When Jiang Xiaomai was three and a half years old, she became the scapegoat for her parents' missing.
Grandma thought she was a loser, so she only gave her half a bowl of gruel every time, leaving her so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. She licked the shells when her cousin ate eggs, and she picked up rags when her cousin wore new clothes. The whole village said: "That little girl from Lao Jiang's family is probably going to starve to death."
Jiang Xiaomai looked down at her thin little arms, then looked up at the cousins who bullied her in the yard - okay, let me show you who is the ancestor of this family.
A birthmark on her hand unexpectedly gave her a portable space. Although it was only one square meter in size at first, and the spiritual spring only dripped three drops a day, it was enough to grow vegetables, flowers, and store food and treasures.
She knows how to recognize herbs, take a seed from the space and plant it, and it will grow in three days. She can dig up the medicinal materials for treating diseases by going around the back mountain;
She can draw talisman, and if the commune pig is lost, she can find it by counting with her fingers;
She knows carpentry, and with a carving knife, she can carve rotten wood into ornaments that the supply and marketing cooperatives are eager to collect;
She also secretly started a small business, starting from exchanging food stamps, and gradually built up her own wealth.
Grandma said she was a freeloader? She takes out more fine grains from the space than the whole family needs in a year.
Relatives laugh at her for not having parents? She relied on her skills to get acquainted with a row of sex kisses, and all of them loved her more than her biological relatives.
Later, she found out that her parents were big shots and they still drove small cars.
The whole family rushed to recognize their relatives, but Jiang Xiaomai took the hand of the retired chief of the village and said:
"Grandpa, I will go back to the city with you, and I will provide for you in your old age."
Grandma regretted it so much - it turned out that the least popular three-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter was the noble one in the family.
