Lin Ying seemed to have a nightmare!

In her dream, she is no longer the girl who is the scumbag of her father in modern times, and her mother is divorced and she lives with her.

In the dream, she was born in 1952. Her father was a worker and her mother was a housewife. The nine of them lived with her grandparents.

She didn't remember much about her memories before she was eight years old. The girl only knew that her family was poor and she couldn't eat enough. She also had to share the food with the large group of relatives who fled famine. She ate the vegetables and leaves every day. She hated these relatives who came from outside to steal her food... Later, she grew up slowly, and more than a dozen educated youths from the city came to them. Those educated youths were much better than the young men in the village. One of them was so beautiful that they looked very beautiful, and they looked at her...

Then the source of her life's tragedy. She fell in love with the male educated youth, half-suppressed and half-old, and drew the old one with the educated youth... She was pregnant, but the educated youth returned to the city... Her father was taken away and never came back... She was scolded... Her father died, and no one loved her anymore. Her mother and brothers and sisters hated her... She took that child and was married to an old widower who had no children who was over 20 years older than her. She was beaten and scolded every day, and gave birth to five more children... Her only thought was to kill the old man and then enjoy the blessing of several children... But in the end, the old man died. She took care of the family and served the younger ones one by one. When she was old, she couldn't move and was disgusted by the children and drove out of the house... Helplessly, she hung a rope on a crooked tree... Then she returned to her eight years old...

"You should live for me. I have lived enough of this kind of life." After discovering that after I was reborn, the poor woman was unwilling to even try. After pouring her decades of miserable fate into her mind, "I just hope you can avenge me..."

Lin Ying was awakened by this nightmare, and her forehead and clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Is this her miserable life now? It's simply terrible.

Lin Ying only woke up for a moment and fell asleep in a daze.

I heard someone vaguely shouting, "Second brother, come and see, she woke up, oh, it's so annoying, why are you sleeping again..."

...

When Lin Ying woke up again, it was already bright and she was awakened by hunger.

The morning sun shone into the room through a thin layer of curtains, and the light and shadow made her feel a little dazed for a moment, and she didn't know where she was.

"Are you awake?" A little girl about ten years old came over with a bowl of porridge that smelled like a fragrance.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Ying's belly started to scream again. She pursed her lips, looked at the little girl in front of her, and asked tentatively: "Is this porridge for me?"

A shy smile appeared on the corner of Li Jia's mouth: "This is what Xiaofeng left for you, get up and eat it quickly! You fainted yesterday, and it was Xiaofeng who brought you home. You didn't go home all night, and your family must be very anxious. After eating porridge, go back quickly... By the way, Xiaofeng said you had a headache yesterday and forgot where your home was? Do you remember it now?"

Lin Ying thought to herself, what a headache was that he was obviously beaten by that kid.

She touched her head and felt no more, and she didn't even touch half of the scar. Now, except for being hungry, her body could not feel anything wrong. She sat at the table and looked at the bowl of wild vegetables porridge without hesitation or disgust. She picked up a few bites and drank a bowl of porridge into her stomach.

Her stomach felt much more comfortable immediately. She looked at the girl with a bowl and asked embarrassedly: "Sister, give me some water, I'm thirsty."

She didn't blush at all when she called a little girl her sister. She was only eight years old now, and this girl was one or two years older than her.

In fact, she was not full, but the memory of last night made her realize that in the late 1950s, every family was not having a good life. However, the place where she is located is the northeast of the motherland. It is vast and sparsely populated, and the famine is not serious. Every household doesn’t say how good they eat, but hard work can still make you fill your stomach.

Just like the wild vegetable porridge she drank just now, it should be chopped with her mother-in-law's dice and put it in the cornmeal porridge. The porridge made has thick vegetable leaves and some salt to season. It is not particularly unpalatable for her hungry.

She now has memories and is embarrassed to eat at other people's houses. She can go home and eat before eating. Now let's drink some water first!

Li Jia took the bowl from her hand and poured her half a bowl of cold water, "Give it, you drink it, this water was just made in the morning."

Lin Ying had drunk water and saw that Li Jia had already gone to the kang to clean up the house. She sat on a stool and looked at the house.

To be honest, she has seen poor families in rural areas, but no matter how poor people are, even if they are huts, there are always two houses. One is living in a house and the other is a kitchen.

But this is the first time she has seen a house with this pattern.

There is only one room, both a bedroom and a kitchen. Opposite the window is a large kang, with two large wooden boxes on the tip of the kang, and a fire hole under the head of the kang. A bundle of firewood is neatly placed next to the kang hole. In this way, when it is cold and it is necessary to burn the fire, the house will not be cleaned if it wants to be clean.

There was an old cupboard in one corner, with a pile of debris next to it, and an old-fashioned table and a few wooden stools below the window, and an old-fashioned clock was placed on the table.

A portrait of a great man was hung on the wall above the table, and a small photo next to it was a young couple, and a young boy who had been sitting on his lap for about a hundred days.

Li Jia climbed onto the kang, cleaned up the torn clothes thrown on the kang, and folded several patched quilts neatly on the cabinet at the end of the kang.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Lin Ying staring at the photo in a daze.

"Is this Li Yifeng?" Lin Ying asked at the photo.

Li Jia shook her head and was silent for a while and said, "This is my father and my mother. This child is my eldest brother's family photo taken during the 100-day period!" He added, "My eldest brother is going to school, and his name is Li Yizhuo, so he's good at studying."

Maybe she was not very happy to mention this, so she asked Lin Ying: "Where is your home? Do I need to send you back?"

Lin Ying blinked, "Is that OK? I don't know where it is, it's behind the textile factory anyway. Do you know where the textile factory is?"

The poor woman of the original owner would rather be lost than start over again, but she was a cheaper one.

But her memory is a bit confusing. It may be because her childhood memories are too long, or because her life has been too difficult for decades, which makes her forget the good and bad things when she was young. Only a few fragments of her father's love for her and some things that she thinks are more important in her memory.
Chapter completed!