The Story of Kuniko: the Growth of a Silly Boy

The Story of Kunzi: A Mother's Pain and Light The full text is about 22,000 words | A realistic novel with Wang Guilan as the first perspective My name is Wang Guilan, and I was born in a poor village in Zhumadian in 1976. The year before I was born, there was a terrible flood in my hometown. The house was washed away, the ground was flooded, and many people died. When I landed, all that was left at home was a leaky adobe house, a broken pot, and a stomach that could never be filled. My father is an honest man who only knows how to farm, and he only has a dull gourd. My mother is weak and takes medicine all the time. She has three younger brothers and sisters, one mouth after another. The family is so poor that they can't even find a complete piece of cloth. I have never been to school for a day in my life. I don't know how to read, I can't write my name, I can't read the slogans on the wall, I can't tell the numbers on the money, and I have to count to ten even with my fingers. In our poor place, girls are born to work. They are taught to save, give in, endure, and endure since childhood. It seems that they are inherently inferior to others and should sacrifice for the family. As long as I can remember, I have followed the adults in the fields, mowing grass, feeding pigs, doing laundry, and taking care of my younger siblings. I got up before dawn and didn't dare to rest until dark. The calluses on my hands were layer upon layer, and when they were frozen in winter, they would crack and bleed, causing excruciating pain. When I was fifteen years old, someone in the village said that I could earn money by working in a factory in the south, taking care of food and housing, and could earn dozens of yuan a month. I was moved as soon as I heard this. The family couldn't survive anymore. My father was coughing so much that he couldn't straighten his back. My younger brothers and sisters couldn't even eat. If I stayed at home any longer, the whole family would starve to death. My mother secretly stuffed me with two pieces of cornmeal