It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

Weng Xiaoxiao is a newly graduated office worker who is exhausted at work. Listening to books on the subway on the way home is her best pastime. She listened to an ancient Chinese novel twice and still felt unsatisfied, so she opened it for the third time.

Both the protagonist and the supporting characters feel unhappy. Who in the world doesn't feel unhappy?

She didn't sympathize with any of them. At least in the author's writing, they all lived a glamorous and happy life. Only one little girl made her feel distressed.

The little girl is her mother's only daughter, but not her father's only one.

Her mother was good at embroidery and worked very hard to support her scumbag father to study and take the imperial examination. The scumbag father also worked hard and passed the imperial examination. Later, he became a doctor of the Imperial Academy and taught in the country's top university. After he became successful, he married a new woman as his second wife, just because the new woman's family was rich and could allow him to live a life of luxury.

After seeing her mother-in-law to her death, her mother took the little girl to the capital to recognize her relatives. Since they were all here, the scumbag father had to recognize them, but he never thought of taking them home. He bought a shabby house and settled the mother and daughter in the suburbs of the capital, giving them one or two taels of silver for living expenses every month, and then stopped asking about them and let them fend for themselves.

Sadly, her mother was seriously ill and would not live long. After burying her mother, the little girl knelt outside the Imperial College and was forced to beg for mercy by her scumbag father. She thought she had a place to stay from now on, but who knew that this was the beginning of her real suffering.

The book does not mention the abuse of the stepmother. Anyway, she was a thorn in the eyes of others and would not be treated kindly. The most shameless thing was that they sold the thirteen-year-old girl to an old widower. If the man was kind, it would not be a big deal, but who knew he was a cruel man. After the old widower had enough fun and felt bored, he sold her to a brothel. Even in the brothel, she could not live in peace. She died in a conspiracy to frame the protagonist, and she died of blood and pain.

This was the most miserable tool Weng Xiaoxiao had ever seen, and she has always been brooding over what happened to this girl.

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After working overtime for two hours today, Weng Xiaoxiao walked into the subway with a shaky step, listened to a novel, and fell asleep. But when she opened her eyes again, it was not the subway car...

It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly, so I quickly got up and ran towards the light.

"Xiaoxiao, are you awake?" a female voice came.

Smile?

"Are you feeling better? Why did you run out without shoes?" The woman saw Weng Xiaoxiao barefoot, shouted anxiously, and ran into the house.

Jiang Xiaoxiao?!

Could it be the little girl she sympathized with?

It can't be that ridiculous, right? She traveled through time and space in a book?!

"Mom?" she called tentatively.

"Hey, I'm here." The woman came out carrying a pair of cloth shoes. "Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

Weng Xiaoxiao felt even more dizzy and shook her head. She was in no mood to eat at the moment, so she asked tentatively, "What's wrong with me? I feel a little dizzy."

The woman helped Weng Xiaoxiao sit on a bench and told her everything.

After hearing this, Weng Xiaoxiao's head was buzzing. She was in no mood to care about anything else. She just confirmed one thing: she had indeed traveled through time and space in a book and became Jiang Xiaoxiao, the person she sympathized with the most.

A little girl with a nice name but who never smiles.

Oh my god, she just felt sympathy and didn’t want to be this cannon fodder girl! !

Weng Xiaoxiao lowered her head and exhaled lightly, closing her eyes to accept this fact. This is the good thing about office workers, they have a strong ability to accept. So what if it's not strong? Can I go back if I want to?

At this time, the mother and daughter had just arrived in Beijing and were placed in a small village by their scumbag father. Fortunately, it was not too late to change Jiang Xiaoxiao's tragic fate.

However, Weng looked frail and pale, with no blood on her face. Could she be seriously ill? No wonder, she had been working so hard for so many years that her foundation had been damaged. Her scumbag father's betrayal had broken her heart, and she was holding on because she couldn't bear to leave her.

"Mom, take a rest. I'll go cook."

"Xiaoxiao, mother is fine."

Weng Xiaoxiao pushed Weng to sit on the bench without explanation and went to the kitchen. Her mother's surname was Weng, so it made sense to follow her mother's surname. The pronunciations of the names were similar, so she could just call him by that vague name.

Making fire and cooking was something he was used to, as if it was muscle memory. Even Weng Xiaoxiao, who had never lived in the countryside, could do it easily.

There was a jujube tree in the yard. The jujubes were already green and red. Weng Xiaoxiao picked a few, washed them, and threw them into the porridge.

Looking at the flickering flames, Weng Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly.

It seemed like she never had a choice. She was assigned a different major in college because she didn't like it. She got a job because her family used all sorts of connections to find her a job, but she didn't see any hope for stability.

I couldn't live a happy life in a world where my parents loved me. Now I have been given such a difficult identity, what should I do?

Although she was familiar with the plot of the whole book, there was not a single word about the little girl's life in the book. This character was not much better than a passerby, and her golden finger was almost non-existent.

The only information in his mind was that this small village was dozens of miles away from the capital, and every month he had to walk for half a day to the Imperial College, and then stand outside the Imperial College for another half a day to get the humiliating living expenses.

To change your destiny, to put it bluntly, you have to be self-reliant, get rid of your financial dependence on your scumbag father, stay away from him completely, and never enter his house.

Weng Xiaoxiao recalled her family's savings. The money for the trip to Beijing was raised by selling the house and land in her hometown, which amounted to 21 taels of silver. After deducting the expenses along the way, she only had 13 taels left when she arrived in Beijing.

The scumbag father gave her this house, and bought the most basic pots, pans, and bedding, which cost another two taels. No matter how hard it was, even if she was seriously ill, Weng refused to use the last ten taels of silver, saying that she wanted to leave it for Jiang Xiaoxiao as a dowry.

It’s pitiful to see the love of parents in the world, but she will never understand that what Jiang Xiaoxiao needs is not the dowry money, but for her as a mother to be able to stay with her in good health and take care of her as she grows up.

The dates are almost ripe. It is already late autumn and winter will soon arrive.

There were no thick beddings at home, and the mother and daughter had no thick cotton-padded clothes. The weather in the north was so cold that Mrs. Weng could not survive, and it would be difficult for her, an orphan, to survive.

If you want to survive, you have to leave this closed village and go to Beijing.

Only after entering the capital can you find opportunities to make money, even if you embroider a handkerchief, you can earn a few coins. You also have to treat Weng's illness. Even if you can't cure her, you must always do your best to help her pass her last journey.

No matter what, she would never go to her scumbag father to beg for mercy. She would cut off all ties with him once she left here.

When we meet again, it's time to collect the debt.