The sky was as clear as washed jade, except for one spot where dark clouds churned and resentment boiled-this was the accumulated grievance of cannon fodder characters from period novels. These characters had been drained dry by various protagonists, their lives utterly miserable.

Lin Ning was a quick-transmigration fixer. Her task: to enter the lives of these cannon fodder characters, avenge their injustices, pacify their grievances, and grant them the fulfilling lives they deserved.

The first world began.

1982, Yongzhou, Dong’an County, Hunan Province, at the Lin Family’s home.

Lin Ning opened her eyes and found herself lying on the ground. Her head throbbed with sharp pain. When she reached up to touch it, her hand came away covered in blood.

In front of her stood four people: a middle-aged couple and a young man and woman, all staring at her indifferently.

Her first skill activated: The Recollection of Cannon Fodder’s Memories.

The original owner of this body was also named Lin Ning. The people in front of her were her parents, her brother Lin Yong, and her sister Lin Qiao.

Lin Ning had transmigrated into a period novel titled The Rise of the Tycoon.

The protagonist of the story was Feng Tianqi, a junior military officer. His wife, Chen Caohua, had left him to elope with another man, abandoning him and their three sons. Feng’s family later arranged a second marriage for him-to the original Lin Ning.

After marrying into the Feng family, Lin Ning cared for Feng’s elderly parents and raised his children, allowing him to focus entirely on his career. Feng Tianqi later left the military and founded a real estate company, eventually becoming the wealthiest real estate developer in Yongzhou over the course of thirty years.

But when Feng reached the peak of his success, Chen Caohua returned, and they reconciled, reuniting as a family.

The book primarily chronicled Feng Tianqi’s journey to success, leaving little mention of the original Lin Ning. It was briefly stated that she was bought into the Feng family for a high bride price of 600 yuan. Described as dull and lacking charm, she also failed to bear children for the family. After Chen Caohua’s return, Lin Ning quietly passed away, fading into obscurity as a mere tool in the story.

Even the Lin family barely appeared in the narrative, but Lin Ning could now recall everything.

At this moment, the Lin family was coercing the original Lin Ning into marrying Feng Tianqi.

Lin Ning was 20 years old, while Feng Tianqi was 32, with three children. No young woman would willingly marry into such a situation. But the Lin family had their eyes on Feng’s 600-yuan bride price.

Lin Yong, the eldest son, was about to get married and needed money to buy a house. With insufficient funds, the family turned to their daughters.

Eldest daughter Lin Qiao worked in the county hospital pharmacy and was expected to marry a doctor in the future, making her untouchable.

But Lin Ning, who had only finished middle school, was deemed expendable. She stayed home doing laundry and cooking, and now, the family decided to marry her off for the bride price, considering it a worthwhile trade.

When the Lin family proposed the marriage, the original Lin Ning vehemently refused. After a heated argument, Lin Yong pushed her, causing her head to hit a table leg and knocking her unconscious. That’s when the quick-transmigration Lin Ning arrived.

Looking at the blood on her hand, Lin Ning chuckled. Starting her journey with bloodshed? A promising start. But just a little blood wasn’t enough-there needed to be more.

Her mother began to lecture. “Lin Ning, you’re young and don’t understand. Let me tell you, older men know how to care for their wives.”

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you divorce Dad and find some old man about to kick the bucket? He’d care for you even better.”

“Lin Ning, how dare you!”

Both parents erupted in fury. Lin Ning’s father, in particular, looked as if he’d been cuckolded. Grabbing his tobacco pipe, he swung at her. “You wretch! I’ll beat you to death!”

“Hah! If I’m a wretch, then you’re an old wretch!”

Her retort nearly made him spit blood. Enraged and humiliated, he shouted, “What are you all standing around for? Grab her!”

Lin Yong stepped forward. To him, Lin Ning wasn’t just his sister; she was 600 yuan worth of house money. She couldn’t be allowed to escape! “Stop right there!”

Lin Ning saw her chance. Since Lin Yong had caused her head injury, it was only fair to return the favor.

Grabbing a teapot from the table, she smashed it against his head.

Crash!

The teapot shattered, and Lin Yong staggered, seeing stars. “Lin Ning, you dare hit me? Hit me again if you-“

Crash!

She struck him again, splitting his head open. Blood poured down his face as he collapsed unconscious.

Seeing her son injured, Lin Mother’s protective instincts flared. Unlike when Lin Ning was hit, this time she was distraught. “Lin Yong! My son!”

Lin Qiao checked his breathing. “Mom, he’s fine. Just unconscious.”

“Then we need to take him to the hospital!”

The Lin family promptly forgot about Lin Ning as they carried Lin Yong out. Left alone in the chaotic house, Lin Ning’s stomach growled.

She searched the kitchen, but it was cold and empty. If she didn’t cook, no one else would. The family had always enjoyed her meals while belittling her for being “useless.”

Not anymore. Lin Ning threw all the pots and pans to the floor, shattering them. Cooking for these leeches? Never again!

But her hunger remained. With only 15 cents in her pocket, she raided the family’s cash drawer, taking 5 yuan before heading out to eat.

At a small restaurant, she ordered Dong’an chicken, stir-fried pork, and steamed cured meat with garlic, paired with a bowl of rice. The rich flavors of authentic Hunan cuisine brought a satisfied burp to her lips.

Returning home, she was met with a flying dishcloth and her mother’s screeching rage.

“Lin Ning! Where were you? Why didn’t you cook? And why did you smash the pots?”

“Heh, not only will I smash pots-I’ll smash you too!”