Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 5 - 5 5 Supplementing Bricks and Tiles1

5: Chapter 5 Supplenting Bricks and Tiles_1 5: Chapter 5 Supplenting Bricks and Tiles_1 It seems I’ve transmigrated into a farming novel I read a long ti ago.

The title was sothing like “The Villainess’s Counterattack,” and the original body’s youngest daughter was the original protagonist.

I rember the plot.

The original family was full of scumbags, constantly getting slapped in the face by the villainess’s counterattacks, burning with their sense of existence.

As I read it at that ti, the more I read, the more I felt that the values promoted by the villainess’s triumphant counterattack were twisted, so I stopped reading.

It seed to have been discontinued from what I rember.

Zhulan calculated the timing, and it was perfect.

The transmigrator who turns into the villainess had already arrived, coincidentally on the sa day.

What fate, but she had no intention of letting her whole family continue to burn for the sake of the villainess’s counterattack.

It would be best to keep her distance from the villainess in the future.

Zhulan stroked her daughter’s hair; oh, it was comfortable.

She couldn’t let her daughter fall victim to sches.

In the plot, her daughter ended up mistreated to the point that no one dared to marry her.

I stopped following the story, but without thinking about it, I knew it couldn’t have ended well.

To be objective, although the original host’s mories were a bit biased, it’s not fair to say the entire family was scum.

Aside from the daughter-in-law of the second son, who was painted in a particularly bad light, the others weren’t praised but didn’t descend to the level of complete trash either.

Especially regarding original host being vilified as an evil mother-in-law, part of it was due to the second son’s wife, and the other part was the result of jealousy from the village gossips.

After all, a daughter-in-law will eventually beco a mother-in-law, and since the original body was genuinely kind to her, and on top of that, she gave birth to several sons and lived in a large house in the village, she indeed beca an object of envy and jealousy.

The original host was also aware of this.

Although she detested the second son’s wife, she knew that the root of the problem wasn’t entirely with the daughter-in-law.

From an observer’s perspective, Zhulan felt the original host certainly had her faults, but it was unjust to label her as scum.

In troubled tis, not being fierce only ant being bullied.

The more Zhulan understood, the more she realized that the depiction in the novel was too simplistic.

She had not rely transmigrated into a book but into a real world, where every person has their own thoughts.

Zhou Xuehan frowned, “Mother, my hair is coming undone.”

Zhulan let go sowhat guiltily.

There used to be a cat at her grandmother’s house that she petted so often that now, without thinking, she had gotten carried away, “Alright, no need to stay with mother, go and play!”

Zhou Xuehan stood up happily, “I’m going to play with Sanya.”

Zhulan thought for a mont; the na sounded familiar.

It was the na of the villainess before she had changed it, “Ahem, don’t go.

I rember Sanya just got beaten and is probably having a hard ti even getting out of bed.”

Zhou Xuehan pursed her lips and stealthily touched her coin purse, where there was half a piece of cake, “Mother, I’ll just go and co back really quick.”

With that, she ran out, and Zhulan couldn’t stop her even if she had tried.

So this was the start of the plot.

After Sanya was beaten, Wang Ru transmigrated, inherited Sanya’s mories, t Xuehan and thought Xuehan was showing off, taking it to heart.

She even ate the corn cake Xuehan gave her with a sense of entitlent, harboring resentnt while accepting help from Xuehan.

Zhulan was speechless.

If Wang Ru had been strong and kept her distance from Xuehan, she could have respected her.

But to take advantage while harboring resentnt, not giving credit where it’s due, that’s just plain wrong.

Especially after realizing that Xuehan was the protagonist, she shalessly competed with Xuehan for opportunities.

All the while consoling herself that Xuehan owed Sanya.

Zhulan didn’t understand at all what a seven-year-old child could owe.

In any case, just to avoid being portrayed negatively, the protagonist slung all the bla on Xuehan, distorting moral values.

Upon reflection, it seed Wang Ru’s mories, received from Sanya, were biased.

Xuehan was an object of jealousy in the village, let alone in Sanya’s family, which was severely patriarchal.

Sanya surely felt envious, and who knows, perhaps she had been harboring hatred early on.

Zhulan had a headache for not being able to stop her.

Her daughter had gone and made an impression, probably already maximizing the hate ter.

There was a loud clang that startled Zhulan.

She dashed into the main room where the original body’s husband, Zhou Shuren, had fallen to the ground, moaning in pain.

Zhulan quickly helped him up, and upon touching his forehead, she found it was burning hot.

He was running a high fever, which was alarming because typhoid could be deadly in ancient tis.