Chapter 81: Chapter 81 After Getting Rich by Raising a Child in the Era, the Delicate Beauty Was Spoiled 1
The two children huddled in the corner didn’t look very old, a boy and a girl, both dressed in very worn clothes, their hair piled together, as if they hadn’t been washed for a long time.
“Pandi, Mom is really afraid of you getting hurt again… Let’s just live , as for your dad, let him go, we can’t fight that… and your grandma…” As she spoke, the middle-aged woman even started crying again, sobbing, and the two children in the corner shrank further.
[Host, find a place for me to transmit the plot, this time’s conditions… seem not so good.]
Su Zhiruan put on her worn-out cloth shoes and saw the single-layered pants on her leg, her extremely thin calves exposed; she could feel that the original owner was like a skeleton, with hardly any flesh on her body, and now she was very hungry, the feeling of her stomach sticking to her back was distracting her.
“I’ll go out for a bit,” Su Zhiruan said to the sobbing woman, and the woman’s crying abruptly stopped.
Compared to the woman, Su Zhiruan’s mental state was much better.
After Su Zhiruan left the house, the first thing she saw was the somewhat dilapidated yard, which was almost empty except for a few millstones, with a cold wind whistling, and even the trees were dried up; looking further away, even the grassland was dry.
When she went out, she happened to pass by several aunties, who pointed and laughed on seeing her, “Yo, Pandi, is your mom still crying and sobbing? Come out and do some work, instead of crying all day long.”
“Don’t listen to your aunt’s nonsense, your family has no mainstay since dad ran away, you still have to take good care of Pandi and Zhuzi first. I heard your grandma is coming soon, tidy up the house, don’t let people look down on us.” Another auntie with a kind face seriously advised Su Zhiruan.
Su Zhiruan didn’t know the plot, so she just nodded politely, “Okay, thank you auntie, I understand.”
Afterward, she left the two aunties to contemplate on their own.
“Did… did I hear that right? Was that Pandi speaking? When did she ever speak nicely to someone?” The first auntie to speak was all surprise, “Since when could she have a proper conversation with someone?”
“Oh you, people change. Pandi’s dad ran away, leaving just her and her mother alone. You should accumulate some good karma with your words. But that dad of hers, tsk tsk!” The other auntie muttered while working.
“Looks like dad running away has a big impact on the children; Pandi can even talk gently now, sigh, if only she had been earlier, I would have recommended her to our Er Gou, she is pretty! The kids would definitely be good-looking in the future.”
“Your Er Gou looks the way he does; even a fairy couldn’t change that.”
The two aunties chattered back and forth while working.
Su Zhiruan smashed a hole by the lakeside behind the mountain to get a clear look at her current appearance.
Her clothes were tattered, the pants all patched up, and the flowered jacket she wore on top had long since faded, turning into a nondescript short jacket. Her two braids seemed like they hadn’t been undone for ages, growing stiff and oily.
Her face was very pretty, possessing a delicate beauty that didn’t seem to fit the countryside, with some dust on it, the features extremely fine, and her skin had turned sallow and emaciated due to long-term malnutrition.
She sighed, wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, and began to receive the storyline.
Now, it was the 1980s, an era of reform and opening up, with opportunities and times coexisting, which could be termed as full of gold. However, this “gold” chose the capable ones.
Clearly, the original owner, a village girl staying in the mountain village, could not feel the huge changes of the countryside or the transformation of the times.
The original owner, Su Pandi, came from a family so poor they could hardly make ends meet, with a younger sister Su Pandi, a younger brother Su Erzhu, and a weak and incapable mother.
Her dad ran off with a wealthy widow from the village and, before leaving, declared coldly that he had nothing to do with those three kids or Su Pandi’s mom, Li Meihua, ever again.
Su Pandi went to reason with him and was heartlessly pushed against the wall by that dad, knocking her unconscious.
With dad gone and mom weak and helpless, spending her days doing nothing but crying, her eight-year-old brother and sister were so hungry that they were emaciated and never warm or full.
Thus, the original owner made up her mind—