The poor little girl who traveled through the book, her father was lazy, her mother was stingy, and

Lin Xiaoman tried the gas stove in the kitchen and it actually worked.

Lin Xiaoman, who had been hungry for two days, quickly took out a bag of instant noodles, boiled water and poured the noodles into it.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

She added a sausage, a boiled egg, some vegetables, and finally an egg.

The noodles kept rolling and hot steam kept coming out.

The fragrance was so strong that Lin Xiaoman cried with excitement.

He ate the food with big mouthfuls without caring about his image, then he remembered that there were two little rascals outside.

However, what if the little carrot head is not reliable and tells others? She should observe for a few days before making any decision. After all, in this illogical world of novels, saving one's life is the top priority.

She had to survive until the day she could go back.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoman instantly lost his sense of guilt.

She touched her yellow, rough and split hair and couldn't help herself for a moment.

He rushed into the bathroom and took a refreshing shower.

He rubbed off a handful of old mud and washed his hair four or five times with shampoo before it was clean. After washing and blowing his hair dry, he looked at the clothes she had changed and was about to throw them into the trash can when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he withdrew his hand.

It can’t be thrown away, this seems to be Lin Xiaoman’s only summer clothes.

The patched clothes are wide and big. I’m afraid they were altered from Li Taohua’s rags.

Lin Xiaoman helplessly washed her clothes, dried them with a hair dryer, and changed her clothes.

I said to myself, I want to go out.

There was a pop.

She slumped down on the edge of the bed.

She touched her sore butt and couldn't help but complain that the golden finger was unreliable.

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The sun sets in the west.

Old Mrs. Lin and Li Taohua are back.

Today it is Li Taohua's turn to cook for the family.

Old Mrs. Lin was stingy and kept all the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and grain in the house locked in a cupboard.

She grabbed out a few handfuls of yellow flour with residue, and before Li Taohua could take it, she reached out and grabbed another handful back.

"Mom, there are so many people in our family, this little flour is not enough..."

Old Mrs. Lin looked worried, and glared at Li Taohua with a crooked mouth: "We only have so much food at home. If we get one more this year and one more tomorrow, how can we still live?"

Li Taohua glanced at the children outside and said with a stiff face, "Dongzhi, Guyu and Lixia are still growing up. Your uncle already has a child, but you still buy him white flour and meat buns every few days. You never buy any for the children. Dongzhi is six years old, and Guyu is five years old, but they are only so tall. Aren't they your grandchildren?"

Mrs. Lin was immediately furious when her daughter-in-law questioned her. She yelled at the top of her voice, "You conscienceless person! The third son works as an accountant in the city and all his earnings are handed over to the government every month. What about you? Aren't those rice and noodles all earned by the third son?"

Li Taohua was so angry that she wanted to curse her mother. She muttered in a veiled tone, "Uncle San's tuition was all contributed by our first and second wives. Mother, why don't you talk about this?"

Old Mrs. Lin was so angry that her face turned green, but she knew that what her eldest daughter-in-law said was true.

The family was poor at the beginning. The eldest son stopped studying in school after one year, and the second son never went to school at all. Later, when the two older brothers grew up, the whole family was counting on the third son to be raised, in the hope that he could become a scholar or a juren.

But after studying year after year and taking the exam seven or eight times, he still failed the provincial examination.

Not to mention being a scholar, he is not even a student.

Later, the family was really short of money, so they had to ask for help from the village head and spend money to find an apprentice accountant in the town.

Now, five or six years have passed, and the old accountant has finally left.

The expenses before and after...

Although Mrs. Lin felt guilty, she was used to being domineering. She put her hands on her waist and started to speak: "Old lady, you short-sighted bitch, you are really rebellious. I raised you with my own hands, but now you have married a wife and forgotten your mother, and you let your wife bully me, an old mother."

She glanced at the second daughter-in-law who was walking by timidly, "Second daughter-in-law, do you think the same way?"

Wang Chunxiu, who was called, lowered her head quickly: "Mom, I didn't."

Old Mrs. Lin looked up: "It's better not to have it."

After saying that, he locked the cupboard door and left without caring whether the dinner was enough.

Li Taohua was helpless. Seeing her second brother and sister-in-law's look, she lost the desire to talk.

There was a famine in the early years, and in order to survive, most of the land was sold to the landlords. In the past two years, the years have been better, and we bought some more land. Now the family has only three acres of land in total.

A meat bun costs three cents, and Old Mrs. Lin cooks for her uncle every now and then. When will this end?

She is already twelve years old. She has learned a few words from her father and goes out to play every day. If she continues like this, she will end up digging the ground.

Li Taohua was unwilling to give in, but she had no money in her pocket.

She has been thinking about the word "separation" for a long time...

"Which damn bitch ruined the water tank?"

Lin Xiaoman heard Old Lady Lin yelling, and Zhen admired her throat.

He yells all day long, but his vocal cords are not damaged.

Just as she was about to go out, she heard Lin Lixia speak in a baby voice: "Grandma, my sister used a lot of water to wash clothes."

"Lin Xiaoman!" Old Mrs. Lin walked to the door in two or three steps, opened it, and was startled to see Lin Xiaoman standing inside.

"Who are you trying to scare, you bitch? You're standing quietly at the door." Old Lady Lin pointed at Lin Xiaoman and said angrily, "You think you're a big deal just because you drowned. You really think you're a young lady. Why don't you go to the river to wash your clothes?"

When Lin Xiaoman first read the novel, he was so angry at Old Lady Lin's domineering and partiality that he decided to just throw the jar into the air.

"Grandma, I'm weak all over and dizzy. Why don't you try drowning? Maybe I'll be unable to get out of bed after lying in bed for seven or eight days."

At this moment, the Lin family's main force was coming back from outside. Lin Xiaoxue heard the silly Lin Xiaoman speaking so coherently, and tilted her head curiously to watch the fun.

"Who are you cursing, you little bitch?" Old Mrs. Lin rolled up her sleeves and slapped her.

Lin Xiaoman fell to the ground quickly.

Anyway, the products in this store are all top quality, so no one should laugh at anyone else.

"Ah, grandma, I was wrong, please don't hit me!" Lin Xiaoman imitated her and shouted at the top of his voice.

The voice was as miserable as it could be. The young and ignorant Lin Jingzhe looked at her with horror and almost squeezed the roasted bird eggs.

The neighbors all came back from the fields to watch the fun, so they gathered in front of Lao Lin's house, stretched their necks and pointed at the inside.

It is not surprising that Old Mrs. Lin screamed, but what is surprising is that Lin Xiaoman, who can't speak, actually spoke.

"Xiao Man can actually talk? Falling into the river was a blessing in disguise..."

"Aunt Lin, no matter how much you favor boys over girls, you can't beat or scold a child at will. Besides, Xiaoman just fell into the water yesterday. Let her rest for a few days at least."

"Yeah yeah!"

Old Mrs. Lin picked up a broom and pointed at Baozhu's wife who was shouting the loudest: "It's not your turn to gossip about our Lin family's affairs."

Seeing that Old Lady Lin took it seriously, everyone stepped back.

Old Mrs. Lin is an unreasonable old hag from Shanglin Village and you can't afford to offend her.

They all slipped away very quickly.

When the onlookers left, Old Lady Lin glared at Lin Xiaoman, who was lying on the ground, and said, "You little bitch, you are not allowed to eat at the table today."

As he was about to hit Lin Xiaoman with the broom handle, he was stopped by Lin Dajiang.

"Mom, why are you angry with the child? Calm down, calm down."

Lin Dajiang blocked Old Lady Lin, while Lin Jingzhe pulled Lin Xiaoman up from the ground. Before she could react, he was already in the room.

"Silly Xiaoman, can you talk now?" Lin Jingzhe raised his eyebrows and circled around Lin Xiaoman with interest.

"It's really a blessing in disguise, but... you're still stupid, you still expect the neighbors to help you stand up for justice?"

Lin Jingzhe was observing Lin Xiaoman, and Lin Xiaoman was also secretly watching him.

Lin Jingzhe, the silly and foolish person who only knew how to follow others in the novel, now had a shrewd look on his face and knocked her on the head.

"Don't look at me. Just stay here and I'll give you these bird eggs."

"Brother, why do you have so many bird eggs?" Lin Xiaoman didn't feel awkward at all to call a twelve-year-old boy "brother" and was a little speechless.

"Stupid! Of course I got it from the mountain." Lin Jingzhe put down the bird eggs and ran away: "I have to go eat. If I go too late, everything will be gone."

Lin Xiaoman was lying on the bed doing nothing.

It’s very inconvenient not to have a private room, and I can’t even sneak into her villa.

Not long after, the door creaked open again.

"Xiaoman, eat quickly." Lin Dajiang held a bowl of flour paste in his hand, "Are you hungry?"

Meeting Lin Dajiang's loving eyes, Lin Xiaoman subconsciously took the drink and took a sip.

Forehead......

What a throat-digging porridge, it's too disgusting.

"Dad drank the porridge and left the thick soup for you, eat it quickly."

I don’t know if it was Lin Xiaoman’s muscle memory that was playing tricks on me, but looking at Lin Dajiang’s loving face, Lin Xiaoman subconsciously finished half the bowl of porridge.

Lin Dajiang took the bowl to the kitchen and Lin Xiaoman followed him.

On the second day after I traveled through the book, apart from the memories that were forcefully poured into my brain, everything else was very unfamiliar.

She had to understand the situation in this world to avoid making mistakes.

Li Taohua saw Xiaoman following behind her husband and walked over to touch her head. "Xiaoman, are you still dizzy?"

"Mom, I'm not dizzy anymore."

"That's good." Li Taohua turned around and poured half a bowl of warm water into Lin Dajiang's bowl.

Lin Xiaoman stared at him in amazement as he shook the bowl and drank the dishwater in one gulp.

This family is so poor.

However, from these two days of observation, Lin Xiaoman discovered a problem.

In the original book, Lin Dajiang is lazy and frustrated, Li Taohua is stingy and vulgar, and Lin Jingzhe is a simpleton, but after getting to know them, she finds that they don't match the characters in the novel.

Wouldn’t the novel world collapse because of her traveling through time?