After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

special.

So hungry.

Shui Qing woke up in pain and hunger.

Isn't she dead?

As a strong woman who has struggled all the way, she has a successful career, but she has no children and is plagued by diseases.

Before her death, she donated all her wealth to girls in impoverished mountainous areas to help them complete their studies and leave the mountains.

How can a dead person still feel pain in the back of his head and hunger?

"Mom, my eldest sister secretly took away the steamed buns while cooking. Eat them quickly so that grandma and uncle don't notice."

A timid little voice came, and a thin hand handed a hot bun to her.

Thin arms are like hemp poles.

The black and white eyes on the thin cheeks appear extraordinarily large.

The clothes on his body were dark and gray.

There are patches piled on top of each other.

Here and there, here and there, in tatters.

And, the ancient costume of the baby in front of me!

Shui Qing was confused.

Is she wearing it?

The child in front of him was obviously malnourished for a long time. He swallowed unknowingly as he stared at the black buns in his hands with his big eyes.

But no matter how hungry she was, no matter how greedy she was for the steaming food in her hand, the little girl would not be reluctant to part with it.

When she looked at her 'mother', her eyes were full of distress and worry.

Seeing that her mother refused to take the buns, Erya became a little anxious, but the eldest sister repeatedly told her to give her mother something to replenish her health.

Erya stuffed the buns in her hands into her mother's hands, and worriedly advised her, "Mom, you've lost a lot of blood on the back of your head. You need to eat more food to make up for it."

Shui Qing looked at the dark steamed buns in her hands. They were so hot that they were obviously just out of the pan.

My stomach was growling, and my hands and feet were weak from hunger.

She swallowed and took a big bite.

At that moment, Shui Qing almost burst into tears.

It's so unpalatable!

It looks like the difference between it and white-flour steamed buns is only in color, but when you swallow it, it feels hard and not fluffy and soft at all.

It's all adulterated with wheat bran, which in China would be used to feed pigs!

No, pigs eat better than this!

She choked her neck and swallowed, only to feel that the wheat bran, which was not very finely ground, stung her throat.

Thinking of eating this kind of black-faced steamed bun every day in the future, Shui Qing wanted to go back and make it again.

Erya took the tears in Shui Qing's eyes as excitement and said distressedly: "It's delicious. Mom, please eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Shui Qing: ...Did she hear correctly, this is delicious?

Erya patted Shui Qing's back tenderly and advised, "My aunt gave birth to four sons, and grandma said she is a great contributor to our Fan family.

Grandma has always been partial to my eldest uncle, mother, why can’t you understand? "

Shui Qing took this opportunity to quickly sort out the memories of the original owner in his mind.

The original owner's name is Hu Shuiqing, and her husband Fan Jin is a scholar. So far, he has not even been admitted as a scholar.

Fortunately, he is diligent and does some book-copying work in the city, and can earn 53 yuan a day - a very high income for a family in the village who digs for food in the dirt.

They have five children, two daughters and three sons.

The eldest and the second are two daughters who are eleven and ten years old respectively. They don’t have names, but they are called “Da Ya Er Ya”.

The third child, Fan Jiang, is nine years old.

The fourth child, Fan He, is eight years old.

Old Wu Fanhu is only seven years old.

According to common sense, the original owner had three sons and his status in the family should be high, at least not as lowly as it is now.

But the original owner’s sister-in-law gave birth to four sons and one daughter. There were many sons, and they were in front;

The original owner's first and second children were both daughters, and he considered himself a dwarf and inferior to others. Even if he gave birth to three sons in a row, his status in the family remained as humble as ever.

Even his two daughters were being shouted at.

During the busy farming season, the family went to the fields and took on all the household chores, but the food, clothing, and necessities were the most miserable.

Erya reached out and touched the blood on the back of Shui Qing's head, and said worriedly: "Even if you have to argue with my uncle, you should wait until dad comes back or when my eldest sister and I are here."

That way, when the eldest uncle and grandma are fighting, she and the eldest sister can stand in front of her!

At least Mom won't get hurt.

Shui Qing, who had already accepted the memory, felt sour in his heart.

The reason why the original owner got hit on the forehead was because her mother-in-law and sister-in-law wanted to sell Daya and pay a betrothal gift to Fan Dazhu, the son of the eldest brother and sister-in-law.

The original owner naturally disagreed - she still had three sons, and the betrothal gifts she had left when her two daughters got married might be enough for their three sons to get wives. How could they be used for the marriage of the sons of the eldest brother and sister-in-law's family!

The original owner, who had always been cowardly, was pushed and pushed by his sister-in-law Sun Jinhua and his mother-in-law, and the back of his head hit the ground and disappeared.

Sun Jinhua had four older sons standing by her. She was not afraid at all. She even glanced at them, twisted her body, and left.

Fan's mother felt a little guilty, mainly because she was afraid that it would be hard to explain to her younger son who was earning money in the city when he came back. So she called Da Ya and Er Ya to carry Mrs. Hu back to the house and lay down, and she left with peace of mind.

The two daughters looked at their unconscious mother, their eyes were swollen from crying, and now they risked being beaten and scolded to steal black-faced steamed buns to supplement her nutrition.

Shui Qing snorted coldly, why should her daughter be sold to find a wife for her son?

No matter whether it is a cousin, a cousin, or a biological brother who marries a wife, she cannot get it by selling her daughter!

Now that she is here, she will have the final say from now on!

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I ate half of the black-faced steamed bun with tears in my eyes. Shuiqing couldn't swallow it even if I held my neck.

In a blink of an eye, I saw my second daughter, who was like bean sprouts, looking at the black-faced steamed buns in her hand with envy.

In the family, the second child has always been the least pampered and least valued, especially as a girl.

She handed over the remaining black-faced steamed buns.

Erya was so hungry that she swallowed her saliva and whispered: "Mom, you eat!"

The eldest sister risked being beaten and scolded by grandma and auntie, so she withheld it from the food. She couldn't eat it.

"I'm full, you go ahead and eat." Shui Qing couldn't refuse and said, "You can help me eat so that I won't be discovered later."

She is in good health. Even though her hands and feet were weak from hunger before, she has regained a lot of strength after eating half a black-faced steamed bun.

Without water, she couldn't eat the hard steamed buns that irritated her throat.

Looking at his second daughter devouring food in front of him, Shui Qing didn't know whether it was because of his bloodline or simply because he couldn't bear to see the suffering, and his heart felt sour and bitter.

"Damn girl, where did you go to hide again! I caught you, be careful you don't have anything to eat for lunch!"

"She's just like that lazy girl of hers who's always good at cheating and sneaking around. Once she's bumped into someone, she just lies there and doesn't do any work. The whole family is a freeloader!"

"Da Ya, lunch isn't ready yet? If it's not ready, don't eat it!"

……

Waves of yelling and cursing came from outside the house, and they were full of momentum.

Erya's thin and frail body shrank.

After the yelling, there was the sound of a heavy slap on the back, which was very clear even if it reached the room where Shui Qing was.

"No!" Erya quickly opened the door and rushed out.

In the yard, Da Ya was pushed to the ground and beaten, while a circle of cousins ​​stood around and watched indifferently.

Shuiqing stood up and tried it and found that he was in good health. Even though his hands and feet were weak from hunger before, he regained a lot of strength after eating half a black-faced steamed bun.

The wicked need the wicked to grind.

Damn it, let you know, she is not a good thing.

She will protect her daughter, no one can bully her daughter!