Hundred Ways To Save Cannon Fodder Mom [Quick Transmigration Arc 5] Chapter 71: The Mother Plagued by “Misfortune”(1)
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. A few crows cawed from the distant mountains and forests. Under the moonlight, a woman carrying a sack of rice walked step by step along the path in the middle of the rice paddies.
The woman’s exhausted breathing mingled with the croaking of frogs in the rice paddies, offering comfort to the soul of the woman carrying a large sack of rice.
The woman was calculating in her mind whether, after selling this batch of rice and with the money she had saved, she could buy a house in the city so that she could get away from here and let her child go to school in the city.
“Mom, why don’t we rest on the edge of the paddy field?”
At that moment, a soft, delicate voice came from beside the woman’s legs, its tone revealing worry.
The woman nodded, patted her daughter who was carrying a bamboo basket, and leaned the basket against the edge of the field to rest for a moment.
The little girl walked to her mother’s feet, placed the bamboo basket she was carrying at her mother’s feet, lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and carefully rubbed her palms, which were red from the bamboo strips. The bamboo basket was filled with vegetables such as eggplants and green beans, which would be negligible in weight for an adult, but it was enough to make her palms red.
After doing all this, the little girl looked up at her thin, small mother in the moonlight. She was wearing an ill-fitting gray-blue dress and green canvas shoes. The moonlight made it difficult for the little girl to see her mother’s face clearly, but her wheat-colored skin, jet-black hair, deep-set eyes, high nose, and well-defined lips left a deep impression on her.
If it weren’t for them, Mom would have had a very different life.
She relied on herself…
“Haha, little rascal, you want Mommy to carry you? Mommy has about 100 pounds of grain on her back, I can’t carry you, I can’t carry you!”
Seeing the little one staring intently at her, Ling Xiu reached out her calloused hand and roughly rubbed the little one’s head, her tone slightly teasing yet full of helplessness.
“I don’t want to be carried! I’m five years old! I asked for this myself!”
The little girl bent her thumb, extended four fingers, and looked at her mother seriously as she spoke.
“Hahaha, wrong, wrong, you should hold up five fingers when you’re five years old,”
Ling Xiu burst out laughing at the baby’s adorable appearance. How could she have given birth to such a cute baby!
The dull atmosphere instantly became warm and relaxed because of Zizi’s actions. Zizi looked down at her hand and stretched out her thumb.
Five years old, five fingers!
“Alright, you’ve rested enough, it’s time to go home. You only ate some pancakes for lunch, you must be hungry!”
Ling Xiu picked it up, reached out and took the bamboo basket from the child, and said quite naturally.
The little girl stared at the bamboo basket that had vanished from her hand in the blink of an eye: Sje had been discovered after all.
However, the little one didn’t rush to take it; the mother’s strong personality made taking it backfire.
Looking at her mother, who had already walked four or five steps away, and her thin back, who could have imagined that she would one day become the richest woman in China? A powerful figure in the business world, decisive in her methods, she is one of the most outstanding women in China, with a business empire covering dozens of industries and an astonishing influence overseas.
“Hurry up and catch up… Aren’t you hungry?”
The mother’s voice instantly snapped the child out of her reverie. She agreed and quickly followed. What kind of richest woman’s daughter was she? She was still a five-year-old child who was starving.
In the 1980s, some not-so-remote rural areas had electricity. When Zizi returned home with her mother, the lights were already on, and through the window of the room, they could see people moving around inside.
Ling Xiu didn’t look up into the house. She placed the bamboo basket on the stone steps and went straight into the side room with the rice on her back. The little girl obediently stepped forward, hugged the bamboo basket, and followed her mother into the side room, ignoring the people in the main house.
The side room has two rooms: a bedroom inside and a spacious kitchen outside. The whole house is made of wood. As soon as you enter, the little girl carrying the bamboo basket of vegetables can hardly move. It’s too dark inside; she can’t see anything at all. It’s truly pitch black.
A “click” sound filled the room with the dim light.
The room was neat and tidy, with everything from the cupboards and water tanks to the stove and the grain storage area.
The little girl tiptoed and placed the bamboo basket on the stove, picked up the lighter between the two iron pots, and started a fire.
Ling Xiu finished stacking the last bag of rice for this autumn and saw the little girl struggling to light it with a lighter. She sighed with amusement, then quickly stepped forward, took the bright red lighter from the little girl’s hand, lit the stacked dry pine needles, and put them into the stove. Then she added thin branches and dry firewood to make the fire bigger.
A smile appeared on the little girl’s face. This time, her mission was different from the past. This time, her mission was simply to keep her mother happy and stay away from those who brought her bad luck.
Turning her head to look at the door connecting the main house and the side room, the woman was getting impatient…
Sure enough, the door, which had been sealed for three months, was opened the next second.
A young man in his late twenties opened the door, looking down at the people still living there: “Xiuxiu, are you hungry? I’ve made some food, come and eat in the main house. Your daughter must be hungry too…”
Ling Xiu glanced at the man, who was Zizi’s father, and continued to start the fire and cook.
The little girl’s heart was in her throat. She turned her head and stared at her mother’s expression. Seeing that she was completely calm, she felt a little relieved.
“Xiuxiu…can you bear to see your daughter with a broken family?”
Seeing that Ling Xiu ignored him, the man took a deep breath, walked to Zizi’s side, grabbed Zizi’s arm and said pitifully.
It has to be said, this man’s trick is very clever, especially considering his fair complexion and tall stature; most people really can’t resist. If the child didn’t know the background and what the man was thinking, she would have been fooled long ago.
As soon as Zizi’s arm was grabbed, Ling Xiu quickly grabbed her other arm. Sitting on the stool used for tending the fire, she didn’t look at the man again, but coldly said, “Let go.”
“I’ll help you start the fire,” the man said, not daring to anger Ling Xiu, and continued to fawn over her.
Ling Xiu: “Get lost…”
When the little one heard her mother’s firm refusal, she almost couldn’t help but burst out laughing. In order to prevent the two people in the standoff from noticing something was wrong, she could only lower her head and cover her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she tried to stop herself from laughing out loud.
“Xiuxiu, look at the child, she doesn’t want us to be apart either…”
The young man thought the child was sad because her parents were separated, and persistently tried to comfort her.
Ling Xiu didn’t say anything more to this man. She stood up and stared at him intently: “Get out, do you think you can?”
Feeling humiliated by being repeatedly humiliated, the man turned and left.
Only after the door closed did Ling Xiucai sit down again, reach out and lift Zizi’s face, looking into her eyes which were brimming with tears from trying to suppress laughter: “Are you sad?”
The little one quickly shook her head and hurriedly stretched out her two little hands, which were red from being squeezed: “Blow on them, it hurts.”
“You’re being stubborn. Didn’t I tell you not to come up the mountain with me?”
Shaking her head helplessly, Ling Xiu lowered her head and gently blew on the baby’s palm.
A cool breeze brushed against her warm palms, and whether it was just psychological or not, she really felt much better.
“Gurgle, gurgle…” A series of sounds came, and the little one withdrew her hand, touched her soft belly, and blushed.
“Mom, hurry up. Go wash your hands with cold water.”
A hint of guilt flashed across Ling Xiu’s face. She touched Zizi’s soft hand and said…
After dinner, Lingxiu washed Zizi, told her a few stories, and then put her to bed, as they were going to the market to sell some small items the next day.
The man next door made Zizi’s mind turn to the plot she knew.
Unlike other mission worlds, in this world, Ling Xiu is the female protagonist who is surrounded by countless halos.
The original female lead.
The reason for mentioning the original female lead is that in the original book, all the important characters were reborn.
Ling Xiu’s husband.
Ling Xiu’s older sister.
Ling Xiu’s business rival from her previous life.
Ling Xiu’s opponent x2
Everyone was eyeing Ling Xiu covetously, vying for her future, her opportunities, and her academic qualifications.
Ling Xiu, who was not reborn, had her husband steal her capital to start a business, her innovative clothing designs were copied by her rivals who knew the trends, and her university admission was taken by her sister. She encountered setbacks everywhere and was driven away and ostracized wherever she went.
Despite such bad luck, Ling Xiu still amassed a fortune of tens of millions, but she still couldn’t defeat the reborn individuals who could foresee the future.
The cause of death remains unknown, and only her daughter, who was not yet eighteen, collected her remains.
In the end, she was also criticized for being incompetent and only able to become the richest man by virtue of her fame.
Ling Xiu’s daughter was not spared either. They believed in the principle of eliminating all traces of the weeds, and a car accident caused Ling Xiu’s daughter to die in the same way as her mother.
Until their deaths, they never knew what they had done wrong, why everyone was targeting them, or why all the malice was directed at them.
Husband, sister, and a business rival I’ve never met.
In the end, only a passerby commented, “This is too unlucky,” in his assessment of Ling Xiu’s life.
Ling Xiu had been watching her mother’s hardship and struggles, and feeling deeply resentful, she made a wish that her mother would no longer suffer misfortune and could live a happy and fulfilling life.
She wanted those reborn individuals to open their eyes wide and watch their mother reach the pinnacle of life, to let them know that she was ultimately different from them.
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