My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

In the courtyard, Ruan Tinghe cleaned up the mess. She didn't care when she learned that Shen Yan had jumped out of the window and left. She was so angry that she didn't even notice that Da Bao had said that Shen Yan was sleeping in the car.

The three children were very well-behaved. They knew that their mother was working hard to deal with so many villagers, so they ate and washed themselves obediently, without causing Ruan Tinghe any worry.

She didn't pester me for stories in the evening and went to bed early.

Ruan Tinghe, however, kept tossing and turning, sometimes thinking about the child's father, sometimes wondering what Shen Yan was up to, and sometimes wondering how she should get rich now that she had the space.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

But I felt uneasy in my dreams.

She dreamed of that night again.

"Marry me, marry me."

The man's low, husky voice repeated itself like a spell, as if he had hung something around her neck. However, when she woke up, her neck was empty; there was nothing there.

Later, the man never appeared again. In order to escape the marriage and get away from Stone Village, she risked everything she could, almost losing her life along with her unborn child, and finally escaped from the cage.

She rarely recalled the struggles and pain she endured along the way, and never told anyone else about them.

When she woke up, she was soaking wet, covered in sweat, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

She had a fever, a low-grade fever, and her head felt dizzy.

"That scoundrel! He never tells the truth! He's a complete liar!"

They agreed to get married, but when she woke up, he was gone, and she almost got killed!

Unfortunately, the village had all sorts of people back then: educated youth sent to the countryside, capitalists who had been sent down to the countryside, and outsiders who were staying there temporarily...

The original owner of this body was trapped in the Ruan family due to her weak condition, and she was powerless to find anyone she wanted to help.

By the time she finally escaped and regained her freedom, some of the educated youth who had been sent to the countryside had returned to the city, some of the capitalists who had been sent down had died, and those who had stayed there had long since left.

It will be even more difficult for her to find someone.

She realized that the scumbag was truly a scumbag, and gradually lost the desire to find him.

With her thoughts in a daze, Ruan Tinghe found some fever-reducing medicine in her spatial storage and took it, but she didn't feel much better.

With space, even without going out, there's no worry about food or drink for the time being. Her refrigerator is full, enough for her family of four to eat for a long time.

Ruan Tinghe didn't plan to wash her own clothes. When the children weren't looking, she took all the clothes to the washing machine in her space and gave the drawing board and paintbrushes to Erbao.

The canvases and paintbrushes of the future world are incomparable to those of this era.

Erbao loved it so much that when he saw Ruan Tinghe drawing portraits, he tried to draw several times, only to cry again and again.

"Waaah, Mom, why can't I draw portraits well? Am I not your biological child?"

Erbao clung to Ruan Tinghe's leg, crying. Snot and tears soaked his pants leg, his little nose and eyes were red from crying, and his little body was twitching. He looked so pitiful.

Ruan Tinghe lightly flicked his forehead.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course you're your mother's biological child! Otherwise, how could you draw so well? You just can't draw people, but you're really good at drawing other things."

Sanbao handed Erbao a piece of white drawing paper, "Ah, ah, um!"

It means having Erbao draw objects.

Erbao shook his head: "I don't want to draw. I've already drawn everything here."

To appease her second child, Ruan Tinghe had a sudden inspiration: "Second child, there's something here that you definitely haven't drawn before!"

Ruan Tinghe took a small table lamp from her space. It was raining every day, the sky was gloomy, and the light was dim. Although the house had electricity, the light from the lamps was very yellow and dim, not much better than lighting candles.

The small table lamp was very bright and illuminated a wide area. She had bought it specifically in her past life to use for painting at night.

The table lamp was turned on, and the small room was instantly brightly lit.

The three little ones curiously circled the table lamp.

"Wow! Mom, is the sun trapped inside?"

"It's so warm! And so bright!"

The laughter and chatter inside were washed away by the continuous rain, and only a few sounds occasionally escaped, enough to make Shen Yan lose himself in thought for a long time.

Because of the continuous rain, Ruan Tinghe's family stayed at home for three days without going out, unaware that someone had been watching over them for three days and three nights. It wasn't until the news of the wild boar being caught came that the car, which had been washed clean by the rain, drove away.

The car had just left when Old Chen arrived on his bicycle.

"Xiao He, there's a job for you, do you want to go?"

Ruan Tinghe came out of the kitchen. "Uncle Chen, the rice is just cooked. Let's eat first!"

"It's too late, they're waiting over there. If you go, you can bring your own food to eat on the way."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"It's in a hurry."

Old Chen went into the kitchen, and only after confirming that there were no children in the house did he lower his voice to explain.

"The little niece of Manager Li from the state-run restaurant slipped and fell into the water and drowned. The girl couldn't be buried in the ancestral grave, and her family planned to burn her body. The child's mother couldn't bear to part with her child, so she asked me to have your portrait painted so she could keep it as a memento."

Ruan Tinghe frowned. "Why can't girls be buried in the ancestral graveyard?"

What kind of ridiculous rule is this? Doesn't a girl belong to the family?

Old Chen sighed, "The rules passed down from their ancestors are beyond the control of outsiders. If you take this job, we'll go now."

Fearing that Ruan Tinghe wouldn't accept, Old Chen persuaded her again.

"My wife has a relative who is a doctor in Shanghai. I heard that her teacher is a very famous medical expert from abroad. It's difficult for ordinary people to see him. I'll ask her to introduce you to him. You can take your baby to see him."

When it comes to Xiao Bao, Ruan Tinghe never disagrees!

Besides, she had originally planned to draw a portrait of the little girl anyway, so she wanted to leave something for the child's mother to remember her by.

Ruan Tinghe filled a bowl with rice, hollowed out the middle, put in a few pieces of cured meat and green vegetables, then filled it with more rice and pressed it into a round shape. A simple rice ball was made.

Wrap it in vegetable leaves and eat it while traveling.

Ruan Tinghe didn't return until evening, bringing with her the letter of introduction from the girl's mother.

Thinking about getting treatment for Xiaobao, Ruan Tinghe was so nervous that she couldn't sleep.

She only had a little over 600 yuan in savings, 300 of which she earned a few days ago by risking her life to go undercover.

That's far too little. It's not enough to treat Xiao Bao's illness. The expenses along the way alone are not a small amount.

She searched the space and picked out a few items that could be sold on the black market. With the addition of this courtyard, it should be enough for her and the children to spend their money in Shanghai for a while.

If she runs out of money, she'll find a way to get a job.

I've figured out the money issue, and when I looked at the time, it was already 3 a.m.

Since she couldn't sleep anyway, Ruan Tinghe simply hid in the space and continued drawing portraits of Shen Yan's sister.

This was Ruan Tinghe's first time painting something large from a small scale, and she had no particular method to it.

The photo was badly damaged, so her first step was to use sketching to recreate the girl's appearance in the photo.

Then, based on the girl's bone structure, muscle thickness, facial features, and so on, we describe what the girl will look like when she grows up.

After several days of effort, the girl's future appearance has taken shape, and now all that's left is to finish it off.

Her pen moved smoothly and delicately, and two hours later, a charming and lovely girl appeared on the paper.

Carefully putting the portrait away, Ruan Tinghe's gaze fell once again on the sketch she had restored.

She only drew a sketch of the girl, not the boy.

Since there was still time before dawn, Ruan Tinghe simply drew a sketch of the little boy as well.

only……

Looking at the boy's somewhat familiar face in the sketch, Ruan Tinghe was stunned.

This looks a bit like Da Bao, doesn't it?