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Chapter 113 She knew that she and her daughters finally had a way to continue living.
She stopped trying to hide it and immediately made a sarcastic remark.

"You're a divorced woman, and you're still being picky?"

"You don't want to get married, huh? Fine, then move out of this house. Let me tell you, no one in my family gets something for nothing."

"I'm not just eating and living here for free. Chunhua and I also do our work." Because they were afraid of being accused of eating and living here for free, Wang Qiulan and her three daughters worked very hard.

But the result...

Her sister-in-law just sneered, "Who cares about what you've done? Let me tell you, either you marry Master Wu as I suggested, then I can let Chunhua and her two sisters stay in this house, or you pay rent, 200 coins a month, or you take your daughter and move out!"

“Why should I move out? This house belongs to my parents, not you,” Wang Qiulan retorted.

"Haha, then ask your parents if they want their daughter to stay?"

Wang Qiulan looked at her parents and brother beside her.

The three of them lowered their heads and looked down the moment she passed by.

At that moment, Wang Qiulan's heart turned cold.

Yes, she should understand her parents' and brother's personalities, plus her sister-in-law is also domineering.

After my sister-in-law married into the family, this house has long since become hers.

In the end, Wang Qiulan made a decision and moved out.

Fortunately, the village chief of Wangjia Village was a kind-hearted person.

After learning about Wang Qiulan's situation, they found her a house.

The house is very dilapidated. It is located at the end of the village. It used to belong to an elderly person living alone. After the old person died, the house was abandoned.

Although the place was dilapidated, Wang Qiulan was already very grateful to have a place to stay, and the village chief had also allowed her and her daughter to stay there temporarily for free.

She had just finished packing when she saw her father come over. He hurriedly threw a small bag of coarse grains at her, said, "Daughter, it's your parents' fault. Don't blame your parents," and then left.

Wang Qiulan looked at the bag of coarse grains, and then at the rain that was falling.

"mother……"

She held her three daughters in her arms, pondering her future situation.

How can she earn money to support herself and her three daughters?
Just when Wang Qiulan was feeling lost, she was surprised to find a way out the very next day.

Princess Fuqing has built a textile factory in the town and is recruiting female workers. I heard that the wages and benefits are very good.

The moment Wang Qiulan heard the news, she knew that it was her only way out.

So she resolutely went to apply for the job.

She burst into tears of joy when she learned that she had been hired.

She knew that she and her daughters finally had a way to continue living.

She can live a good and dignified life without relying on a man, without sacrificing her marriage, and without having to have a son.

So good, so good.

At this moment, Wang Qiulan's gratitude towards Princess Fuqing, whom she had never met before, reached its peak.

This was almost like giving her a new life.

In fact, there are many women like Qian Xiaocao and Wang Qiulan whose lives were changed because they were hired for this textile job.

Like Grandma Sun, who is in her fifties.

When she was young, her husband died early, and she raised her children alone with great difficulty.

She raised them, helped them get married and have children, and even took care of their children.

In the end, when she fell ill, her children heartlessly abandoned her alone in the dilapidated old house to die.

At that moment, Grandma Sun's heart broke, and she also came to terms with everything.

She was resilient and survived.

After she recovered, these ungrateful bastards "kindly" tried to invite her back to continue serving them like slaves. But Granny Sun refused to go back.

But if she doesn't go back, how will she, an old woman, support herself?
It was at this time that a job offer from a textile factory gave her hope.

Although she is old, her eyesight is still good, and her weaving skills are also quite good.

Moreover, there was no age limit for the job, so Grandma Sun resolutely applied.

To my surprise, I actually got the job.

At that moment, Grandma Sun felt as if her life had suddenly become clear and a new path had opened up for her.

And Zheng Shuqing...

Zheng Shuqing's husband was a scholar, and the two had a lovely son and a daughter.

The family of four was already struggling to make ends meet.

Her husband stopped taking the imperial examinations and opened a private school in the village, which provided him with an income and allowed him to teach their son in his spare time.

He knew that his son was intelligent, but he was sure that his son had more potential than him in the imperial examinations.

However, everything changed after her husband caught a cold.

That cold actually took Zheng Shuqing's husband away.

Her husband died, and her children had no one to rely on but her, and she had no income.

But sending my son to a private school requires money.

Where can I find this silver?
Someone in the village suggested that his son become a page to the son of a wealthy man, not only would he receive a monthly salary, but he would also be able to listen to the wealthy man's son's studies.

The son couldn't bear to see her worry about the money for his education, and was about to agree.

Zheng Shuqing also felt that this might be a way out.

It was a last resort.

However, just as she was about to agree, Zheng Shuqing saw a job posting for female workers at a textile factory.

Zheng Shuqing immediately saw hope.

“Son, you don’t need to be a page. I will be a textile worker. Once I become a textile worker, I won’t have to worry about your tuition.”

Soon, Zheng Shuqing went to apply for the job, and of course, she got the job.

So her son no longer needed to be a page.

Later, I heard that the wealthy man found another talented young man to be his son's page.

The night Zheng Shuqing got the job as a textile worker, she had a dream.

She dreamt that her son went to work as a page for the son of a wealthy man.

But one day, the son was brought back as a corpse; he had been beaten to death by the son of that wealthy man…

Zheng Shuqing's son was her only hope for survival, but after her husband died, her son also died.

Zheng Shuqing had no hope of living any longer.

In the end of her dream, Zheng Shuqing closed the doors and windows, burned charcoal, and took herself and her sleeping daughter away together.

Zheng Shuqing was frightened when she woke up.

She patted her chest, "Thank goodness it was just a dream, just a dream, not real."

Much later, when Zheng Shuqing had been working in the textile factory for a long time and was living a good life with her son and daughter, she suddenly heard that the boy who had been a page to the son of a wealthy man had died.

It was then that she learned that the son of that wealthy man would not allow his page to be smarter than him.

He would kill the page if the page was smarter than him.

It was then that Zheng Shuqing realized that the dream she had back then was not a dream at all, but was very likely a vision of what would happen if her son had become that person's page.

(End of this chapter)