Chapter 3: I Can't Survive Anymore

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The original owner definitely wouldn't say it. She wouldn't say a word even if it rotted in her stomach.

However, since she was here, she could not be a saint. She had to let the entire village know about the Tian family's torture of the original owner. Those gossipy women would spread it loud and clear.

"What is it? Your mother-in-law kicked you into premature labor?"

"My child, dead! Sob sob sob!"

"Oh dear, how pitiful."

"I'll go bury her and head back to work. Mother is still waiting at home, but I haven't eaten or drunk anything for three days. I can't work anymore. Mother will scold me and beat me. I beg you, can you give me something to eat or drink? Please!"

Qiao Mai entered a tragic scene. She looked at everyone pitifully. When she mentioned food, the villagers quickly lowered their heads and busied themselves with their work. The reason why they asked her just now was not because they cared about her but because they wanted to gossip.

Qiao Mai turned around in disappointment, her eyes cold. It was said that farmers were generous, but they were unwilling to give up a little food.

For people like this, she would not even lift her eyelids when they die in the future.

She absentmindedly carried her child and walked towards the end of the village, ignoring those people.

The villagers whispered to each other behind her. "Tsk tsk, the Tian family's madam really knows how to torture her."

"Isn't it because this daughter-in-law's family doesn't care? She didn't even have a dowry when she got married."

"That's equivalent to selling her to the Tian family. I heard it's dirt cheap, only 100 catties of wheat."

"So little? Then what was the point of dowry? The betrothal gifts given by the Tian family were so little. Others usually give five or six taels of silver!"

"Hmph, in any case, the Tian family wouldn't dare to bully the other two daughters-in-law. They have several brothers, and their family background is powerful."

Qiao Mai walked in front and listened to their conversation. She snorted coldly. The Qiao family also had two men, but she had never seen them stand up for her.

When she came to a piece of barren land, she lifted her leg and walked in. She turned around and saw that no one was following her. Then, she flashed into her space with the child in her arms.

She will temporarily keep the baby in her space and told the public it died.

She found a blanket in the cabinet. It was loose and soft, and it would not harm the child's skin. She did not have any children's clothes at the moment, so she gave her this as a swaddling blanket.

She then found a few pieces of her own clothes and folded them for the baby to use as a pillow. She did not have diapers in her storage, so she tore a piece of cotton cloth and made more than ten diapers. She folded them neatly and placed them on the bedside table.

Only then did she open the tattered swaddling cloth and move the baby onto the blanket. At this moment, the baby woke up and let out a low cry.

She quickly put a napkin under the baby's butt and carefully wrapped it in the blanket. She let her head rest on the pillow and turned to make milk powder.

She made a big bowl of milk and finished it in one go after feeding the little fellow.

She had no choice. She needed nutrition too!

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