She Only Cares About Cultivation

She couldn’t care less what people said about her behind her back, but today this family disgusted her so much it ruined her mood, so she simply decided to skip class.

Still, she kept this matter in mind and felt that the Liu Family had gone way too far!

Caihua had also said that the three nieces weren’t living well, so how could she make this family treat them better?

An Yi suddenly gave a strange, eerie smile—she’d thought of a way.

That very night, the red-dressed Female Ghost appeared again. This time, she wore a ferocious smoky makeup look, hair hanging loose, and went first to scare that mother and son. Watching them scramble and crawl, falling to their knees and kowtowing before her, she let out a cold, sinister cackle.

"Want to marry a wife and have a son? That’s never happening in this lifetime. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try. And I’ll be watching you all the time—if you dare treat my daughters badly, I’ll quietly take you away when you least expect it."

Scaring that one household wasn’t enough; she also went to Caihua’s maiden family, to the other branches of the Liu Family, bluffing and threatening them into supervising this lot. Whoever dared treat her three daughters badly, she would curse them from below; anyone who wanted to test whether her words were true was welcome to try.

An Yi didn’t think just this was enough to fool them, so before leaving, she dosed the food in several of their households, then had Caihua call the three daughters over to their place for three days of meals. Three days later, when everyone else started vomiting and having diarrhea, suffering over and over, they believed it—believed the threat from that red-dressed Female Ghost that night.

Not only did they hurry to bring the three daughters home, they also didn’t dare boss them around anymore.

For safety’s sake, An Yi sought out that old crone alone and threatened her.

"If anything happens to my daughters, I’ll send your whole family down to be buried with them. Remember what I said—I’ll be watching you every moment!"

This time, the old woman was so frightened she fainted on the spot.

Before leaving, An Yi went into Liu Fugui’s room, scared him awake, and performed a little operation on him right in front of his eyes, temporarily blocking a certain passage.

"For the time being, you won’t be able to have kids in this lifetime. Don’t believe me? Go to the hospital tomorrow and get checked. If one day some woman gives you a son, trust me—that’s your cuckold’s hat. Heh heh heh~~~ Once you start behaving, raise my daughters well, and I’m satisfied, I’ll naturally give you a chance. If you treat them badly, ending your bloodline will be your fate!"

If you want to know how terrifying a woman’s desire for revenge can be, the Liu Family is a perfect example. Because of An Yi’s revenge, the entire Liu Family was dead silent all winter long.

Not only were they on edge at home, but all their brothers and sisters from the clan would drop by from time to time to check in and keep an eye on them. As soon as they noticed the three daughters weren’t being treated well, they took it very seriously; if they had something tasty, they’d even call the three girls over to eat. In the early Fifties, that was no small thing.

Seeing she’d achieved the effect she wanted, and with Caihua and the others feeling this proved the old saying that the Sky’s justice is clear and retribution never misses, An Yi was satisfied.

As long as the nieces lived well, their mother could die with her eyes closed in peace.

The winter was far too long, and she seldom went out; if not for Little Anran’s company, it really would have been unbearably boring.

Watching this little one coo and babble at you every day, meeting your gaze and smiling at you, made her feel like her heart was melting.

Little Anran had thick eyebrows and big eyes, incredibly cute and very smart. She could understand An Yi’s instructions and would follow her gaze around; basically, when she lay on the heated kang, as soon as An Yi got off the kang, her eyes would follow her everywhere.

When she was hungry, she’d wave her arms and kick her little legs, waiting for her NN, making the three adults laugh out loud every day. Without a doubt, she had to be the happiest child in the world; though her birth was a tragedy, meeting three adoptive mothers who loved her turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

In a blink it was Xiao Nian. After the founding of the New China, ordinary people slowly began to feel the flavor of the year; before that, they had lived every day on edge.

The three sisters An Yi, Caihua, and the other one wrapped dumplings with pickled cabbage and pork filling, and sailfish and chives filling. The former they made together; the latter she secretly made herself. Once they were wrapped, she put them outside to freeze, then stored them directly in the space; whenever they wanted to eat, they’d cook up a bowl—pure bliss.

In the Northeast, it’s cold outside, so everyone puts the finished dumplings on a board, sets them outside to freeze hard, then packs them into containers or cloth bags and hangs them right under the eaves. When they want to eat, they just take them down.

Besides dumplings, there were big steamed buns with pork, glass noodles, and radish filling, and sticky bean buns with red bean paste—these were all essentials for the New Year.