The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 8 - 8 8 No Money_1

“Whether I believe it or not doesn’t matter; let’s talk after you’ve actually done it.” Yang Sanni rolled her eyes.

“We don’t even have a single pancake to eat now, let alone buns? “You…

how can you have so little confidence?” Yang Ruxin felt somewhat depressed.

“Big sister, mom is so hot…” Yang Erni, who was watching over Xun Hui by the pillow, suddenly cried out in alarm, interrupting the bickering among them.

Hearing this, Yang Ruxin rushed over and touched her forehead—sure enough, in that short time, Xun Hui’s head had grown scorching hot, as if it could fry an egg.

With furrowed brows, she quickly undid Xun Hui’s clothes to inspect her condition.

Once the clothes were off, even Yang Ruxin, no stranger to wounds, involuntarily drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

That fragile little body bore no unmarred skin; crisscrossing cane marks covered it entirely, old injuries layered beneath fresh ones, some festering while others still seeped blood—enough to make her, inured to such sights, shudder inwardly…

How could the elder Mrs.

Yang be so cruel?

“Did Mom cause all these?” Yang Ruxin glanced at her siblings.

“Don’t you already know?” Sanni shot Yang Ruxin a look.

“Aren’t most of them from the beatings you got?” Tears started streaming from her eyes as she spoke.

Yang Ruxin felt a pang of shame, as bits of memory began surfacing in her mind.

This original owner, dim-witted and obstinate, frequently enraged Mrs.

Yang.

Whenever beatings happened, Xun Hui always rushed to shield her; the more she shielded, the madder Mrs.

Yang grew, striking even harder.

Yang Dani often snuck food from home to bring to Guan Qingshu.

Last time, she carried a sack of sweet potatoes there, and though he tossed it back every single time, Yang Dani persisted like the Foolish Old Man shifting mountains, never giving up.

But getting caught each time brought savage punishment.

Most of those punishments fell on Xun Hui, though.

Yet the original owner always just bowed her head quietly during her own mother’s beatings, never uttering a sound.

Yang Ruxin let out a deep sigh.

Timid though their mother was, she always cherished her children.

Forget dwelling on the past; those weren’t deeds of Yang Ruxin herself.

Better focus on the future.

With her here now, fixing Yang Dani’s messes was her duty.

Turning to Erni, she said, “Go fetch the doctor… “But…

we have no money…” Yang Erni lowered her head.

They still owed fees to the doctor from big sister’s last treatment.

Yang Ruxin creased her brows lightly.

In her past life, her birth parents died in a car crash when she was five.

After relatives split up the family assets, they abandoned her at an orphanage.

Though adopted later on, they weren’t her true parents.

At eight years old, once their biological son was born, she became extra baggage and got shipped back to the orphanage…

Left entirely alone, survival demanded she depend on herself.

To escape bullying, she battled fiercely, forging a tough body whose fighting skills rivaled trained martial artists.

Later, for survival, she took every job offering pay.

Scrubbing dishes, waiting tables, passing out flyers—she even acted as a human punching bag, taking hits to let others release anger for cash.

As a rookie, she got just ten yuan per punch, and a day beaten till bruised and battered earned maybe a hundred yuan or so.

Thus, she knew the bitterness of having no money all too well.