The 1960s: The Story of a Country Girl's Journey to the City

In June 1965, the Lin family of Nanshan Brigade.

"Mother, it's bad luck for an unmarried girl to die at home. We should get Bao Ya out of here as soon as possible."

"Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Baoya is just sick, there's no such thing as dying. The barefoot doctor said that as long as the fever goes down, she'll be fine."

"It's been two days, and the fever hasn't subsided. Look at how little air he's breathing. Third brother, stop fooling yourself."

"Or we could send her back to her maternal grandparents' house; she grew up there anyway, so we don't end up sending her to the wrong house on her seventh day after death."

"No, Bao Ya is my daughter. No one can touch her. If you can't tolerate her, then separate our third branch of the family."

"Bang!" Old Master Lin slammed his hand on the table and scolded Old Master Lin:

"Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about? While our parents are alive, we should not separate the family. How can you be so unfilial?"

Lin Laosan's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at his hypocritical elder brother and sneered:

"Back then, it was Mother and my sister-in-law who were jealous of the Jiang family's dowry and insisted on bringing Bao Ya back. Now that she's sick, they want to send her away. Dream on."

I'm telling you this now: anyone who dares to harm my daughter, I'll fight them to the death!

As he spoke, Lin Laosan grabbed a stick and blocked his doorway, looking ready to fight anyone who dared to approach.

Before anyone else could speak, Old Mrs. Su, along with her two daughters-in-law, rushed into the courtyard like a gust of wind.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Granny Lin and slapped her across the face.

"You old hag, you made such a fuss to bring my granddaughter back. Now you've nearly killed her, and you're going to throw her out again? I'll beat you to death!"

He kept muttering to himself, his hands never stopping as he slapped Granny Lin's face one after another.

"My dear in-law, please get up. Let's talk this out."

Lin Dahe and Old Man Lin were a little at a loss when they saw this situation. Old Lady Su was the brigade leader's mother, and if anyone dared to lay a finger on her, their whole family would probably have no good days ahead.

The two daughters-in-law of the Su family were not idle either; one of them helped Old Lady Su hold down Granny Lin.

Another person grabbed Li Jinxiang and slapped her. Lin's third daughter-in-law, Su Ruyi, saw that her mother and sister-in-law had started hitting her, so she went up and grabbed Li Jinxiang, telling her second sister-in-law to hit her freely.

In an instant, the courtyard was in chaos. Villagers who heard the commotion all rushed over to see what was going on, and the gate and walls were crowded with people.

Old Man Lin and Lin Dahe tried to persuade this side and that side.

"In-laws, let's talk this out. Don't resort to violence yet. Third brother, why don't you stop your wife and mother-in-law?"

Lin Laosan pretended not to see it. Why didn't his father say a word when his mother said she was carrying his daughter out?

"Li Jinxiang, you shameless wretch! I've asked around the village, and it was your Siya who pushed Baoya into the river. If anything happens to our Baoya, your whole family will pay with their lives!"

Old Mrs. Su, tired from beating him, stood up, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and finished cursing at Lin's eldest daughter-in-law, Li Jinxiang. Then she turned and glared fiercely at Old Man Lin, saying:

"Old Lin, get Baoya to the hospital right away. If anything happens to my granddaughter, every single one of the Lins will be wiped out and no one will be allowed to stay in Nanshan Brigade."

……

Lin Qiao let out a long breath and looked around the room again. The ceiling was dark, the walls were covered with all kinds of paper, and there was the earthen bed beneath her.

Lin Qiao transmigrated and entered the body of a village girl named Lin Baoya.

She didn't seem to have fully received the original owner's memories; after several days, she was still dizzy and could barely recognize a few people in her family.

They said this was her home, but she felt strange and unfamiliar with her surroundings. What was wrong?

The people she called her parents here treated her very well and were very careful around her.

Her mother wouldn't let her do anything, and her father spoke to her softly, occasionally offering her snacks and candies to eat by herself. There was also a little rascal who was always around her, chattering incessantly, giving her a headache. Yesterday, he brought home a burnt sparrow and tried to stuff it into her mouth, scaring her so much she almost went to see her great-grandmother.

There was also a robust, round-faced woman, her aunt, who had been bringing her a basket of treats these past few days and telling her to go back if she didn't like living there...

Go back? Go back where? Go back in time? She wanted to too!

In her previous life, Lin Qiao was a good-for-nothing rich second-generation. After her father went bankrupt, she couldn't bear the blow and died of a heart attack.

I thought I'd have to rely on myself, but who knew my biological mother would be so supportive? After a month of heartbreak, she found me a stepfather. My biological father is worth billions, and my stepfather is worth tens of billions.

What could she do? She could only continue living off her stepfather and her biological mother. And so she resumed her life of luxury cars, mansions, and designer brands – a life of utter wastefulness.

Who knew that on a whim, he started his own business, creating a trendy brand, only to find himself trapped in it. He worked through the night to meet orders, even personally operating the sewing machine, only to end up here.

Who can you blame? She had money and free time, yet she still harbored such lofty ambitions, and ended up ruining herself.

It's been almost a week, and she's either been spacing out in the yard or lying on the kang (heated brick bed) sleeping. Every now and then, she can hear the old woman's scolding—yes, that's the original owner's grandmother.

"Baoya, are you feeling better?"

From the little girl's cautious words, it seemed she was worried that she had damaged her brain. This was Liu Ya, the daughter of the original owner's second uncle.

"Sister Baoya, who am I?" Look, here she comes again, testing whether she's stupid or not.

Lin Qiao herself felt helpless. She couldn't say that she hadn't fully received the original owner's memories, didn't know what to do, and was afraid of making a mistake and revealing her secret.

"Wu Ya"

"Yes, that's right, I'm Wuya. And what about her?" She pulled over the even younger girl behind her and asked.

"Six Girls"

"Huh? Bao Ya isn't stupid, she's just reacting much slower than before."

"Uncle Mancang said that slow reaction means you've damaged your brain."

Lin Qiao felt extremely powerless, as these two sisters came every day to verify whether she was stupid or not.

These two little girls are busy every day at home washing clothes, cooking, cleaning the yard, feeding the chickens, and tending the vegetable garden, working like two little spinning tops. Compared to them, I just sit in the yard daydreaming, and I really look like a fool.

Fourth Sister, Fifth Sister, Sixth Sister, and then there's First Sister and Second Sister—this is a family that favors sons over daughters. I'm the precious girl; it seems I'm a little special.

Lin Qiao glanced at the large wooden basin filled with water beside her. This face is really beautiful, hehe. Just like in her past life, except thin, much thinner. This is what she looks like after losing weight. Why does touching this face make her feel a little happy?

In his past life, Lin Qiao was a carefree chubby boy whose two most important things in life were eating and losing weight.

She didn't know why she wore it or what she wanted to do with it.

No problem, let's follow the formula of historical fiction: fight the worst characters first, then split up.

Who is the best?

Lin Qiao glanced back at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were always muttering about her behind her back. Well, anyone who didn't get along with her was a real piece of work.

"Whoosh~" A figure flashed past her eyes, startling her. What was wrong with this person? Was she seeing a ghost?

She turned her head and looked at the person's back. It was Lin Siya. It was her. Lin Qiao remembered the culprit who had caused her to transmigrate.

She couldn't remember why the two of them had argued, but she remembered that the last scene was when Lin Siya, in a fit of rage, pushed the original owner into the river.

"Bang!"

A large wooden basin landed at her feet, and Lin Qiao looked up to see Li Jinxiang's calculating face.

"Baoya, stop spacing out all the time. Get up and move around, or you'll get moldy. Help your aunt wash a few clothes; your aunt will thank you in advance."

After saying that, she wiggled her big butt and went to work.

At that moment, as Lin Qiao watched her retreating figure, a thought popped into his mind: This woman is no good!