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But the original owner's name was Jin Xiaolou, and her fate was tragic.

It was fine that he was born in a remote village, but his family was thriving and his mother was a girl. He did not like her, so before he even left the pavilion, he ran off with a man from a neighboring village and only returned a year later with a big belly.

The nameless Jin Xiaolou was born without reason and then she died.

Jin Xiaolou grew up to be a servant, and suffered all sorts of cold eyes and mockery. Seeing that she could finally escape from the fire pit called Jin Family when she was almost at the age of marriage, nine months ago, when she went up the mountain to gather pig grass, she was pulled into the sorghum field by an unfamiliar man …

Unknowingly, she was pregnant, and even that man's face could not be seen clearly. Jin Xiaolou did not dare reveal herself, but because of her small and skinny body, she hid herself well.

Originally, he wanted to soak in the pig cage, but because of the blood explosion, he died in bed, which resulted in the modern Jin Xiaolou being reborn by coincidence.

”Drag him out, tie the adults and children together into pig cages!”

The Jin Family manager's grandmother, the Madame Wu, used a walking stick to cover her mouth and nose with a cloth handkerchief to stand at the door. She didn't even want to look at Jin Xiaolou, she just wanted to quickly wipe away this woman who had lost face for Jin Family.

”The two of them are really the same, all they think about is how to hook a man's hooves. Mother, you have long listened to me, and drowned this little rascal from birth. His third aunt, Madame Liu, was leaning against the Madame Wu, fond of adding insult to injury.

Madame Wu let out a long sigh, in her heart she blamed herself for being soft-hearted at that time, and leaving behind such a disaster. Such an ugly thing happened again and again in the Jin Family, it was most likely that people of the village were saying that their family was in the wrong!

With a wave of her hand, Jin Xiaolou's two uncles dragged her down from the bed one after another.

Ignoring the blood all over his body, he stuffed it into the wooden basket and used a leather rope to tie Jin Xiaolou's hands and feet.

”Quickly, quickly, before the sun is high in the sky, drown her and bury her in the back mountains.”

Madame Wu swung her staff and stopped, the two men gritted their teeth as they carried Jin Xiaolou and walked in the direction of the small pond …