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Chapter 1, she crossed
Pain, like being crushed by a heavy object, and like bones, skin and flesh being dismantled and reassembled.
The head felt like it had been hit by a sharp weapon, and it hurt suddenly.
Han Qiao rubbed her head and opened her eyes.
Yellowed mosquito nets.
Turning his head, he saw the window, the long case at the head of the bed, and a small bronze mirror on the long case.
Han Qiaoxiu sat up.
Falling down in pain again, let out a scream, "Oh..."
"Ms. Han Qiao, a well-known food blogger, philanthropist, explorer, and successor of **** boxing, passed away in Beijing at 3:00 this morning. Before her death, Ms. Han had signed the formalities for donation of her body and inheritance. A detailed account of Ms. Han's life..."
This is her stay in the world, and the world's evaluation of her.
She died.
"Hmm." The headache was about to split.
Han Qiao covered her head, and at the same time, memories that did not belong to her filled her mind like a revolving lantern.
A woman's miserable half-life shocked her eyes wide.
Han Qiao in Xishan Village is a beauty from ten miles and eight towns. At the age of sixteen, she obeyed her parents' orders and a matchmaker and married Sun Yiming, the youngest son of the Sun family in Ninghe Town.
The eldest daughter Sun Xiu was born at the age of eighteen, the next daughter Sun Yi was born at the age of twenty, and the youngest daughter Sun Ke was born at the age of twenty-two.
She is twenty-seven years old. While doing housework, she also takes on the job of paving the coffin and making paper figurines, earning money to subsidize the family.
During this period, her husband, Sun Yiming, was either taking the examination for a scholar, or he was on the way to take the examination for a scholar. He took all the money Han Qiao earned. The name was for studying, but in fact it was used to drink with friends and friends to commemorate his failure. .
Sun Shan lost his name again and again, and his friends provoked Han Qiaokefu to give birth to a son. The drunk Sun Yiming came home and beat Han Qiao.
He wants face, never hits Han Qiao on the head, and deliberately treats Han Qiao very well when he goes out, always praising her for giving a lot to this family, which is not easy.
Han Qiao had a hard time to describe, but endured it for the sake of her three daughters.
Sun Yiming's parents were also quite calculating, knowing that this man was a piece of mud that couldn't support the wall, they separated early and lived with the eldest son in the house at the head of the town, helping the eldest son run a grocery store.
They don't care how Sun Yiming's family lives.
Beating to death and maiming, they can shirk all responsibility by saying that they are far away.
Father and mother of the grandson didn't do too much, at least gave Sun Yiming two acres of land and the small courtyard where the family of five currently lives.
The reason is that one day in the future, if Sun Yiming gets ahead, they can still get some credit, and the abacus is crackling.
"Huh." Han Qiao exhaled deeply.
Han Qiao was beaten to death by Sun Yiming's heavy attack this time, so she crossed over.
Wear it on Han Qiao with the same name and surname.
"xxxx!" Han Qiao, who was in pain all over, swears.
The wooden door was gently pushed open, making a creaking sound.
Han Qiao tilted her head and watched the thin figure walking slowly with a bowl in hand.
"Mom, I made porridge, you can get up and drink some." After Sun Xiucai finished speaking, tears kept falling.
The little girl in front of her is very thin, her skin is very fair, her eyes are also big, she is delicate and beautiful, her beauty has already been seen for the first time.
This is the eldest daughter, Sun Xiu, who is nine years old this year.
Nine years old, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and tidying up the house, helping to make paper-making people, never complaining about suffering and tiredness, has already provoked the responsibility and burden of being the elder sister.
Han Qiao was inexplicably distressed, exhaled lightly, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Axiu..."
Before he opened his mouth, his throat hurt like a tear.
She was still itchy and coughed.
Coughing hurts all over, Han Qiao is so irritable that she wants to scold her even more.
"Mother, you have some porridge and soup first." Just as Sun Xiu finished speaking, two little girls ran in at the door.
The three sisters helped Hanqiao get up and fed her porridge and soup.
Han Qiao really took a sip by instinct.
The thick and fragrant porridge moistened the mouth and throat, and slowly the itching was suppressed slightly, and the coughing stopped.
Han Qiao leaned against the head of the bed as if her strength had been drained.
Sun Xiu carefully fed her porridge and soup, and choked up, "Mother, you should think of a way, if you continue like this, you will be beaten to death by your father."
Han Qiao looked at Sun Xiu.
What a coincidence, your mother was really beaten to death.
She opened her mouth.
Finally, it seemed as if she had made up her mind, "Mother has already figured out a way, don't worry, from now on, Mother will lead you to live a good life."
"Is Daddy still beating us?" Sun Ke, who was only five years old, asked hurriedly.
What she cares most about is not whether she is hungry or not warm, but whether she will be beaten?
Han Qiao looked at the little girl, she was thin like her older sister, but very fair and tender, a beautiful little bean.
Han Qiao went to see Sun Yi again. She was just like her older sisters, thin and thin, but with fair skin and big eyes.
The three sisters looked at Han Qiao anxiously at the same time, waiting for her answer.
"No, from now on, mother will not let him touch a finger of us."
She will repay her in her own way, so that Sun Yiming can also taste the feeling of being abused.
"Cuckoo."
"Cuckoo."
The voices from the abdomen of the three children reminded Han Qiao that there are more important things than beating Sun Yiming.
Mother and daughter have to fill their stomachs.
There is also a matter of personal hygiene, she can clearly feel that their mothers are already rotten.
"Is there any food in the kitchen?" Han Qiao asked.
Sun Ke opened his mouth and was about to answer.
Sun Yi quickly covered her mouth with his eyes.
The little girl's eyes turned red in an instant, and she burst into tears from grievance.
"Mother, there is still some porridge and soup in the kitchen, you drink the bowl first, and I will take my sister to eat."
Han Qiao has all the memories, and naturally knows the situation at home.
"Axiu, go and pull out the drawer. There are ten coins in it. Take it to buy steamed buns."
"Mother, that's the only money our family has. My sister and I are not hungry, and there is porridge and soup in the kitchen." Sun Xiu said softly.
"Is there really any more?" Han Qiao asked.
Naturally, there is no more.
In the morning, Dad said he wanted to drink porridge, and there was only a little rice in the rice tank. She was afraid of being beaten, so she had to cook all the porridge.
She and her two younger sisters drank pot water in the morning, lunch...
Lunch has not been settled yet, she thought about adding some salt water later, one bowl for each person can fill their stomachs.
"Axiu, you are obedient, hurry up and buy steamed buns." Han Qiao urged.
Sun Xiu looked at Han Qiao, and then at the two younger sisters who looked hopeful and swallowed their saliva.
Heartbroken and uncomfortable.
Going to get money with red eyes.
This is really the only ten coins left in the family.
If it wasn't for the fact that mother hid it tightly, father would also take it for drinking.
"Mother..." Sun Xiu shouted again holding the money.
It seems to be reminding Han Qiao that it is too late to regret it now.
When she went out to buy steamed buns, the family really lost a penny.
"Go buy it, ten cents will buy steamed buns." Han Qiao's voice was very soft, but she was very sure.
Sun Xiu gritted her teeth, turned around and left the room.
Sun Yi glanced at the chipped bowl on the long table, "Mother, you should drink the porridge and soup first to fill your stomach."
"No rush, let's drink together when your eldest sister comes back." Han Qiao said softly.
"Ake doesn't drink porridge soup, I'll give mother some porridge soup." Five-year-old Sun Ke uttered obediently.
Han Qiao was heartbroken after hearing this, and beckoned her to come to her side.
The little girl is thin and has good hands and feet. She climbed onto the bed in no time, approached Han Qiao gently, and called obediently, "Mom."
The big wet eyes are full of caution, for fear of hurting her.
and asked distressedly, "Mother, did father beat you very hard?"
(end of this chapter)
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