Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 942 - 279: [All Evils] (7600)_2

Then, a series of images writhed in the dark mist, unfurling...

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A little girl, at a young age, her parents already saw her as a burden.

She grew up along with her aged grandmother — a difficult upbringing.

Granny was uneducated, never went to school, and even her ideas were somewhat old-fashioned and ignorant.

But she gave the little girl a bowl of rice, a bed, a home.

Granny even had some outdated notions preferring boys over girls, so occasionally while doing housework, seeing the little girl tottering along to help carry the firewood, would mumble to herself.

"What a pity, what a pity she’s not a boy. It would’ve been better if she was a boy."

"Pity she’s a girl. If she were a boy, maybe your parents would want you."

"Ah, girls, they always end up belonging to someone else’s family in the future."

Whenever Granny said these things, the little girl would just listen, lightly smile, lower her head, and go about doing something else.

Because she knew that Granny actually was really good to her.

Even though she said those things, when cooking porridge, the old lady would still habitually scoop the driest scoop from the bottom of the pot into the little girl’s bowl.

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A fifty-something-year-old granny, a little girl a few years old, with land that couldn’t be farmed, so they leased it out to someone else in the village for a little rent.

The old lady would get sick, and the little girl would start the fire and cook on her own. Wearing tattered shoes, she would run to the health clinic to ask the rural doctor to come and have a look.

She would go to the field to dig out water bamboo, peel off the skins, and feed it to Granny’s mouth, her crescent-shaped eyes smiling: "Granny, take a bite, it’s tender and sweet."

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At seven years old, when the children of the same age from the village went to the town’s elementary school, the girl went home and asked Granny why she hadn’t gone to school.

Granny, who had earlier always lamented "pity you’re just a girl," stumbled to the village committee and argued with the village chief for a whole day, just to demand a "right to education" for the girl in their family.

She didn’t understand the household registration system, didn’t understand culture, she only knew about the "right to education."

She went to the school, pleaded with the principal, even brought some homemade cured meats to beg him to accept the girl from their family.

The principal didn’t accept the old lady’s offerings and pointed out the issues with the household registration.

Thus began Granny’s difficult journey in seeking education for the girl.

An old lady who didn’t understand culture, couldn’t even read.

She ran around for more than a year, throughout the village, the town, the county, and everywhere.

She called to severely scold her daughter, called to scold the man who had once held a wedding banquet with her daughter.

She scolded, then begged, pleading for the two to take care of the child.

Finally, she obtained the documents proving the two were parents, and even got a birth certificate from the hospital.

Finally, before the girl was nine, her household registration was settled. The nine-year-old girl started first grade.

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The girl was beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the whole village.

At fourteen, there were already many boys from nearby who lingered around her home.

Some even approached the girl, speaking words she couldn’t understand.

At sixteen, matchmakers started coming to the door.

The Tian Family from the east village, the Zhao Family from the west creek, and the Li Two-head Family from their own village all said they wanted to propose marriage.

Everything reminded the old lady of her own daughter.

Her daughter, too, had been beautiful, and her marriage was arranged early.

She looked at the girl who was becoming more beautiful and graceful, her eyes full of the image of her own daughter back then.

"No way, the child’s not of age, the government has laws against marrying so young!"

The old lady told the matchmakers who came to the door, firmly and decisively.

The same mistake couldn’t be made twice!

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She couldn’t continue with her studies.

The girl didn’t have the mind for school - perhaps starting school at nine, and by then her heart had already roamed wild in the countryside.

Sitting in the classroom, what the teacher said seemed like a Celestial Book.

Instead, she constantly thought about the water bamboos in the fields, the red peppers in the backyard, the green tangerine trees at the foot of the hill, the little fish in the pond...

By the time she graduated from elementary school, she was already fifteen years old.

She met a peer from the same village on the town street.

The other one was helping make pan-fried dumplings with their parents in town, already making money.

Yeah, making money.

With money, she could buy Granny new clothes, buy her cigarettes in a cardboard box.

In the first year of secondary school, the girl secretly snuck out of school to work in a workshop in town.

She could cut tobacco leaves, cut very finely, with a good technique.

The cut tobacco, she would roll into cigarettes.

Then ride a bike to the county town to sell in the karaoke halls.

Every day, she could earn thirty yuan.

But people at school were saying she was hanging out with delinquents outside. Some even said they saw her at the karaoke hall in the county.

She was up to no good!

Until one day, a boy at school who had once shown interest in her, came up and asked her in a very unpleasant tone.

"How much for you to accompany me to the karaoke hall at night?"

The girl slapped him.

She knew she had to leave school. She couldn’t stay in this school any longer.

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A sixteen-year-old girl left her hometown, left the village, left Granny.

She had arranged to go work in the city with a peer from the neighboring village.

Before leaving, Granny looked very calm, didn’t cry, just looked at the girl and sighed softly.

"Go, go, you have to leave eventually..."

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At seventeen, the girl was in a shared apartment at the factory, five or six working girls sleeping in one room, she wrapped herself in a quilt, covering her head, silently crying.

At dawn, she wiped her tears, wrote a letter neatly, bought a cell phone, and had someone take it back to the countryside to give to Granny.