I was eighteen that year, dreaming of going to university, when a trafficker slapped me into the mountains. “Three thousand yuan, and you're the Zhao family's bought bride,” the tyrant Zhao Dashan said, gripping my throat. Every day, my mother-in-law, Wang Jinfeng, squatted on the doorstep cracking sunflower seeds. “Bought goods. If you can't give birth to a son, we'll throw you in the mountains to feed the wolves.”
I tried to escape. They dragged me back and broke two of my ribs. Then I gave birth to a daughter in the woodshed. When they tried to drown her
My hand found the knife for chopping pig fodder.
