Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Chapter 203 - 203 Lin Zhiqing’s Past (1)

203 Lin Zhiqing’s Past (1)

Lin Zhiqing frowned and fell asleep. In his dream, he had returned to the memories of his youth that he had not thought about for many years.

That day, when the news of his father’s high school came, the officials of the county rode on horses and beat gongs and drums to his house to report the good news. His mother was overjoyed and wanted to go to his grandfather’s house to report the good news, but she never came back after that.

He remembered that it was a rainy night with heavy rain. The rain kept falling, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. He was so afraid that he had been waiting at home for his mother to come back, but he did not expect that when the rain stopped, his mother also did not come back.

When the sky gradually brightened up. His father, who had returned from high school, pushed open the old wooden door that creaked whenever he touched it in the mist. His face was gloomy as he wanted to take him away.

He refused to leave and said that he wanted to wait for his mother. Unexpectedly, when his father heard his about his mother, he jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on. He slapped him angrily and warned him not to mention his mother again.

He refused and cried to look for his mother. His father did not like him to begin with, so why should he go with his father? He wanted to look for his mother.

His father beat him until he bled. Seeing that he still did not listen, he took him to his grandfather’s village. At that time, the entire village seemed to have been burned halfway before it was extinguished by the heavy rain, leaving only the pitch-black remains of the house. The entire village was filled with the smell of barbecued meat, which made him nauseous.

He knew that this was the smell of the burnt villagers. He cried to find his mother, grandfather, and grandmother, but was forcibly taken away by his father.

His father took him to a prosperous city. In the city, his father married the daughter of a high official and locked him in the woodshed. He was not allowed to call him father, but only Master. If he did not agree, he would never take him back to pay respects to his mother.

He agreed. In the first year, he had been living in the servant’s room. Because he was young, he was bullied by other servants and did the most tiring work in the mansion. His father never came to see him again.

Later, his identity was not only known by the daughter of the high-ranking official that his father married. She took him out of the servant’s room and whipped him every day. She beat him until he was covered in wounds, in order to win the favor of the daughter of the high official, his father never spoke up for him. He even beat him together with that vicious woman and called him a bastard.

During those years, his food and lodging were worse than pigs and dogs. He was dragged out and beaten every day. He stayed only so that he could return to his hometown one day.

However, later on, he still could not endure until he grew up. It was a day of heavy snow. The weather was cold. He was wearing thin clothes and was dragged out and beaten by that woman. That woman was pregnant, it was when he was in a bad mood that she showed no mercy.

That day, he felt that time had passed exceptionally fast. Blood flowed out of his thin body and flowed all over the ground. In his hazy consciousness, he heard the woman’s disgusted voice, “Bad luck! Throw this bastard away.”

The servants in the manor had always followed the woman’s orders and were her lackeys. Naturally, they listened to her and dragged him out like a dead pig.

They threw him into the snowy alley and the heavy snow covered him. At the end of his consciousness, he thought that he was going to die.

He still felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have burned down this man-eating manor and burned that heartless father and that vicious woman to death.

He did not expect that when he woke up again, he would be in a magnificent house. It was a wealthy merchant who had saved him.