Desert Survival, when I entered a month in advance

Feng Chan had thought about hiding it from him, but at that time she had to submit various documents and get the signature of the villagers to prove that her poverty situation was true. Feng Dashan would know that she had the money just by drinking and chatting with those people.

Primary and junior high schools have free breakfast provided by the government, which includes a bottle of milk, a small piece of bread and an egg. Some students don’t like one of them, so Feng Chan will shamelessly ask for it. Breakfast is essential for growing up normally.

It was not until Feng Chan was in high school and Feng Dashan had his left little finger and ring finger chopped off for debt that he started going out less and less, spending his days at home drinking and playing cards with the villagers.

She didn't spend a penny, but instead asked Feng Chan for money because in addition to the subsidy for poor students, she also taught herself knitting. Whenever she had free time, she would crochet woolen dolls and sell them at a stall in the county town during holidays.

Fortunately, there are scholarships in every class. Feng Chan worked hard and got one in the second semester of her sophomore year. With 5,000 yuan per semester, she could save 15,000 yuan by her senior year.

She didn't dare use it casually, and didn't even dare buy a new piece of clothing, otherwise she would definitely arouse Feng Dashan's suspicion.

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Whenever Feng Dashan was unhappy or lost money, he would make Feng Chan kneel down and tell her that she was an unlucky loser. She could run away, but as long as she came back, no matter how late or careful she was, she would still be beaten up.

She didn't know how many times she had knelt since she was a child, but every time she knelt, the unwillingness in her heart grew stronger. She vowed to get rid of Feng Dashan, but now is not the time.

Feng Chan: "Well, how much is the betrothal gift?"

Feng Dashan: "15, it's a good price for a woman from your village."

Feng Chan took a deep breath calmly. "I can give you more. You know I have good grades. After I get into a good school, my salary after graduation may be enough to offset the betrothal gift in one year. What's more, I can work for many years. You can just take good care of yourself in your old age."

Although he was indeed tempted, he also knew that his daughter wanted to stay away from him, so how could she be willing to make money for him to spend.

He sneered and directly exposed Feng Chan's thoughts: "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You are just waiting to go to college to get rid of me. I am putting this on the table today. Even if you get into college and stay away from me, I can still get the name of your school. Don't even think about it. I will keep pestering you."

Feng Chan looked up at him, trying to make her eyes less aggressive. "So you only want the current 15. If I marry the person you like, I definitely won't get any money. All the money I earn will be handed over. Can you get it from him?"

Feng Dashan understood who the other person was. It was true what he said. He was so angry that he slapped his thigh and said, "How dare he! I'm his father-in-law!"

Feng Chan struck while the iron was hot: "I can't get the money anyway, so instead of giving it to outsiders, I might as well give it to you, father. After all, we are family."

Hearing this, Feng Dashan nodded in satisfaction: "You have a little conscience. It's okay if you don't marry me, but you must give me 20,000 yuan every year for college."

"Twenty thousand?" Feng Chan couldn't help but frowned. She had to pay for her university tuition and living expenses by herself. No matter how frugal she was, it would still cost her more than ten thousand a year. Adding the twenty thousand he asked for, it meant she had to earn nearly four thousand a month. But who could make that much money from a part-time job?

Feng Dashan's face suddenly darkened: "Why, no?"

Feng Chan fell silent, but after a moment's silence she finally agreed, because she had no choice. She had seen Feng Dashan causing trouble at school too many times. Almost everyone in the school knew her, and she was pointed at and ridiculed when she walked on the street.

The school tried to persuade him patiently in the beginning, but finally had no choice but to expel him from the school. He then made a scene at the school gate, and the security guards could do nothing.

Feng Dashan has long lost his face. He can give up everything for money. No matter how ugly the situation is, he will do it as long as he can achieve his goal.

At this moment, Feng Chan was completely immersed in the illusion. She was herself in high school.

"What's the point of living like this? Death is the real liberation..."

A chaotic voice lingered in Feng Chan's consciousness, causing her to purse her lips.

It's not me who should be damned.

Feng Dashan upstairs got the promise he wanted and kept chattering nonsense. Feng Chan lowered her head, but he suddenly came down like a madman and slapped her hard in the face.

Feng Chan was stunned, tears welled up in her eyes but were quickly swallowed back.

"Death would be better than now, wouldn't it?"

A strange thought was swirling around in her mind, and Feng Chan felt a little confused because her mind was now full of another thought.

I really want to kill him...

But she still has hope for the future and cannot let it fall into the hands of such a person.

When Feng Dashan saw the pair of eyes that were overflowing with hatred, he immediately felt that his authority was being challenged and was about to slap him again.

His angry red face, his raised eyebrows, the saliva spurting out from his cursing, everything played in slow motion in Feng Chan's eyes, becoming an indelible shadow.

At this moment, she was in immense pain and depression, but she couldn't resist. Resistance would only bring about a more severe beating. Feng Dashan was only 38 years old, in the prime of his life, and a towering meters. She couldn't beat him...

But she still has a chance. In a few years, everything will change.

The world became quiet, she lowered her head and chose to endure it silently, but there seemed to be other voices in her mind, as if it was the voice of Jindou.

By the way, where are the gold beans?

Every time I go home, Jindou will be by my side, almost never leaving my side, but where is Jindou now?

"Wang Wang!"

A familiar voice rang in her mind, and Feng Chan regained consciousness. Fragments of the past few days flashed through her mind quickly. She didn't have time to think about what had happened before the slap was in front of her again.

The right earlobe felt slightly hot, and Feng Chan subconsciously touched it and threw it forward.

The flying knife passed through the illusion, but the person in front of him fell down stiffly, holding his chest as if he had really been hit.

She remembered that she was not her senior year self in high school, she was her current self.

Her memory returned, the illusion gradually dissipated, and Feng Chan looked down at the lifelike figure on the ground. She had killed her own father...

Even though it was fake, she was still quite happy.

If it were on Blue Star, she would definitely not gamble her future and do such an impulsive thing, but in the game, he'd better pray that he never meets her.

Fortunately, she had the golden beans, otherwise it might take her a long time to get out of the illusion.

When he looked up again, a white cloud gate appeared in front of him, and in front of the cloud gate was a golden sun badge.

It is the Desert Palace Pass. This time the time is displayed in the backpack, and it will be opened in 15 days.

"Are we done already?" After getting the things, Feng Chan subconsciously thought that this copy was over. After looking around and finding that there was indeed nothing on this floor, she walked in.