Chapter 8: Vicious uncle, poor Diaochan

The curses behind her couldn't help but make Diaochan's delicate body tremble.

From the slightly better and largest adobe thatched hut in the middle of the courtyard, a middle-aged man with a red nose and a frowning, dark face walked out.

The middle-aged man, who was just over 1.6 meters tall, walked with unsteady steps.

His eyes were also very murky.

A sheepskin wine pouch hung from his waist.

Diaochan stood where she was, her hands clasped tightly behind her back.

Like a child who had made a mistake.

"Today... today... today there was only one," Diaochan said, lowering her head.

"Bullshit."

As soon as Diaochan's voice fell, the middle-aged man let out a sharp shout: "In the past, there were always two, why is there only one today?"

"Also, I ask you, why is there less rice in the rice jar?"

"Where did the clothes I told you to take off yesterday go?"

Facing the numerous questions, Diaochan became even more panicked.

The middle-aged man pointed at Diaochan, his eyes full of anger: "Fine, fine, fine, I know now."

"You dead girl, still talking back!"

"You must have given them to that wild man!"

"I... I didn't..." Diaochan defended herself.

The middle-aged man ignored Diaochan's defense, turned around, and picked up a rattan whip from the ground.

Then he looked at Diaochan viciously.

"Come here, kneel down!"

The middle-aged man scolded angrily: "I have raised you for so many years."

"Yet you are eating inside and looking outside, giving things to a wild man."

"I will deal with you first, and then I will deal with that wild man of yours!"

"Come here, kneel down!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Tears of grievance swirled in Diaochan's eyes.

Raised her for so many years?

Is that so?

If it weren't for her aunt, would she have stayed in this family?

Everything in this house—the food, the things they use, the clothes on their backs—which one wasn't earned by her through hard work?

The water they drink was fetched by her from the river.

The rice they eat was traded by her for chopping wood and charcoal.

The clothes she wears were washed by her for wealthy families, picking out the ones they didn't want.

Even those two chickens were raised by her from when they were small. ===== CHAPTER 10 =====