Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: 106: I always listen to my wife, personally unmasking you_6

The generous sister had given her two yuan today. Normally, she could only manage to save one or two cents.

She would keep the remaining 60 cents to account for when she got back.

The little girl was named Qian Zhaodi.

The name Zhaodi, as the name suggests, was given because the adults in her family wanted to raise a boy.

After safely stashing away the money, Qian Zhaodi dragged her frail steps back home. As she passed a small puddle, she carefully washed her face, and thoughtfully, she slurped up some water to rinse her mouth.

She couldn’t let her parents know that she had snuck a bite!

Qian Zhaodi stopped in front of a brick house with a shining light, took a deep breath, and went in.

The light inside the house was warm, and you could hear such dialogue, “Son, eat more meat. You can grow taller by eating more meat.”

Meat.

Qian Zhaodi couldn’t help but lick her lips.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she had meat.

But the little boy in the house protested, “I don’t want to eat meat! I want to eat chicken legs, I want to eat braised chicken legs!”

The gentle female voice soothed, “Son, mom didn’t buy any chicken today. I’ll make you braised chicken tomorrow, okay? Just have one bite today, be a good boy.”

“No, no!”

Qian Zhaodi walked into the room.

The room fell silent.

The little boy at the head of the table glanced at Qian Zhaodi in a threatening manner.

This little boy was Qian Zhaodi’s younger brother, Qian Wangcai.

The woman sitting on Qian Wangcai’s left was the mistress of this house, Zhao Xiaoxi.

The man sitting to the right of Qian Wangcai was the master of this house, Qian Shengqian.

“Worthless girl, you’re finally back! Where’s the money!” Zhao Xiaoxi stood up cursing and swearing, reaching out to her.

Qian Zhaodi took out the crumpled 60 cents from her pocket and handed them to the woman.

The next second, her ears were harshly twisted, “You always bring back so little! Confess! Have you, you worthless girl, been squirreling money away?”

Qian Zhaodi cried out in pain, “No! Mom, I haven’t!”

Qian Shengqian swung a duster harshly onto the girl’s face and arms, leaving glaring red marks, “You worthless piece of trash! If you dare hide money, I’ll beat you to death!”

“Beat her to death! Beat this money-wasting good-for-nothing to death!” Qian Wangcai clapped joyously on the chair, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Qian Zhaodi immediately knelt down, “Mom, Dad, I didn’t conceal anything, really I didn’t! Please, stop hitting me!”

Only then did Qian Shengqian and his wife Zhao Xiaoxi stop.

“Unlucky thing! Come and eat now. Don’t let word get out and have people saying we mistreat you and don’t let you eat your fill!” Zhao Xiaoxi harshly knocked a chipped bowl on the table.

The broken bowl contained half a bowl of rice soup, with only a few grains of rice in it, a sharp contrast to the other rich dishes on the table.

Qian Zhaodi got up from the ground, trembling hands holding the bowl of rice soup, sipping it in small mouthfuls.

This was the life she lived at home.

It was also the reason why, even though she was twelve years old, people always thought she was only seven or eight.

Qian Wangcai picked up a piece of meat and held it out to Qian Zhaodi, “Money-wasting good-for-nothing, do you want to eat meat?”

Qian Zhaodi swallowed.

Yes.

How could she not?