nashuaworldcup Chapter 215 Parents Who Prefer Sons to Daughters 2
Chapter 215 Parents Who Prefer Sons to Daughters 2
The current Qingmo, also known as Jiang Qing, thinks that if Jiang Qing could be reborn, she would definitely be the heroine of a revenge novel, since the resentment she felt before her death was genuine.
Unfortunately, she doesn't have a system, nor is she the female lead, and Heaven hasn't favored her. So, the sword of revenge can only be wielded by Qingmo on her behalf.
It's summer of 1968 now, and winter is when Xiao Jiangqing fell into the ice hole. Now it's Qingmo's turn, so she's no longer the one who's unlucky.
"You brat, what are you standing there for? Go wash these clothes right now, or I'll teach you a lesson."
As she spoke, her mother, Huang Meihua, threw a pile of dirty clothes in front of her. Seeing that she still didn't move, Huang Meihua prepared to pull her ear.
With her tiny, claw-like hands, Qingmo grabbed Huang Meihua and easily crushed her thumb and forefinger.
"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Huang Meihua screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching two fingers, unsure of what to do. Should she go and discipline this brat? Or should she rush to see a doctor?
Qingmo looked at her with a smile. She was a skinny monkey who was less than 1.4 meters tall. Because she had to do a lot of work since she was old enough to understand things, her skin was not only rough and cracked, but also dark yellow and black, giving people the feeling that she was very dirty and could not be cleaned.
She was indeed quite dirty, with black grime under her fingernails and patches covering her entire body. But in those days, this was common for children in the countryside. Qingmo wasn't one to be pretentious; whether she was pretentious or not, it was all her.
In the end, the pain outweighed the desire to clean up the child. The child could be cleaned up anytime, but she felt that her fingers were about to be ruined. Huang Meihua quickly ran out to find the village's barefoot doctor to check her hand.
Qingmo didn't really do anything to her. Doesn't she like to pull people's ears? So crushing two of her fingers isn't too much to ask, right? She can't pull bunny ears anymore, hehe.
As mentioned before, now that she has become an immortal, Qingmo can directly unleash the strength of the peak of Qi Refining in the ordinary mortal world. Dealing with these weaklings will be a piece of cake.
It's almost noon now, and her father, Jiang Debang, along with her eldest son Jiang Dongyi and second son Jiang Donger, have already gone to work.
The third and fourth brothers would spend their days following around the village thugs, teasing cats and dogs.
Only the fifth child is still attending school.
In this day and age, children in the countryside mature early and need to help with chores at a young age. Although the Jiang family favors boys over girls, boys also need to work, otherwise how can they support so many people in the family?
Apart from the youngest son, who is in school, the other four boys should, in principle, be working in the fields to earn work points. However, the third and fourth sons are unreliable and often skip work.
To say they're lazy is an understatement; this family isn't lazy at all. They're hardworking and simple. But what's strikingly similar about them is that they all take it for granted that they bully the original owner's child, simply because she's a girl.
Because the original owner was still young, she didn't go to work in the fields at the moment, but the work was not easy either. She worked from morning till night every day, and also had to cut pig feed to earn work points. Her life was no easier than anyone else's, but she ate the least amount of food and endured the most beatings and scoldings.
In the countryside, neighbors are used to this kind of situation, since every household does it. Although Xiao Jiangqing felt wronged, she did not resent it, because this is the tragedy of this era, and every family is the same.
Her resentment and hatred stemmed from the question: why, despite living so cautiously, could she not even survive? She hadn't done anything wrong; was she just meant to die because she wasn't a boy?
There were only three bedrooms in the house. One was for the eldest and second eldest sons, one for the remaining three older brothers, and one for the parents. Little Jiang Qing had to live in a simple woodshed.
With no one home, Qingmo quickly slipped into the woodshed and went into her spatial dimension to take a bath. To be honest, although she wasn't fussy, she felt uncomfortable all over, sticky and like she had a shell on her body.
After taking a shower, Qingmo emerged from the space feeling refreshed and changed into one of the original owner's only two clean clothes. Although they were still patched upon patched, she felt much more energetic.
She had just stepped out of the woodshed when she saw the third and fourth brothers return. The third brother glared at her and said, "You good-for-nothing, what are you doing in the woodshed? Is lunch ready yet? I'm starving. Go find me something to eat."
Qingmo sneered, "Third Brother, do you have no hands or feet? If you're hungry, then go make something. I'm not hungry."
Enraged, the third brother rushed over to hit her, but Qingmo dodged lightly, and the third brother missed and fell face-first into the mud.
Seeing this, the fourth brother also rushed forward, but Qingmo pushed him away, and the fourth brother flew far away like a kite with a broken string.
The third and fourth brothers slunk to their feet, their eyes filled with terror.
Qingmo crossed her arms, her gaze icy. "Brothers, you'd better watch yourselves. If you dare to bully me again, it won't be just this little lesson."
She clapped her hands, then went out and headed straight up the mountain. She wasn't planning to come back tonight; she'd return tomorrow to watch the show.
Huang Meihua found a barefoot doctor, who was quite skilled. He touched her finger bones and found that they were all broken. He immediately said that they were incurable and that she would probably be crippled in the future.
Huang Meihua didn't believe it. The doctor told her to go to the hospital, but Huang Meihua was reluctant to spend the money. She could only ask the doctor to bandage her up and prescribe some medicine to apply at home. She planned to beat that brat to death when she got back.
He was even more puzzled. What kind of magic pill had she taken to crush her finger bones? He thought, "When she gets back, I'll skin that brat alive. She has such strength. I've never seen her work any harder."
As soon as Huang Meihua got home, her third and fourth sons rushed up to complain. When they heard that the girl had not only hit someone but also run away, Huang Meihua became even angrier and started hurling all sorts of foul language and insults at the door.
The third son said, "Mom, stop scolding her now. We'll teach that girl a lesson when she gets back. The fourth son and I are starving. Go and cook something. If Dad and the eldest brother come home from work and there's no food, Dad will punish you again."
Huang Meihua thought of her husband's seemingly honest but actually violent nature, so she had no choice but to give up. However, since her finger was injured and she couldn't move her right hand, she had to ask her two children for help.
"Say it, say it, all you do is talk. Didn't you see your mother's hand is injured? We owe you. If you want to eat, come and help us. You bunch of debt collectors."
Qingmo didn't care at all about the Jiang family gathering in the evening to discuss how to take care of themselves, since she didn't plan to go home tonight anyway.
After finding a secluded spot on the mountain, I entered the space and enjoyed a delicious meal, finally feeling refreshed.
The body was still young, and she was tired and sleepy. She didn't have the energy to deal with that family right now. She would deal with it after she woke up.