her appetite to grow bigger and bigger. These educated youth from the city were all cunning and annoying.
Jiang Lin wanted to curse a few words, but her head felt like it was being stabbed with needles. In an instant, cold sweat rolled down her face. She couldn't help but hold her head and wanted to bang it against the wall.
Mrs. Zhao and her husband saw that her face turned pale from the pain and it didn't seem like she was pretending, so they didn't dare touch her. They were afraid that she would get hurt, and they were very nervous.
After a while, Jiang Lin's headache eased a little. Thinking of the children, she blurted out, "Cheng Dabao, Cheng Xiaobao!"
"Don't worry, they are outside watching the cicadas." Mrs. Zhao smiled and comforted Jiang Lin, "You were afraid that the children would hear you and pester you, so you let them play outside. Have you forgotten?"
Jiang Lin: ...I really forgot.
She pressed her head and said angrily, "How can two hundred be enough? Such a good child, how can he be worth ten thousand!"
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