After Binding to a Sign-In System, I Thrive in Ancient Times

When Jin Sui was knocked to the muddy ground with a stick, her head rang, followed by a searing pain. Muddy water mixed with a rusty, bloody stench smeared her face until she could barely open her eyes. "You little slut! How dare you steal food!" A shrill, spiteful woman’s voice burst out, stabbing at her eardrums. She instinctively tried to curl up and shield her head and face, but her arms were twisted behind her back and held fast, every bone screaming in protest. Her knees ground against the gravel, the pain piercing through her. Another blow landed on her back, so hard that her vision went black. She gritted her teeth and made no sound, her throat full of the taste of dirt.