"Hiss!"
Yang Xiaoqiao let out a painful groan.
Why did the back of her head hurt so much? Wasn't she buried alive in a collapsed tomb? Why was she here?
She was a Chinese teacher of the Southwest University and also an outstanding home of Chinese. She was also an old virgin who was not married at the age of 32.
They went to the deep mountains to dig an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty with a group of similar people. Unexpectedly, the tomb suddenly collapsed, and everyone was buried inside.
Wasn't she dead? Did she only hurt the back of her head?
He opened his blurry eyes.
He found himself in the arms of a middle-aged woman with tears all over her face. The woman opened her mouth and cried sadly, but she could only make a hoarse "Ah!" sound.
Who was this person?
"Hiss!"
As soon as he had the question in his heart, his head ached as if it were drill.
Countless memories flooded over like a tide, drowning out Yang Xiaoqiao's original consciousness.
She had actually returned to the first year of the lunar new year...
He was reborn in a remote southwest village called Yang's Village, and a 17-year-old girl named Yang Xiaoqiao!
The crying woman found that she had woken up. She screamed anxiously and kept gesturing with her hands, as if she wanted to ask something.
A man in his forties, who was curled up at the threshold, limped over, helped Lil Qiao up on the ground, and asked with concern, "Are you awake? How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"
The man's voice was hoarse, and he held back the sadness in his eyes. His rough hands were full of rough calluses, which made people's skin ache slightly. It could be seen that he had done a lot of rough work in daily life. This was the original owner's father, Yang Xiaoshan, and the woman who held her was the original owner's mute mother, Wu Chunyan.
"This mute really knows how to cry. He has been crying for almost an hour, and he still hasn't stopped yet. Why don't we just die together?" The one who spoke was the Second Uncle of the original owner, Yang Dahai.
"But I knocked the back of my head with my cane. How can I die?" The one who answered was the original third uncle, Yang Songshu. "The mute may have wanted to cheat and not cook lunch, so he did it on purpose."
"Is Mute that smart? Third brother! You've overestimated her, haven't you? If she was that capable, she wouldn't have been able to work as a bull for us for more than 20 years. Ah! Hahaha!"
"Second brother! You're still as clear as ever. Hahaha!"
Yang Dahu and Yang Dahai laughed together.
It was a perfect match with Wu Chunyan's crying.
Each of them cried and laughed, forming a stark contrast.
Her second aunt, Chen kindxiang, held a fan made of straw in her hand and shook it from time to time.
It was just summer vacation, and it was hot, so it was not a big deal to shake a fan.
But if the fan was waved into a flower and twisted, it would be intriguing.
What was the original owner's second aunt going to do?
"Are you very happy to see your original owner die? You even want to dance with your fan?"
Zhang Meixiang, the third aunt, sat there in a daze with no expression on her face. No one knew what she was thinking.
It was as if she was an outsider who had turned a deaf ear to what had happened in the hall.
Grandma Qi Xiaosa sat on a chair beside her, followed by a fawning Yang Xiaojiao, the daughter of the Second Uncle. She was one month and three days younger than the original owner.
Because of this month and three days, the original owner was deprived of the right to study. The original owner was angry and argued for reason, but he was beaten to death by his grandmother with her walking stick.
Then...
She was here.
To live on behalf of the original owner.
Qionghua was in her 60s. Her hair was grey and her body was rough. She had high cheekbones and thick lips. She looked fierce. At a glance, it was obvious that she was not easy to get along with.
At this moment, she was still pointing at Joe and her mother on the ground and scolding them.
"Why are you crying? Why are you crying? She isn't dead yet. Why are you crying like a mute? Hurry up and cook lunch, waiting to starve the whole family to death? Besides, she is older than Xiaojiao. As an elder sister, she should give way to her younger sister. If her family can't afford it, why are you still reading books? Is it useful for a girl to read so many books? At that time, she will get married and give birth to children." Qi Cai's thick lips were full of vicious words. "She is going to die. Just take it as a dog raised in the 17th year. If she doesn't die, get up and roll back into your room, in case you embarrass yourself in this hall. Mountain! Take your daughter away. Don't block my eyes."
