“Sister, what if she dies?” “If she dies, then she dies. It would be one less burden on our family; that’s a good thing!” “But we’re the ones who beat her...” “If you don’t say it, who will know?” …… Li Jinfeng opened her eyes groggily, everything in front of her was unfamiliar. A dilapidated mud house, walls plastered with yellow mud, windows without glass, and a quilt that had turned black. Her head was splitting, Li Jinfeng’s brain buzzed, and a set of memories that didn’t belong to her gradually emerged in her mind. The girl in the memories shared her name, Li Jinfeng, only sixteen years old, but living in the early 1960s, an era of severe scarcity where most people were starving. Li Jinfeng’s mother, Zhang Xiulan, had remarried into the Li family. When she came, she brought Li Jinfeng and joined the household with Li Qiushou, who already had seven children, and they had been living together for seven years. During these seven years, of the Li family’s seven children, aside from the third daughter Li Aizhu and the fourth daughter Li Aimei who had married and left, five were still at home. The eldest son, Li Dahuhu, and the second son, Li Dahe, had married in the last and the year before last respectively, and they lived with their wives in the old Li family home.

The unmarried fifth child is called Li Dahai, and the sixth and seventh children are daughters, one named Li Aiju and the other named Li Ailan. The Li family, like most people of this era, has a large family. In those times, having many mouths to feed meant a greater need for food. Moreover, since Li Jinfeng was not the biological child of the Li family, she did not have a good life over the years. The grandmother was not her biological grandmother, the father was not her biological father, and although there was an upright grandfather, Li Fuman, he ultimately could not save her life. Li Jinfeng was beaten to death by her two step-sisters, Li Aiju and Li Ailan, over a piece of beef jerky. The back of the earthenware bowl was smashed down on her head by Li Ailan from above, shattering the bowl and causing Li Jinfeng's head to bleed profusely. Seeing that something had happened, the two step-sisters took the beef jerky and hid in the haystack in the village. By the time Li Jinfeng was found, she had already passed away. Perhaps it was at that moment that Li Jinfeng replaced the original owner and came to this era. Before she had time to lament the tragic life of the young girl, at that moment, the door creaked open and a woman wearing tattered clothes made of homespun fabric, with a weary face, stepped forward. Seeing that Li Jinfeng had awakened, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Does your head still hurt? Your grandfather has applied herbal medicine, and you'll be fine soon."

The woman's mouth opened and closed as she spoke words of concern for Li Jinfeng. With the help of her memory, Li Jinfeng knew that this woman was the original owner's mother, Zhang Xiulan.

Zhang Xiulan was about one meter fifty-eight tall, very thin, so much so that you couldn't dig out two ounces of flesh with a knife, yet the clothes she wore were too big, hanging on her body like a large burlap sack.

Her complexion was yellowish, even somewhat swollen, and her walking steps were a bit unsteady, indicating that her daily life was lacking in oil, salt, nutrition, and she often went hungry.

However, in this era, most people were like this, and even the original owner was not much better off.

Li Jinfeng tried to touch the scar on her forehead, but before she could even touch it, the pain made her whole body convulse.

'Mom...' Li Jinfeng called out, but did not reveal too much emotion.

'Your grandfather has taken three days off for you, so you don't have to go to the production team to earn work points for these three days. If you really feel unwell, just lie down on the kang.'