I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

"A Ning, are you too stubborn? You threw a good duck egg into the mud. I'll beat you to death!"

"!"

Several people were startled by Wang Ying'er. Who can tell me, is she okay again? Or has she gone even crazier?

"Mother, we are pickling duck eggs. Each pickled duck egg can be sold for twelve cents."

Song An Ning quickly stood up, walked to her side, took her arm, and asked Xiangxiang to check her body. Xiangxiang said everything was normal, which made her a little confused.

Wang Ying'er looked at them in confusion. Pickled duck eggs? How could she not know about this?

I tried to think carefully about what happened in the past few days, but I couldn't remember anything.

And there are Wang Qiuyue and her brother in front of me. The last time I saw them, they were digging bamboo shoots in the mountains. Didn’t Wang Sheng get sick and was about to die?

What was going on? Why were these two siblings at her house? They looked a lot fatter.

Thinking about these questions, Wang Ying'er had a splitting headache, and some familiar scenes kept flashing through her mind.

Song Feng and Song Zeyu disappeared, so she went up the mountain to look for them, but it was too dark, and after climbing over several hills, she still couldn't find them...

Something happened at home, and the Wang family sent a letter of severance, and she cried heartbreakingly...

Song Anning stole things from someone else's house and was caught by the villagers. Her daughter seemed like a different person and took over everything.

Little Ayue and little Ayuan were bullied, and their mother Pan and Wang Gener came to cause trouble. Everything happened in reality, but where was she, as a mother, when the children were so helpless?

"what……"

She knelt on the ground, screaming non-stop, burying her face in her arms and crying loudly. Several people's faces changed at once, and they surrounded her in panic.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't talk, stay away."

When she was emotionally broken, she could no longer be stimulated or frightened. Song Anning shook her head at them, squatted on the ground with Wang Ying'er, and patted her back gently.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Ying'er raised her head, her face covered with tears and sweat, and she fell exhausted into Song An Ning's arms.

"Aning, you've suffered so much these days..."

Song An Ning took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then said softly:

"It's not bitter, not at all. Are you tired, Mom? Let's go inside and lie down for a while."

"it is good……"

Song An Ning and Wang Qiuyue helped her back to the house, one on each side. Wang Ying'er held Song An Ning's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

"Auntie, Aning, I'm going to leave first. You two can talk properly."

Wang Qiuyue also felt bad. She had been taking care of Wang Ying'er all day and had developed some feelings for her. Now she was finally well, but after waking up, she still had to face the cruel reality.

Song Anning nodded at her, held Wang Ying'er with her other hand, and said softly to Wang Ying'er:

"Mother, Sister Qiuyue and Ah Sheng have lost their homes, so I asked them to come and help."

"I know, I remember everything now..."

Wang Ying'er couldn't stop crying, and her whole heart felt like it was being squeezed by a pair of big hands. She felt so useless, how could she get this disease?

If it weren't for Aning's ability, this family would have broken up.

The first thing Song An Ning thought of was that she had sent Pan and Wang Gener to jail. Her mother had been brainwashed by Pan for so many years. Would she beat her to death?

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. When Song An Ning lowered her eyes to think, Wang Ying'er guessed about 70% of the answer and smiled self-deprecatingly.

When she thought of her good mother Pan coming to her house to strip her daughter's clothes, she felt so angry that her teeth itched. She had given so much to her mother's family and worked so hard, but what did she get in return?

In her most difficult time, all she received from her parents' home was a letter of severance of engagement, and she became a laughing stock in the village.

"They've severed their ties, and now they're on their own terms. They'll have to bear the consequences of their own actions.

Mother was confused before, but after going through so much and getting sick, she has come to understand things a little more. Let's just live our own lives."

"!"

Song Anning felt a little guilty. Her mother seemed to be able to see what she was thinking at a glance. However, her soul was another person. Her biological daughter, Song Anning, had long ago choked to death on the egg.

Song An Ning could only nod obediently. At this critical juncture, she must not let Wang Ying'er feel anything unusual.

At this time, two little heads popped out of the door and looked at Wang Ying'er on the bed, with worry and fear.

"Ayuan and Ayue, come here quickly and let your mother take a look at you."

Wang Ying'er looked carefully. The two children were wearing new clothes and clean shoes. They had grown some weight. Aning, their older sister, took good care of them.

Thinking of this, she started crying again. Aning must have suffered a lot to earn the money. No, she had to get up and work quickly.

"What is this, mother?"

"Aren't you guys pickling duck eggs? I'll go help. More people will make the job go faster."

Song An Ning wanted to persuade her to rest, but she simply wouldn't listen. She sat on a small stool and deftly fished out the duck eggs from the batter, rolled them in wood ash and put them in a jar, as if she was used to doing it.

"Auntie, you..."

Wang Qiuyue looked at her and felt a little worried. This person suddenly became fine. She cried so hard just now, but now she is working as if nothing happened.

"You all take a break, I'll do it."

Although the two children of the Wang family were paid, she was reluctant to let them work all the time. Since she could remember, Wang Qiuyue did so much work and took care of her so patiently. She was a good child.

Song Anning watched for a while and did not stop her. She asked Wang Qiuyue to go to the kitchen to boil water, and she sat in Wang Qiuyue's seat and continued working as usual.

Wang Ying'er saw Wang Qiuyue and her brother go to the kitchen, then she whispered to Song An Ning: "How much monthly salary do you give Qiuyue? It can't be too little. This child does a lot of work, don't treat her unfairly."

Song An Ning was stunned for a moment. In the original owner's memory, her mother would break a penny into eight petals. Now she has changed her personality?

"Not less, not less, fifty cents."

Wang Ying'er's face instantly fell: "People work so hard to make so much money, and they only get fifty cents a month. Although we are poor, it is not right to do this."

"No, mother, it's fifty cents a day."

Wang Ying'er opened her mouth slightly and raised her voice a little:

"What? Fifty cents a day?"