She knew clearly that Su Xiangwan wanted to sell her children and run to the military camp to find her son, but she wouldn’t say anything.

Instead, she just kept pushing, forcing her daughter-in-law into a corner to sell her children.

“If she weren’t so foolish and infatuated with your brother, a good-looking man with a nice figure who can also work, would she stay in our house for you to squeeze her dry?”

Qingyu knew everything.

Of course, the original character’s infatuation with the younger brother-in-law had never been hidden. Was she foolish? Yes, but that was the truth.

Su Xiangwan took the money, turned to Sun Shufen, and said, “Director of the Women’s Federation, I think you’ll need to give me a letter of introduction.”

“Why do you need a letter of introduction?” Sun Shufen asked.

“Director, I’m just an ordinary member, and I don’t have the qualification to buy milk powder, but my husband’s a martyr. Martyr’s children can’t afford milk powder, and the country will definitely help. All you need to do is issue a letter for a martyr’s family and give me my husband’s martyr certificate. I’ll take it to the supply and marketing cooperative and see if I can get a can of milk powder.”

Her request was actually vague.

For instance, if the organization wasn’t designated, Su Xiangwan could go to any place to get the help she needed.

Even though Sun Shufen was the Women’s Federation Director, she only got this position because of her husband’s connections, and she wasn’t very educated or capable.

At this moment, to show her competence as the Women’s Federation Director, she opened her drawer, took out the seal, dipped the pen into ink, and after much hesitation, slowly wrote the letter.

With a stamp of the seal, Su Xiangwan got the letter of introduction from the production team.

As for Song Laoda’s martyr’s medal and certificate, they had always been displayed as the greatest honor in the commune office.

Now, for the sake of buying milk powder, with Sun Shufen’s leadership and Song Guangguang as a witness, they respectfully handed them over to Su Xiangwan.

Moreover, because the child was really hungry, Sun Shufen made an exception and gave Su Xiangwan two scoops of milk powder to temporarily calm little Zizhi down.

Su Xiangwan took the letter and the martyr’s certificate and looked around the small village, suddenly feeling an odd sense of familiarity.

When her cousin author is setting up a story, they inevitably insert parts of themselves into the characters and scenes.

So, the Songjia Village Su Xiangwan wrote about was actually the same as her own hometown, though the Song family had been created out of thin air.

She found herself back in her childhood home, looking at the familiar mountains and rivers, breathing the fresh air, and seeing the neat and clean roads, with not a single weed in sight. Every household had its own courtyard.

This made Old Lady Song furious, but Su Xiangwan felt peaceful inside.

With these two things in hand, she could raid Old Lady Song’s nest and get the compensation to raise the kids.

She believed that no matter how she got here or what fate the three children had in the story, she was confident she could raise them well.

After all, she had worked at one of the world’s top 500 agricultural companies in her past life and had two years of rural teaching experience.

Even though she was a city child, she had a lot of experience with rural life.

She didn’t believe she couldn’t raise these three kids.

The midday sun in summer was scorching.

When Su Xiangwan returned home, the roof leaked, and inside the house, there was a dirt bed with only a bamboo mat on it.

The walls were covered with dust hanging down at least a foot, filling the air with a pungent smell.

She laid little Zizhi down on the bed and slowly took out the small paper packet containing milk powder from her pocket.

She had made fires in rural stoves before, during her time as a volunteer teacher, so it wasn’t too difficult.

She threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and the water was soon boiling.

She quickly took it outside to cool before mixing the milk powder into it.

While the milk powder was cooling, the baby had already cried to the point where she was gasping for air.

After putting the cracked bowl into cold water to cool, Su Xiangwan finally fed the milk, and the child eagerly drank it.

“Mom, are you still hungry? Do you want me to steal another pear for you?” Little Gou dan was circling around his mom, looking like a little puppy.

He wasn’t like the male protagonist, who had suffered in his childhood and turned into a disabled person, but still had the male protagonist halo to survive all calamities.

This child had developed a habit of petty theft, encouraged by the original character’s actions.

Today a pear, tomorrow a melon, and as time passed, the stolen goods grew bigger and bigger.

Later, after being sold by his mother, he became the formidable villain in the book—cold, obsessive, and invincible.

The final climax of the story was a showdown between the brothers, Gou dan and the male protagonist his brother Lu Dan, as the struggle between justice and evil reached its peak.

But at this moment, Gou dan was still innocent, not at all like the villain he would become.

“Gou dan, even if it’s our pear, we need to claim it properly. We can’t steal it, okay?” Su Xiangwan washed her face and smacked the worn-out towel against the boy’s face.

“But Mom said it’s our pear tree,” Goudan said seriously with his big eyes, just as his mother wiped his face with the towel, rubbing off a ball of dirt.

“It’s ours, but we have to first confirm the ownership. Once the tree clearly belongs to us, then we can eat the pears,” Su Xiangwan said firmly.

The child seemed to understand, nodding resolutely. “So, I can only pick the pears when you say it’s okay, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then, are we going to the fields today to earn work points?”

Goudan said as he prepared to go out and carry his basket to collect manure.

Such young children had to collect manure at home to earn two work points a day.

There was no choice.

Although they were small, they were fatherless and had to earn work points to survive.

“Goudan, today we won’t collect manure. Let’s rest for the day. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the market to buy some milk powder for your sister.”

“Mom, you look just like you did before,” Dogdan said timidly, but with some hesitation.

The original character had been very gentle and loving when her husband was alive.

But after receiving the martyr certificate, her personality had changed dramatically.

She would often scold her two sons as curses, bastards, and as for little Zizhi, if it wasn’t for the commune not allowing her to abort because the baby was a martyr’s orphan, she would have already aborted.

“Do I look more adorable and charming now?” Su Xiangwan teased the child playfully.

The little guy immediately blushed. “Mom, you’ve always been beautiful and gentle. Even though you’ve changed in the past two years, it’s because you’re sad about Dad’s death, right?”

After a pause, he added, “Mom, do you still remember what my dad looked like?”

Two years ago, the original character had gone to Winterwind City and saw her husband for the first time since his death.

Not wanting to spend money or food expenses, and fearing that her two sons would be a burden, she had gone alone without them.

So, by the time the two kids were over six years old, they had never seen their father.

In the original character’s memory, that trip had been pleasant.

The pleasant part was because she had gone with Song Lao Er, the second brother-in-law.

They stayed in a hotel, ate candy and biscuits, and even drove through the desert.

Of course, that trip had spoiled her.

She only knew that her husband had died, but she still wanted to stay in hotels, eat delicious food, and drive big cars through the desert.

That’s why, when the second brother-in-law came home, she was willing to go to any lengths to approach him.

Even after selling her children, she used the money to take the train and secretly meet with Song Laosan, thinking he could give her that kind of life.

That was the reason she thought he could provide the life she longed for.

That night, everything in the house seemed calm.

As usual, she needed to feed the two donkeys in the evening.

These donkeys had been part of her dowry, and each donkey could earn ten work points a day by delivering fodder to the commune.

Since they were her property, the original character had always been the one to take care of them.

She had never had a peaceful night—breastfeeding the child and feeding the donkeys at the same time.

But tonight, as she woke up to feed the donkeys, she found her tired father-in-law was already up, adding grass to the donkeys.

Well, her father-in-law was the type of person who would do anything for family harmony, even if it meant exhausting himself.

Su Xiangwan slept well, though her stomach growled from hunger when she woke up.

Her little daughter, like a small mouse, had been awake for a while but started crying again like a mouse squeaking.

The two scoops of milk powder Sun Shufen gave her last night had already been used up.

Reluctantly, Su Xiangwan gave the baby her own breast again.

At least the child could nurse instead of sucking on blood, which made it less painful for her.

When she got up in the morning, the kitchen was tidy.

“Qingyu, what did you guys have for breakfast? Why isn’t there anything for me?” Su Xiangwan asked as she saw her sister-in-law, Song Qingyu, cleaning the pot.

Song Qingyu pointed to a coarse ceramic bowl on the counter, still greasy, and said, “You woke up so late, how could we wait for you? This is the leftover food for you. Hurry up and eat.”

But Qingyu was still upset, saying, “Sister-in-law, Dad is already exhausted during the day. Why does he have to get up at night to feed the donkeys? It’s not right.”

Su Xiangwan nonchalantly said, “That’s not my dad, why would I care?”

The implication was clear: if you don’t care about your own father, why should I?

Her sister-in-law held a bowl of sour soup and gulped it down without even frowning at the unpleasant taste.