Cold.
It's bitingly cold.
The cold air was like countless tiny ice needles, drilling down from the gaps in the thatched roof and pricking Lin Wanxing's skin. She opened her eyes suddenly, but her vision was blurry.
I have a headache, and the back of my head feels like it has been hit hard with a hammer, and there is a dull pain.
She moved her fingers, and all the bones in her body were protesting and were as sore as a pile of mud. There was a musty smell in the air, mixed with the smell of earth and hay, which made her want to vomit.
Where is this?
She struggled to sit up, only to find that she was lying on an earthen kang as hard as a stone slab, covered with a thin and hard quilt, full of the smell of sweat and dust.
My stomach was so empty, as if a piece of it had been hollowed out, and my stomach was twitching and burning.
At this moment, a bunch of chaotic memory fragments rushed into her mind like a flood that burst a dam.
"Three taels of silver! Just three taels of silver, get out of here! Stop calling her the daughter of my old Lin family!" A sharp female voice carried undisguised disgust.
"Mom, don't, that's silence, that cripple..." A cowardly male voice sounded hesitant.
"What about the lame? A lame is a man too! It's better than a useless person like you who just eats free rice! She married her and in exchange for three taels of silver, it was enough for our family to live for half a month!"
The screen flickers.
A thin girl knelt on the ground, clutching a woman's trouser leg, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom, I don't want to marry, I don't want to marry that cripple..."
