Female supremacy: sweet girl turns into a rough woman, farming and starting a business to support he

Lying there like a corpse, with no desire to live.

Lin Jiaojiao felt that she was finished.

Although she has the memories of the original owner, she cannot pretend to be the original owner at all. The original owner only does things but does not say them, while she only says things but does not do them.

I guess the work the original owner did in one day was equivalent to her labor for a year.

She is a terminally ill patient with laziness.

Fortunately, her family was wealthy and she had no worries about food and clothing. After graduation, her parents were afraid that she would suffer from the harsh treatment of society, so they did not let her go out to find a job. She was happy with it. Who wouldn't love the life of a parasite?

Will she die if she is asked to do so much work?

Destroy it.

"My dear wife, it's time for lunch."

Lin Jiaojiao heard a soft and sticky sound coming from outside the broken door. What was that?

The voice is better than hers.

I tried to speak this morning, but my voice was as rough as a buffalo.

She didn't want to speak anymore.

"Wife?" Lin Yizhi saw that no one answered in the room. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard Lin Jiaojiao's low and hoarse voice.

"You guys eat first, I'm not hungry."

Lin Jiaojiao looked nervous. She imitated the tone of the original owner in her memory. Her hands were shaking and her heart was in her throat.

"Okay, I'll leave the rice in the pot to keep it warm, my wife, remember to eat it."

After hearing the person outside the door leave without making any noise, she heaved a sigh of relief, sat up and got out of bed, walked carefully to the window, and looked outside through the cracks.

She felt like an old pervert, lurking in dark corners and observing everything secretly.

She secretly observed for a whole morning and found that the work that the original owner usually did in the morning was done by an old man and a young boy.

I watched the little one come back from outside carrying a bucket of water in both hands, his face pale, breathing heavily, and trembling as he carried it to the kitchen.

The old man brought a handful of pig grass from outside and chopped it in the trough in an orderly manner, then fed the livestock and poultry, and cleaned the yard.

That's fine, it's all possible, she can just quit.

I touched the abdominal muscles and waistline that I had always dreamed of, and I felt so hungry.

After a while, seeing that it was quiet outside, she opened the door quietly. In the main room there was a square table and four long benches on each side.

She carefully lifted her leg and stepped over the threshold, followed the original owner's memory to the kitchen at the side, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw a bowl of dark rice porridge, two sweet potatoes, and a bowl of chicken in the pot, which were leftovers from yesterday's wedding.

Although in the original owner's memory, this was considered a good meal in the family, because the original owner was the labor force in the family and had to work in the fields, the others only had a small bowl of rice porridge with some wild vegetables, and the extra food was left for the original owner.

She thought she was mentally prepared, but when she saw it, she was still devastated. Even her grandmother's dog shook its head when it saw it.

I picked up the bowl of rice porridge with difficulty, put it under my nose and smelled it. Fortunately, there was no unpleasant smell. I slowly put it to my mouth and took a sip.

It was a bit bitter and had a strange taste, and she couldn't swallow it at all.

She put down the bowl and picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks. She knew it wouldn't taste good from the appearance. She licked it with her tongue, but couldn't taste anything, so she put the whole piece into her mouth.

There is not much saltiness, it is a bit fishy, ​​and the meat is also very tough.

After eating one piece, she didn't want to eat it anymore, so she picked up the sweet potato, peeled it and took a bite. It was okay, although a little dry, but at least she could eat it.

What kind of hard days are these?

Moreover, as far as he could remember, the original owner's family was considered one of the better ones in the village. Although Lin's mother died early, she left behind a considerable amount of money for them.

I really want to eat hotpot and barbecue. The more I think about it, the more wronged I feel. I want to cry, and tears flow uncontrollably.

After eating two sweet potatoes, she felt a little relieved in her stomach and was not so hungry anymore.

I wiped my tears, leaned out of the window like a thief, looked around, and there was no one.

He quickly opened the kitchen door and ran back to the original owner's house.

I tossed and turned in bed, but no matter how I lay there I couldn't feel comfortable. The bed was really too hard.

I don't know how I fell asleep at night, and when I woke up I didn't have any back pain. This body is really strong.

She had slept for so long and now she couldn't fall asleep. Without a mobile phone or any entertainment equipment, she didn't know what to do.

I can only lie down and do nothing. I really don't know how those time travelers pass the time.

She had been lying there for an unknown amount of time when she heard some noise outside. She immediately jumped up and walked to the window.

Lin Yizhi was holding a wooden basin with clothes to be washed in it. He should have washed them in the morning, but because it took some time to fetch water, he had to wash them now.

He looked at the palms of his hands and carried three buckets of water back and forth. The water tank was only one-third full of water, and blisters formed on the palms of his hands.

It seems that I have to wait for my wife to fetch the remaining water.

He raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of Lin Jiaojiao's room. It was strange. His wife only ate two sweet potatoes today and did not leave the room. Did she fall asleep again?

He couldn't figure it out, so he put it out of his mind and went to the stream with the basin to wash clothes.

When Lin Jiaojiao saw him looking at her, she immediately hid behind the wall with her heart beating faster.

It was a close call, she was almost discovered, she was scared to death.

After waiting for a long while, he quietly leaned over to check, only to see a gray, frail figure walking away.

Listening to the chickens crowing in the yard, she felt like going to the bathroom.

The toilet next to the pigpen suddenly popped up in my mind. Wait? Can this thing be called a toilet? A small house with a big pit inside, half of which leads to the outside, and people squat on the side to use the toilet.

She suddenly felt that she could still endure it a little longer.

I want to cry again.

Why did God let her wear it?

Did they think her life was too comfortable before? So they sent her to participate in the Metamorphosis.

This must be a dream, yes! It is a dream!

She quickly got on the bed and lay down, putting her hands on her stomach, closing her eyes, and hypnotizing herself in her mind.

Dark room.

Lin Yiyan sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, stroking the scar from her forehead to her brow bone.

He should have married a gentle, well-educated and polite woman who knew him and understood him, and had children with her, and the family would be happy.

But all this was ruined when I was sixteen.

He thought he would live his whole life alone, but in the end he still married Lin Jiaojiao.

He always treated her as a sister and a relative.

She deserves a better husband, not a man with a disfigured face and a bad reputation.

At 3 p.m., Lin Jiaojiao woke up because she had to urinate.

I want to cry but I have no tears, why is she still here!

She climbed out of bed with difficulty, opened the door, and just as she was about to go out, she heard it.

"Jiao'er, wake up. Dad has already fed the pigs and cleaned the pigsty. You don't have to work anymore."

She was so frightened that her whole body froze, and she looked in horror at Lin's father, who was sitting at the door of the main room mending clothes.

Seeing that she didn't move and stood there with a pale face, Father Lin quickly stood up and walked to her.

"What's wrong? You look so bad. Are you feeling unwell?" Father Lin looked at Lin Jiaojiao with a worried look on his face.

She finally found her voice and coughed calmly, "It's okay."

"Child, if you feel unwell, tell your father. Cough, cough, don't force yourself to endure it, cough." Father Lin covered his mouth and nose with his hands and coughed. He felt that his cough had been getting worse recently.

Lin Jiaojiao looked closely at Lin's father, who was a head shorter than her. It felt so wonderful.