When Aunt Wang came over and pulled her hair, she pressed her hand against the other woman's neck.
The sharp shard of metal cut a small gash in Aunt Wang's neck, and blood began to flow.
Chen Yunyun's voice was ruthless, "Tell them to stop, or I won't hold back."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two tall, burly men, each carrying a child, came out of the main room.
"Sister!"
"Let go of my sister! Or I'll smash all your children!"
The man pretended to lift the child high in the air, as if to smash him to the ground.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yunyun was completely unfazed by his threats. "Go ahead and smash it. Let's see if you can smash it faster or I can slit my throat faster. Shall we have a contest?"
With increased force, the shards cut deeper, and Aunt Wang's blood dripped from Chen Yunyun's hand onto the ground.
The once aggressive Aunt Wang was now like a plucked quail, terrified that Chen Yunyun might accidentally take her life if she made a sudden move.
She scolded her younger brother, "You idiot, put him down right now!"
Seeing that the two thin little ones had safely retreated behind the door, Chen Yunyun breathed a sigh of relief.
She told Aunt Wang's two younger brothers, "Get out of my house!"
The two men were at a loss and could only go outside and wait anxiously.
He couldn't help but wonder, how could Zhijun's wife, who was so thin, have beaten his sister?
Inside the house, Aunt Wang's voice trembled, "Zhijun's family, we're all from the same village, we see each other all the time, why be so cruel? Don't you think so?"
When they bring people to your door, punch and kick you, and bully children, why don't they say they're from the same village?
Chen Yunyun sneered.
"I will pay the money back before the Chinese New Year."
"If they come to my house to cause trouble again in the future, it won't be as easy as it was today."
"Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Your child is only two years old. Auntie, you should think it over."
The blatant threat sent chills down Aunt Wang's spine. Without thinking, she retorted, "You have children too, aren't you afraid..."
She stopped speaking before she could finish.
She's confused; none of the three children in Chen Yunyun's family are her biological children!
Aunt Wang slunk away, saying as if to save face before leaving, "If you can't pay back the money before the New Year, I don't care about any of this nonsense."
Seeing that the person had gone far away, Chen Yunyun breathed a sigh of relief. Her body was so hungry that her vision blurred and she collapsed to the ground.
The door to the main room was carefully opened, and a little boy who looked about four or five years old came out carrying another little boy.
The two children were as thin as bamboo poles, their faces and hands were black and dirty, and their long fingernails were full of mud.
The wind blowing in from the empty front door made me shiver. The two kids were wearing shirts that exposed their arms in the middle of summer. What good could that little bit of fabric do?
Niu Niu stood in front of Chen Yunyun, holding her younger brother, her small body slightly hunched, and she did not look directly at her stepmother.
The stepmother borrowed a lot of money but couldn't pay it back. For the first two months, the villagers didn't do anything out of respect for the father.
After several months of silence from her father, villagers began coming to their door one by one. Demanding money from the stepmother, and being beaten if she didn't pay, was nothing new.
Every time her stepmother was beaten, she would intensify the abuse on them. Niu Niu got used to it, but the hatred in her heart was growing wildly.
One day, she will make her stepmother regret everything she did to her and her brother!
Niu Niu lowered her head, concealing the surging hatred in her eyes.
As Chen Yunyun looked at the two little children, she thought of the original owner's actions and sighed silently.
The original owner really deserved it; she was unhappy with her own life, so why did she abuse the child?
Such a small child, forced to do laundry, cook, and work in the fields, receives no praise for doing well, and is subjected to beatings and scoldings for doing poorly.
What kind of heartless woman is this!
Once she felt a little better, she got up and walked around the small mud house from front to back.
She had traveled back to the 1960s, the most difficult era since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
It is now the early 1960s, a time of great turmoil.
But perhaps because Xujia Village is too remote, the villagers here have not been greatly affected by the political situation outside.
The mud house she lived in was located at the east end of the village. It was about 90 square meters and included a kitchen, a main room, a bedroom, a woodshed, and a dilapidated mud courtyard.
The courtyard wall was low, and mud was rolling down...
In my memory, this dilapidated house would leak every time it rained, with water dripping everywhere, and the floor would quickly turn into mud, making it sticky to your feet when you walked on it.
Chen Yunyun took out her key and opened the kitchen door. The rice jar was empty, with a few moldy sweet potatoes in the corner.
The original owner refused to eat the moldy sweet potato and had nothing else to eat, so she starved to death in bed.
Oh my god, other people transmigrate and become the most beloved member of the group.
She transmigrated and became a married woman with three little ones. Her family was extremely poor and didn't even have a bite to eat.
Not only was my stomach cramping from hunger, but I also got beaten up for nothing.
What about the so-called "golden finger" principle? Why didn't she have it!
Just as she was silently complaining, a faint green light suddenly emanated from the dark wall.
No—the point where the light points converged wasn't a wall, but the void directly in front of her.
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