A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

In the dead of winter, the entire city was covered in thick snow, and apart from the occasional howl of a zombie, there was no other sound.

An Ning lay quietly in a deserted corner with her eyes closed, awaiting death.

She was already feeling hypothermia; her hands and feet were frozen stiff, and she would likely lose consciousness soon.

However, just as she felt her body getting hotter and hotter, something soft and fluffy slammed heavily onto her, stimulating her stomach, which hadn't eaten for a long time, and making her want to vomit.

Immediately afterward, a sharp voice entered her ears: "Cry, cry, all you do is cry! You've cried away all the good fortune of this family because of this good-for-nothing you gave birth to! Get up and shut her up right now!"

"Waaah... Mommy... Waaah... Mommy..."

Anning opened her eyes with difficulty, and when she looked up, she saw a short, middle-aged woman in old dark blue clothes, with a large build, standing not far away. The woman slightly raised her chin and looked down at her with an impatient gaze.

What landed in her arms was a little girl with dry hair, sallow skin, and so thin she was just skin and bones.

Memories flooded in like a tidal wave, the sheer volume of information causing An Ning to feel dizzy, and the head she had just managed to lift fell back down.

Shen Anning transmigrated from the tenth year of the apocalypse to the 1970s, into the body of a woman with the same name who died from overwork.

The story includes a husband, Song Wenyuan, a soldier who has been married for six years but only sends money and never comes home; a malnourished girl named Song Xiaoni'er who doesn't even have a formal name; and the husband's entire awful family.

The original owner inherited the job of her parents, who died in the line of duty, at the town's textile factory. She met Song Wenyuan, who had become a deputy company commander at a young age, through a blind date, and they quickly got married.

Although her husband was urgently called back to the army the day after their wedding, her in-laws treated her very well, as if she were their own daughter.

However, everything changed after she gave birth to her daughter after ten months of pregnancy.

Mother-in-law Ma Cuihua, on the grounds that working would affect the baby in her womb, had her sister-in-law take over the original owner's job.

The original owner went from being an enviable textile factory worker to a farmer toiling in the fields.

Outside, you have to do farm work to earn work points.

Inside, one has to cook, wash dishes, do laundry, and clean.

Ma Cuihua is someone who is good at putting on a show.

The villagers all knew that Shen Anning was lucky to have married a promising military officer. Not only did her husband send her a ten-yuan allowance every month, but she also received a lot of care and love from her husband's family. That's why she was grateful and gave her job to her sister-in-law.

Little did anyone know that the original owner secretly worked harder than an ox, ate less than a chicken, and slept later than a dog, his health deteriorated day by day, and he finally died suddenly on the way to wash dishes.

"Shen Anning, stop pretending. There's no farm work to do right now. Do you think washing a dish will kill you? Get up right now!"

An Ning thought to herself, "Washing a dish really won't kill the original owner of this body."

But the other party used the excuse that there was no need to do heavy work in winter to give him only a bowl of thin porridge with water that was clear to the bottom of the bowl a day. In addition, all the housework was waiting for the original owner to do. That was it.

Seeing that An Ning didn't react, Ma Cuihua raised her foot to kick her, but An Ning grabbed it with her hand, causing Ma Cuihua to lose her balance and fall on her bottom.

It was winter, and everyone was dressed warmly, so a fall wouldn't be a big problem. But the fact that her usually timid daughter-in-law dared to rebel was enough to ignite Ma Cuihua's anger.

"This is outrageous! How dare a daughter-in-law hit her mother-in-law! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll change my name from Ma Cuihua to something else!"

Ma Cuihua quickly got up, raised her calloused hand, and was about to slap Shen Anning across the face.

"Grandma, don't hit Mommy! Hit me instead!"

Suddenly, Song Xiaonier found a sudden surge of courage and rushed over to hug Ma Cuihua's leg.

"Get out of my way!"

In her rage, Ma Cuihua didn't care that the other person was a child.

With a kick, he flung the small Song Xiaoni away.

The child's head slammed heavily against the edge of the stove, and bright red blood flowed down the wound. He then passed out.

Shen Anning felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing this scene.

Although this wasn't her child, she had inherited the original owner's memories. This child was a piece of her flesh, and the child was injured while protecting her.

Thinking of this, a tingling, numb feeling mixed with anger suddenly rose in my heart.

She quickly got up, pushed Ma Cuihua aside, picked up the child, and checked the injury on her forehead.

Head injuries are no small matter; they are troublesome even in the medically advanced 21st century, let alone in this era where even pneumonia can be fatal.

Pushed again, Ma Cuihua became even angrier. She yelled, "Shen Anning, I think you don't want to stay in this house anymore, do you? I have to..."

She stopped speaking halfway through her sentence, because Shen Anning's gaze was filled with coldness.

She had seen that look before.

When I was very young.

A serial killer was executed in town, and she and her brothers secretly went to watch. This is the look the killer gave her!

"Mom, what happened?"

Hearing the noise from the kitchen, Song Wenqiang, the eldest son of the Song family, came in.

When Ma Cuihua saw her son, she immediately felt emboldened after being frightened by Shen Anning.

"Isn't this the jinx your second brother married, along with his daughter, this troublemaker? She's lazy and doesn't work, and now she dares to lay a hand on me! If she dares to lay a hand on me today, she'll dare to shit on your mother's neck tomorrow! Eldest brother, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

Unlike Song Wenyuan, who had received an education, Song Wenqiang was a rural man.

They are taciturn and traditional.

In his eyes, filial piety is of paramount importance.

No matter what mistakes the parents make, the younger generation should give in and not argue with them, let alone resort to violence.

After hearing his mother's words, Song Wenqiang coldly wanted to teach this unfilial sister-in-law a lesson.

However, Shen Anning gently wiped away the blood from Xiao Ni'er's brow, held her in her arms, ignored Song Wenqiang, and walked straight outside.

Reaching the door, she stopped, turned back to look at Ma Cuihua again, and said in the gentlest tone, "You'd better pray she's alright. If anything happens to her, none of you will have an easy time. What you owe me over the years, I will make you pay for it all, one by one!"