During the heavy rain, I traveled through time and became a vicious stepmother in the disaster year, while my five children knelt and trembled in the dilapidated house.
The eldest child protected his younger siblings and sneered: "If you want to beat me, beat me. You won't starve us to death anyway."
My pupils trembled as I stared at the moldy grain bag in his arms - this is a life-saving strain worth the price of gold!
Later, when the whole village begged the miracle doctor to save their lives, I was teaching the kids to use a microscope to see penicillin: "Remember, knowledge is hard currency."
The day the grain truck blocked the door, the boss suddenly grabbed me by the hem of my clothes and said, "Mom... Dad's comrades said he became a general in the north."
