After picking up a system

"Congratulations on completing the mission successfully and receiving the reward for your appeal."

Ling Han woke up from a nap and entered the next world.

Hanchun's father is a teacher and her husband is a butcher.

Both sons resemble their husband.

Although my father is pedantic, he loves Hanchun very much and is a rare affectionate man.

After his wife passed away, he raised Hanchun alone and taught her to read. Finally, the elderly father entrusted his daughter, who was born in his old age, to a butcher who was honest and simple but capable of protecting people.

His time is running out, so he can only teach the butcher a lesson and teach him to be sensible and protect his daughter.

In the remote village, few people read books or bought meat, so Hanchun was always taken to the county town.

As a result, Han Chun was not very close to the people in his village.

In that era, relying on men was a normal thing, but there would be a lot of gossip.

The two got married before my father died, and it was notarized.

The next year, she gave birth to a son. Three years later, her second son was born. In the same year, her father passed away.

It was a time of transition from the old to the new, wars were ongoing, and news of conscription came in an endless stream.

The butcher thought that since he couldn't sell the meat well and he didn't have any skills, he might as well exchange his strength for silver dollars so that his wife and children could live a good life.

At first, he worked as a thug for a local wealthy man. The family of four lived a happy life and even had a fixed residence in the small county town.

But the rich were robbed and the poor were helped, so the family returned to the village.

The warlord came to suppress the bandits. The butcher followed him and divorced Hanchun because he was afraid that his marriage status would affect Hanchun's remarriage.

At that time, the two sons were nine and six years old.

Hanchun didn't understand why her husband, who was so loving to her on weekdays, suddenly changed. She asked him hesitantly, but he just remained silent.

When she was crying her heart out, he just turned his back to her and said, "If one more person participates, we can see tomorrow sooner."

The words were said with such determination, as if he still insisted on his responsibilities even after his father was arrested.

Hanchun lost her husband and was always bullied. Fortunately, her children were sensible and she didn't care much about what others said.

The butcher left her some money, which she spent slowly. She untied her bound feet, but they had already been shaped early on. Her father had bound them for her according to her mother's will, fearing that she would not be able to get married.

But now that she is married, her husband doesn't want her anymore.

So there is no need to bind feet anymore.

She sewed stitch by stitch and taught her two sons personally. They were capable and were able to help Hanchun share the burden of the family at an early age.

When they were about seventeen or fourteen, they said they were going to bring the butcher back, saying that they had a new lover and would beat him to death and burn him to ashes. They also said that after he died, they would erect a tombstone for him so that they could give an explanation to their mother.

Because of their deformed feet, they couldn’t run fast, and the two sons soon disappeared.

Hanchun's tears ran out again.

Three months later, letters arrived from the sons.

The letter stated that they had heard news about the butcher, that he had hooked up with a rich man and was shot for making a mistake. The tone of the letter showed deep contempt for the butcher.

Hanchun didn’t know what to reply, she just said take care of yourself and remember to put on more clothes as the weather gets cold.

A few months later, the sons wrote back saying that they had wrongly blamed the butcher. They said that they had found his belongings, which were not on him, but were sorted out by his companions and well protected. There were four people in the family, and there was another one in the belly.

The photos were sent back along with the letter.

That was the year my father passed away. He probably knew that he was at the end of his strength, so he insisted on taking a photo. He developed two and burned one, saying that he would show it to his wife.

There is another one, which is now back in Hanchun's hands.

The letters from her sons were getting slower and slower, and the words they said made Hanchun more and more anxious.

They said that they were unfilial and could not fulfill their filial duties to their mother. They said that they learned what the butcher did when he was alive, and they also joined the organization.

They said they were afraid of implicating Hanchun, so they stopped contacting her afterwards.

Hanchun never received any more letters.

The addresses her sons used to send letters kept changing, and she didn't know where to send the letters. She was also afraid that if she rashly sent the letters, it would be bad for both of them.

Hanchun, with bound feet, could not run far and could only pace around the village anxiously.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but Hanchun didn’t dare to leave the village, for fear that the three men would not be able to find her when they returned.

I don't know where the news came from, but they said the call came.

The fire burned and people were killed, but they seemed not satisfied yet. In the firelight and in the blood, there were hideous laughter and the roars of women being insulted.

To struggle meant being beaten, to resist meant being killed. This neglected little village was thus easily destroyed by the invaders.

Before Hanchun died, she looked at the flames rising into the sky with tears in her eyes.