Fast-forward to the era of cannon fodder

Chapter 191 The Unjust Sister 5
Mother Zhong said weakly, "Yuanchun, you know that Mom is not in good health..."

"Mom, you always say you're not feeling well. I'll take a day off tomorrow and take you to the hospital." Yuanchun interrupted her, showing her worry. "Mom, what if you get a terminal illness? I don't want to lose you so early. Although studying is important to me, it's not as important as mom. Let's put it this way, mom, let's go to the hospital tomorrow and let Guoqiang ask the teacher for leave for me."

Bad health at all. In order to be lazy, this old woman pretends to be weak and pua the original owner every day, making the original owner, at a young age, be sensible and well-behaved and take on all the housework.

The original owner was like a working machine, serving the whole family's food, drink, defecation and clothing every day.

Mother Zhong choked and looked at her eldest daughter with a bad face as she went back to the house. She wanted to chase after her and grab her hair and beat her up, but she had always been a gentle and kind mother, so she couldn't turn against her eldest daughter over such a small matter.

After all, life is long.

Mother Zhong bit her lip, looked at her three hungry children, and said with a smile, "Your eldest sister doesn't want to cook, so I'll do it. You guys go play first, and I'll call you when I'm done."

The attitude is completely different, and the kindness in his eyes is genuine.

Zhong Yuanfen hugged her mother and bit her on the cheek, "Mom, you are so kind."

This made Mother Zhong smile happily.

But when I thought about my eldest daughter's transformation today, I felt a little uneasy.

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Mother Zhong only cooked a few bowls of cabbage porridge, just enough for the couple and their three children, one bowl each. She also heated up a few large pancakes, and ate pickled vegetables and shredded potatoes.

Yuanchun got up and saw that Zhong's mother and her three younger brothers and sisters had all started eating, but there was still a bowl of porridge on the table that no one was eating.

Yuanchun didn't call anyone. She just walked over, picked up the bowl of porridge, and started eating it.

Mother Zhong opened her mouth and said, "Yuanchun, that's your father's porridge. Eat your father's porridge. What does your father eat? Your father is about to get off work."

Yuanchun looked bewildered, "Mom, where's my porridge?" Mother Zhong's face froze slightly, and she said awkwardly, "I thought you would sleep until tomorrow morning, so I didn't cook your porridge."

Yuanchun was heartbroken and complained to Lao Bailian, "Mom, I didn't bring any steamed buns today, but you won't let me eat. Why do my younger brothers and sisters do nothing all day, but they still have food to eat? I get up early and work late every day to help you, and I earn money to buy vegetables and steamed buns for you, but I can't even have a bowl of porridge. I bought these cabbages and potatoes with the money I earned from selling coal slag, so why can't I eat them?"

There was a smelter on the outskirts of the city, an hour's journey from the Zhong family. Every day, the original owner would get up before dawn, cook, and then run to the outside of the smelter to pick up unburned coal slag.

Once, the original owner bought some vegetables that the villagers could not finish eating from a nearby village. Not only did she not need a vegetable ticket, the price was one cent per pound cheaper than at the supply and marketing cooperative. But since then, Mother Zhong handed the burden of buying vegetables to the original owner, but did not give her a penny.

In order to provide food for his family, the original owner had to work harder to pick up coal slag and sell it for money to buy vegetables, regardless of wind, rain, or snow.

The smelter's garbage station often throws out some small scrap iron, which the original owner will pick up and accumulate together, and then take to the blacksmith shop to sell for money at the end of the month.

The white flour buns I ate every month were earned by selling scrap iron.

In the season of food shortage and hunger, in order to prevent her family from having to eat white rice, the original owner would get up earlier to dig wild vegetables and pick mushrooms... The original owner would try her best to get anything to eat.

Hey……

Even Yuanchun felt sorry for the poor little girl.

She loved her family with all her heart and thought about them, but in the end... they just treated her as a tool to make money and eat.

After taking advantage of others, they still want to take advantage of them.

It's so miserable.

(End of this chapter)