Chapter 3 – 3 3 Alone Poor Little One

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Alone Poor Little One Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Alone Poor Little One Meng Chuyue inwardly groaned while desperately looking around the room for a handy “weapon”.

At the same time, her Divine Sense reflexively reached out into the space.

She thought she would find nothing, but, surprisingly, the space was there.

Not only was it there, but it also looked exactly as it had when she went to sleep the previous night.

Fu Hongfang was already swinging her fist toward her.

Meng Chuyue didn’t have time to think further; she ducked and maneuvered behind Fu Hongfang, and with a thought, she pulled out an electric baton from the space and struck Fu Hongfang on the top of her head.

Fu Hongfang hadn’t even understood what had hit her when she started shaking like she was electrocuted and then passed out.

Meng Chuyue breathed a sigh of relief, stored the electric baton back into the space, and stepped out of the room.

There really was no one else at home.

If there had been, they would have rushed over when Fu Hongfang screamed.

Worried about someone suddenly entering, she carefully closed the door behind her and went to check the calendar on the main wall of the hall.

In her previous life, she had fled to Hai City on her eighteenth birthday and had never come back.

The current year couldn’t be later than that, which was 1996.

People in this era still used calendars, which made it easier for her to confirm the time.

As for using something else to determine the year?

The clothes she wore were always old and ill-fitting, so they couldn’t serve as a time reference.

And while Fu Hongfang’s red shirt today was new, she never paid attention to that.

She couldn’t afford to care–it would lead to resentment.

Her mother always ensured her grandparents had more than enough money for her living expenses every year, yet ever since she could remember, aside from school, she was always busy with endless chores whenever she was awake.

Even the new clothes and shoes her mother bought for her would be replaced with old ones by Meng Jingfen before she could even wear them.

The date displayed at the top of the calendar read: June 16, 1996, the first day of the fifth month of the Lunar Calendar, Sunday.

So it was this day.

She remembered that she woke up at 4 AM to cook for the entire family that day.

Then the rest of the family went to hoe the cotton field, play, or, in her case, to remove weeds from the paddy field.

Weeding the paddy field was the most tiring chore at home these days.

The task of weeding the five-acre paddy field had always been hers alone all these years.

However, she had fainted before she could even start today.

Kind-hearted aunties in the village had hurriedly brought her back to her grandmother’s house and urged her to see a doctor to find out what was wrong.

She had no money–how could she see a doctor?

All she could do was sleep to regain her strength.

She remembered that she had been asleep for only half an hour that day when Fu Hongfang woke her up with a slap, followed by cruel insults.

“You lazy girl, growing up without a clue, instead learning how to be sly and feign illness to avoid work.”
“Humph, you’re sick?

Well, I’ll make you really sick.

My beating will make you ill.”
Not wanting to be hit, she struggled to get up, but just as she went out the door, she fainted again.

Fu Hongfang was about to hit her when a village official happened to pass by and severely criticized Fu Hongfang.

She therefore got a temporary break, but as for seeing a doctor…

it was still out of the question.

She had even suspected she had some serious illness.

Later, it was confirmed that she was just exhausted.

She had been too exhausted those days.

Every day, she woke up at 4 AM, cooked, fed the pigs, fed the chickens, swept the floors, then went to the fields.

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At noon, she would come back from the fields to immediately cook lunch for the entire family, then feed the pigs, do the laundry for everyone, tidy the house, then go back to the fields until 6 PM, come home to cook dinner, feed the pigs, feed the chickens, boil water, tutor Meng Hui with his homework, and after everyone in the house had bathed, she would be the last to take a bath.

By the time she went to bed, it was nearly midnight.

She wasn’t busy like this every day.

If it was a rainy day, work in the field was mandatory, as one could still work in the paddy fields.

Work in the cotton fields would have to stop, though her grandfather, grandmother, and uncle wouldn’t help with the paddy fields, they would cook, do laundry, feed the pigs, and feed the chickens, so she could rest a bit easier.