Lin Qinghuan looked at Lin Piaoxue, who was still sleeping. Her skin was fair and delicate, and she was well-maintained. She didn't look like a country person at all. Instead, she looked like a pampered young lady who had been raised in a delicate way. It's true that different people have different fates. No, it should be that people with the same father and mother have different fates.
Lin Qinghuan's lips curled into a cold smile. Lin Piaoxue was very favored in the Lin family, even more so than Lin Qing and his three brothers. In such an era that favored sons over daughters, Lin Piaoxue was able to live such a comfortable life. Her family and the villagers all liked her. Her methods and scheming must be extraordinary.
Lin Qinghuan just wanted to live well in this era and didn't want to compete for favor with others. She hoped that Lin Piaoxue wouldn't provoke her. She wasn't the original owner of this body, so she kept her anger and resentment to herself and silently endured it.
Lin Qinghuan's motto is: if you treat me with respect, I will treat you with even greater respect; if you treat me unkindly, I will retaliate. I will never follow the original owner's old path and become a doormat.
Lin's father looked at the three Lin brothers and said, "You three brothers should stop being lazy. If you see that there is no water in the water tank, you should take the initiative to fetch water. Don't make Qinghuan do everything. She will get married in the future and can't stay at home forever."
“Father, Lin Qinghuan isn’t married yet, is she? She’s strong, carrying a few buckets of water won’t be a big deal for her,” Lin Feng said matter-of-factly.
Lin's father frowned and looked at Lin Feng, saying coldly, "You three brothers are young and strong, yet you make Qinghuan fetch water all year round. What will the villagers think? They will think you are lazy and good-for-nothing. Who would want to marry their daughter to you?"
Lin Feng was taken aback by his father's words, then said dismissively, "Dad, everyone knows Lin Qinghuan is strong, the village shouldn't think that way."
Lin Qing's eyes flickered. He was already twenty-four years old. People his age were already married and even had children. Could it be true, as his father said, that outsiders mistakenly thought the three brothers were lazy, which was why no matchmaker had come to propose marriage? If that was the case, then he really had to fetch water in the future to show the villagers that the three brothers were not only educated but also very good at working in the fields, and even helped with chores at home.
Lin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that he must not be too cold to Lin Qinghuan in public. He should not ignore her when he saw her being bullied. Otherwise, people outside would think he was cold-blooded and heartless, not even helping his own sister who was being bullied.
The three Lin brothers each had their own thoughts and ideas.
Lin's father looked at Lin Qing and the others. Apart from the second son, the eldest and third sons had already come to their senses, and their expressions softened. They walked into the kitchen with their hands behind their backs.
"Is the porridge ready? Eat it and go to work. Come back early at noon."
"It's cooked," Lin's mother said.
"No matter who it is today, everyone has to work. No one is allowed to slack off. Weed the cornfield at Da Wan," said Lin's father.
When Lin's mother heard that the whole family had to go to work, she was worried that Lin Piaoxue would not be able to endure the hardship. She said, "The sun is so strong. Piaoxue has delicate skin and tender flesh. She doesn't need to go to work. She can just stay home to cook and feed the chickens."
Mr. Lin glanced at Mrs. Lin, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Lin's mother was delighted, thinking that Lin's father would insist that Lin Piaoxue go to work in the fields.
"Piaoxue is so sensible, she will definitely marry into a good family in the future and help out her family."
A smile appeared on Lin's father's face as he said, "I hope so."
"Don't worry, once Piaoxue leaves the village, everyone praises her for being gentle and kind. Many people in the village have hinted to me that they want to propose marriage, but Piaoxue doesn't like them and I've rejected them all with various excuses," Lin's mother said proudly.
"What are your thoughts on Piaoxue?" Lin's father asked.
Lin's mother smiled broadly and said, "That girl has big ambitions. She wants to marry into the city, and she must be rich."
“We don’t know anyone in the city, and no one can introduce us. Besides, Piaoxue stays at home all day, so it’s going to be difficult for her to marry into the city,” Lin’s father said.
"Fate is predetermined. When Piaoxue's time comes, she will meet a perfect husband." Lin's mother smiled at Lin's father and said, "Don't forget, the fortune teller predicted that Piaoxue is destined for wealth and will enjoy a life of happiness."
Lin's father remembered what the fortune teller had said, and his smile deepened.
"I hope the fortune teller's prediction is accurate," said Lin's father.
Lin's mother looked at Lin's father with a haughty expression and said, "You underestimate your daughter. How could she do something she's not sure of?"
Lin's father thought of the unmarried young men in the village who were openly and secretly trying to please him, all wanting to marry Lin Piaoxue. A slight smile appeared on his lips and a hint of pride on his face. Moreover, Piaoxue was resourceful and cunning, which was how she was able to gain a foothold in her husband's family and help her three sons.
Lin's mother glanced at Lin's father with a smug look on her face, then walked happily to the kitchen door and called out, "Dinner's ready!"
Hearing her mother's call, Lin Qinghuan looked at Lin Piaoxue, who was still sleeping in bed. Her eyes lit up, and she walked to Lin Piaoxue's bedside, shouting loudly, "Lin Piaoxue, your mother is calling you for dinner."
Lin Piaoxue was startled by Lin Qinghuan's shout. She opened her eyes and glared at Lin Qinghuan, saying, "Lin Qinghuan, what grudge do you have against me?"
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