The first thing I saw was an old-fashioned cotton gauze mosquito net with patches and yellow spots.
Through the roof of the tent, which is a rafter-column structure, you can even see the mottled light and shadow of the sun shining through the cracks in the tiles.
Looking back at the memories of her original body that had been fused during the coma, she pressed her sore and swollen scalp, feeling a little happy and a little depressed.
She knew she was wearing it again.
After all, once you are alive, you will become familiar the second time.
She was brought through time by an assisted living system.
It was originally an inconspicuous black jade pendant, which was left to her by name when her grandmother was dying.
I've worn it for many years and haven't noticed anything special about it.
Until my second year of graduate school, I went to the top of the mountain with my roommate to watch the Leonid meteor shower. When I came back, I was caught in the rain and had a fever. After two days, the fever subsided, but the black jade pendant disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was an inexplicable living assistance system in the back of my mind that claimed to be from an advanced civilization.
But before I could figure it out, I was unfortunately brought into the world of thousands of novels by the system.
He was still wearing the same terrible character she had complained about before - the ultimate cannon fodder.
Before this time, she had traveled through two small worlds one after another.
The first small world is the troubled times of the Republic of China.
She was very confused at the time, thinking about how to leave the world of the novel and go home. As a result, she failed to keep up with the rhythm of the tasks released by the convulsion system, and ended up being cannon fodder just like the plot in the book.
Die old and miserable.
The pain and despair before death seemed to be engraved into my bones. Thinking about it now, I still feel cold all over and can't help but shiver.
In the second life, she transformed into a peasant girl from the ancient era of fleeing famine.
Relying on the experience of the previous time travel and gradually understanding the rules of the system, I resolutely avoided the male and female protagonists in the book and managed to survive.
Relying on his original farming experience and the advanced farming technology exchanged with the system, he lived a relatively comfortable old age.
However, on the way to escape from the famine, I once walked through a section of snow barefoot, which caused serious physical damage and even suffered from uterine cold.
After being maliciously spread by someone with malicious intentions, no one dared to come to propose marriage, and she was happy to be alone and at ease.
If you don't have a family, you won't have children.
When she realized that her end was approaching, she simply changed hands of her farmland, orchards and workshops.
Half is donated to Ikshantang, an orphanage-like institution;
Half of it was exchanged for supplies and stored in the system warehouse.
This is now the third novel world she has entered.
She still doesn't know why she wears it or when she got it.
Should I go back to reunite with my family after traveling through a few novel worlds like a adventure game, or should I stay here forever, traveling through this and that?
No one told her.
The life assistance system that sometimes goes offline only knows how to mechanically issue tasks and distribute rewards.
If there is a chance to rate this broken system in the future, she wants to give it a negative review.
Fortunately, this time is finally not the environment of the Republic of China where wars raged and warlords were separatist, nor is it the chaotic ancient times where natural disasters continued and people were in dire straits.
This time I'm wearing a chronicle.
Although it is far removed from the era she once lived in, she finally no longer has to flee.
What's depressing is that her identity is still the ultimate cannon fodder that everyone in the comment section calls out and everyone in the article despises - the heroine's sister-in-law.
This novel is called "The Little Stepmother of the 1980s Military Wife", and the heroine is Zhu Yunjing.
After graduating from high school, she was expected to be admitted to college, but her brother broke his hand due to a work-related injury. Her parents, who favored sons over daughters, married her into the Xu family and became the stepwife of Xu Zhinian, the eldest son of Xu who had died in exchange for a gift of 500 yuan.
, I married my disabled son with a satisfactory wife.
After Zhu Yunjing married into the Xu family, she first had a falling out with her parents-in-law, who doted on their daughter to the point of no principle, and kept all the wages and allowances Xu Zhinian sent home in her hands.
Then she sent her best sister-in-law, who was plotting against her with hatred, to a labor camp, and then took her two little stepsons to join the army.
The heroine, who has a tough personality and good looks, has a prosperous life after joining the army.
Not only did it deeply attract Xu Zhinian, but it also made him change his attitude towards his family.
No matter how the second elder wrote for help (such as hoping that he could go to the labor camp to establish relationships and let his sister come out early, etc.), they were ignored.
On the contrary, he felt that the two elders couldn't figure out what to do. Apart from sending a small amount of alimony to their families every year, they almost never returned to their hometown.
The best sister-in-law was sent to a labor camp by her sister-in-law. After ten years of labor reform, she was released from prison. When she saw her parents, who were white-haired and stooped and miserable in their old age, she aggressively went to the army and wanted her brother to divorce her sister-in-law.
At that time, Xu Zhinian was already a corps-level cadre, and Zhu Yunjing had also been in charge of the art troupe for many years. How could the couple allow her to fool around.
One was a good person and the other was a bad person, making the whole compound aware of the wrong things she had committed.
Even after ten years of labor reform, my sister-in-law is still a young girl in her mid-twenties. She can't bear to be looked at with super disgusting eyes by a bunch of aunts.
He dropped the bowl in his hand and rushed towards the heroine with a scream and curse.
The heroine resists.
During the fight, a piece of broken porcelain on the ground got into my sister-in-law's neck, causing the carotid artery to rupture. She died before she could be rescued.
"..."
Reviewing the plot to this point, Xu Yin shuddered.
She is now the best sister-in-law.
Ten years of forced labor and unjust death, how can it be such a miserable thing!
Fortunately, the timing of the time travel is pretty good - it's still a bit far away from the start of the main plot.
At this moment, Brother Cheap's first wife is still alive.
As long as her sister-in-law An An lives and works, the former sister-in-law will not be tortured to death.
If the sister-in-law doesn't die, the heroine won't be able to marry the cheaper brother, and the following things won't happen.
After thinking about this, Xu Yin held her dizzy head and prepared to sit up from the bed.
At this time, a string of curses came from the diamond-lattice wooden window:
"You black-hearted lazy woman, your sister-in-law is still lying in bed unconscious, and you actually have the intention to secretly eat wild vegetable dumplings?"
"No, mother, this is for Doudou to eat. He had a mouth sore. The blind old woman in the village said that digging some dandelions and boiling them would cure it, so I dug some and brought them back..."
"I believe you, you big-headed devil! Children can have any disease because they are just playful. Come here and die! Chop all this pile of firewood, and you are not allowed to eat until you finish chopping!"
"I'll go right away." Sister-in-law Xu responded in a low voice.
He stuffed the wild vegetable dumplings into his bewildered son's arms and hurried to the backyard to chop firewood.
However, Xu's mother refused to give up and her scolding never stopped.
Xu Yin quickly got up from the bed.
She doesn't intend to be a monster, but she can't prevent her cheap mother from being a monster.
What if the elder sister-in-law is killed and the plot returns to its original position, where will she cry?
Furthermore, this sister-in-law is really not like the "lazy and cunning" that the cheap mother said.
Not only is he not lazy, he is also very diligent.
I got up before dawn, put a big pot on the stove to cook porridge, and turned on the coal stove to boil water. After finishing feeding the chickens, cleaning the chicken coop, I went to the river to wash the clothes of the whole family and dried them on the clothesline.
Go to the foot of the mountain to pick dandelions.
When the second elder gets up, he can drink freshly boiled water and hot porridge, so where can the daughter-in-law go to find it?
As for greed, treachery, and cunning, they are even more nonsense.
But her mother pointed at people early in the morning and scolded them, and sent them to chop wood without breakfast.
That pile of firewood was distributed by the villagers from Sweeping Mountain during the house-to-household contracting process.
The piles were piled as high as the top of the wall.
Many of them are still solid old tree stumps that a young man like Brother Cheap could not finish chopping in two or three hours, let alone a frail woman.
Xu Yin put on a perfectly pressed floral shirt in front of the full-length mirror.
Needless to say, my sister-in-law also prepared this.
There is also an enamel cup full of brown sugar water on the bedside table. My sister-in-law must have boiled the first pot of water to brew it in the morning, and it is still warm.
Although the things are small, one by one, one by one, they accumulate too much. Even if you have a hard-hearted heart, how can your heart not be ironed?
Even if it wasn't to survive, she didn't want to lose such an eldest sister-in-law.