"Sister, what if she dies?"

"If you're dead, you're dead, and if you're dead, we'll have one less oil bottle, which is a good thing!"

"But she's the ...... we beat"

"If you don't say it, who knows?"

……

Li Jinfeng opened his eyes in a daze, everything in front of him was unfamiliar.

Dilapidated mud houses, yellow mud and rotten walls, glassless windows, and black quilts that have changed color.

The headache was terrible, Li Jinfeng's head was buzzing, and a memory that did not belong to her gradually appeared in her mind.

The little girl in my memory has the same name as her, also named Li Jinfeng, who is only sixteen years old, but lives in the mid-to-late sixties, an era when materials are scarce and most people are hungry.

Li Jinfeng's mother Zhang Xiulan remarried into the old Li family, and when she got married, she took Li Jinfeng and Li Qiushui, who originally had seven children, to live together, and it has been three years.

In the past three years, the seven children of the Li family, in addition to the two married third daughter Li Aizhu and the fourth daughter of the Li family, Li Aimei, there are still five at home.

The eldest Li Dahu and the second Li Dahe got married last year and the year before last, respectively, and lived in Lao Li's house with their daughter-in-law. The fifth unmarried child is called Li Dahai, and the sixth and seventh children are daughters, one is called Li Aiju and the other is Li Ailan.

Lao Li's family, like most people in this era, has a large family population.

In this era, there are many people, which means that there is a lot of food needed, and Li Jinfeng is not the biological child of the Li family, so he has not had a good time in the Li family over the years.

Grandma is not a grandmother, and a father is not a father, although there is an upright grandfather Li Aiguo, but in the end it did not save her life.

Li Jinfeng was beaten to death by fighting for a piece of kraft candy with her two stepsisters, Li Aiju and Li Ailan.

The back of the earthen porcelain bowl was smashed off the top of the head by the Li family Ailan, the porcelain bowl was smashed, and Li Jinfeng's head was also broken, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

When the two stepsisters saw that something was wrong, they hid in the haystack in the village with kraft candy, and by the time Li Jinfeng was discovered, they had already lost their breath.

Perhaps it was at that time that Li Jinfeng replaced the original owner and came to this era.

Before she had time to lament the bleak life of the little girl, at this time, the door squeaked, and a woman with a tired face stepped forward wearing a ragged house cloth.

Seeing Li Jinfeng, who had woken up, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does your head still hurt? Your grandfather gave you herbs and you'll be fine soon. ”

The woman's mouth opened and closed and said the words of concern for Li Jinfeng, through memory, Li Jinfeng knew that this woman was Zhang Xiulan, the mother of the original owner.

Zhang Xiulan is about 1.58 meters tall, she is very thin, she can't dig out two taels of meat with a knife, but the clothes she is wearing are big, like a hemp bag on her body.

Her face was yellow, and even slightly swollen, and her walking steps were a little vain, and she looked at her daily life with less oil, less salt, less nutrition, and often went hungry.

However, in this era, most people are like this, and even the original owner is not much better.

Li Jinfeng tried to touch the scar on his forehead, but before he could touch it, he twitched in pain.

"Mom......" Li Jinfeng shouted, but he didn't show too much emotion.

"Your grandfather gave you three days off, and you don't have to go to the production team to earn work for these three days. If you feel really uncomfortable, lie down on the kang. ”