Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

"Uncle! Are you done yet! Don't you get tired of playing with that brat every day? My family still needs someone to cook!"

Just then, the fat man's voice rang out again from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of unsteady footsteps.

Lin Zhao suddenly turned his head.

Okay, it's been delivered to your door.

Lin Zhao had already figured out from those few words that the old man she had just crippled was the original owner's perverted, lame uncle. He had been lame his whole life and had been a bachelor his whole life, and he was perverted both physically and mentally.

He took pleasure in tormenting Lin Ya, the original owner's older sister, all day long. If the Lin family hadn't repeatedly told him to marry off his two daughters to make money, Lin Ya and the original owner might have even lost their virginity to him.

Even though he was such a scoundrel, when the transmigrated woman came and transformed into Princess Roujia, she still forgave him. Because he was unable to go to the capital due to his leg problems, she built him a house on the spot in Qinglu Mountain, with more than a dozen servants to serve him, and even found him a wife to live out his old age in peace.

It's truly baffling.

The person outside the door was naturally Lin Ya and the original owner's older brother, Lin Da, a fat man who was good-for-nothing, lazy, and only knew how to order others around. He would complain endlessly if he had to do even the slightest thing.

Lin Da struggled to lift his elephant leg, which was piled high with flesh, and kicked open the door to his uncle's house. He complained about his uncle, but he couldn't bring himself to hit or scold him. At times like these, he would vent his pent-up anger on the original owner of the body.

"Hey Uncle, you're dawdling way too much! You little brat, you're so blind! You don't even know how to properly serve your Uncle... Ouch!"

"You're as fat as a pig, even your voice is sickening! Who gave you permission to grunt and groan here? Huh?"

The moment Lin Zhao entered the room—no, Lin Da—a long stick lashed out, striking him squarely on the head and leaving a deep red mark.

"Great, it's officially stamped now, and we can sell it for a good price later!" Lin Zhao laughed heartily.

"You! You! You little brat, you've gone mad!" Lin Da cried out, clutching his forehead, his round, turtle-like eyes peeking at Lin Zhao through his fingers. "You dare hit me!"

"So what if I hit you! I'd hit even the King of Heaven himself! *smack*" Lin Zhao stopped laughing and viciously slapped Lin Da across the face with the stick again.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

Lin Da squinted in pain, turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of thick blood, with two broken teeth stuck in it.

He was completely stunned by the beating. All his arrogance from before was gone. He was just a blusterer to begin with, and after being taught a lesson by Lin Zhao, he instantly became a coward.

"Uncle, great-uncle! Help me! Help me...it hurts so much..."

Lin Da thought of his uncle, squinted his eyes, and howled for help. After howling for a while, he realized that his uncle had already been beaten half to death and was lying on the ground.

He was instantly even more terrified, "You, you, you... what have you done to my great-uncle!"

Lin Zhao loved watching the fat pig's terrified expression. She smirked, "It's not dead yet, but it'll probably rot in its own excrement in the next few days, then stink in this deep forest and be devoured by wild animals. That's one way it'll make a contribution to the world, don't you think?"

Lin Da shuddered in fright, finding Lin Zhao's handsome face and pleasant voice particularly eerie.

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, you're next."

Lin Da was so frightened he fainted!

"Not at all alarming, all that fat wasted." Lin Zhao looked at Lin Da, who had fainted on the ground, with great disgust. She kicked him, but Lin Da didn't wake up.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows again, found a hemp rope in his uncle's room, and quickly tied Lin Da up, binding his limbs together.

Lin Da lay on his back on the ground, bound with rope, looking just like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Zhao, holding the other end of the rope, laughed and dragged Lin Da outside, saying, "It's good that he's dizzy; it saves me trouble."

The Lin family's maternal uncle's family was not far from the Lin family's, both located on the same mountain peak of Qinglu Mountain. The two villages had small populations and were used to visiting each other, so whenever there was anything between the two families, the original owner would run errands for them.

In addition, the original owner would go to his uncle's place every few days to satisfy his perverted desires. The Lin family had long been used to it, as long as the original owner could come back on time to do the work.

Their whole family was still waiting for the original owner to cook, do laundry, chop firewood, and boil water.

"That damned little brat, Fifth Sister, all she does is seduce men with that vixen face! She doesn't do any work and I'm starving! Ugh!"

From the dilapidated house came Grandma Lin's heart-wrenching cries. She lay lazily on the kang (a heated brick bed) and kicked Jiang Xiaohua, who was squatting beside her massaging her feet.

"You good-for-nothing! It's all your fault! You didn't keep an eye on our fourth son and he ran away! Now only our fifth son is left to do the work!"

Grandma Lin was very upset that Lin Ya had run away. It wasn't because she was reluctant to part with Lin Ya, but because she felt that her family had lost a laborer and a dowry for her marriage.

Thinking of this, she stretched out her thin, aged hand and pinched Jiang Xiaohua hard.

"It's all your fault! And your lame older brother! He makes Fifth Brother wait on him all day long, what a load of rubbish! If you ask me, I'd rather he starve to death! That way, we'll have one more mouth to eat!"

Jiang Xiaohua was in excruciating pain from Grandma Lin's pinching, but she dared not complain or groan. She could only endure the pain and say, "Mother, my brother does give me some money every month... Mother, please... please be gentle... don't strain yourself like this, you're already hungry..."

"You know that too! I'm starving to death!" Grandma Lin kicked Jiang Xiaohua in the face again.

With tears in her eyes, Jiang Xiaohua cast a pleading look at Lin Sha, Lin's father, who was lying on the other side.

Little did anyone know that Lin Sha was drunk and still hadn't sobered up. He gave Jiang Xiaohua a disdainful look and kicked her, yelling, "What are you looking at me for! I'm hungry too!"

Grandma Lin glared at Jiang Xiaohua and pinched her hard, "Are you and that wretched girl trying to starve our whole family to death?!"

"Mom...be gentle...it hurts..." Jiang Xiaohua finally couldn't help but cry after being hit so hard.

"Crying, crying, so noisy! When are we going to eat?!" On the other side of the room, Lin San, the unruly little tyrant of the Lin family, kicked the wooden table. "I'm starving! I want meat!"

The mentally challenged Lin Er also started making a fuss, shouting, "Hungry! Hungry! I want to eat meat!"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Lin immediately released Jiang Xiaohua and carefully coaxed the two good-for-nothings.

"My dear grandson, just bear with it a little longer, just bear with it a little longer, and soon I'll have that little brat cook for you!"

After saying that, she glared at Jiang Xiaohua again.

"My precious grandson has been gone for so long and you haven't even gone to look for him? I just called you, and you said you were boiling water and doing laundry, so I had to trouble my grandson to go out. Now you have nothing to do, go out and pick him up!"

Jiang Xiaohua could only nod hurriedly, bending over as she prepared to leave, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

"I want to eat meat!" Lin San hurriedly shouted again, "I haven't had any oily or fatty food for days!"

Grandma Lin forced a smile and coaxed him, "Yes, yes, eat meat."

Then he shouted at Jiang Xiaohua, "Did you hear that! After you see that slut, you two go and get some meat and oil! Don't be greedy for my precious grandson!"

Jiang Xiaohua looked troubled. "Mother... we haven't caught any animals for a month, and we've borrowed from all the neighbors. Where are we going to get any money?"

"I don't care! That's your business!" Grandma Lin started throwing a tantrum. "My precious grandson has to have meat today!"

Jiang Xiaohua had a bitter face, "Mother..."

"Meat? Oil? Yes, plenty!"

The courtyard gate creaked open, followed by a clear and bright sound.

Lin Zhao kicked open the door, threw the tied-up, fat pig-like Lin Da in front of everyone, and grinned, "Such a big fat pig, there's definitely plenty of oil to be made."