My parents, brother, and fiancé all firmly believed that environment and character were unrelated. So they sent me and the fake heiress into the newly developed time machine together. To let us experience each other's lives. If the fake heiress could be equally outstanding in a harsh environment, they would completely abandon me. I also wondered how the pampered rich girl would react if one day she couldn't even get enough to eat. 1 After sitting in the time machine, the host put a helmet on me. Sitting opposite me, the fake heiress, Sarah Song, raised her eyebrows at me triumphantly. The classic "switched at birth" plot of wealthy family dramas was playing out on the two of us. Unfortunately, I was the real heiress taken away by the nanny. While I was being beaten by my adoptive parents, Sarah was wearing exquisite dresses, preparing to study abroad at an international school. While I was collecting scraps alone because I couldn't afford tuition, Sarah was spending money like water at her birthday party. Until one day, the school organized a large-scale physical examination and found that Sarah's blood type didn't match anyone in the family. Only then did they realize a huge mix-up had occurred. But when my parents found me after much effort and saw me dragging a garbage bag covered in dust, they regretted it. They took me home and casually placed me in a servant's room, with no intention of driving Sarah away. I asked in confusion: "Why is she still here?" Sarah's eyes turned red instantly, and she said: "If sister doesn't like me, I can leave. I know this family can't tolerate me." As soon as these words came out, the whole family was in chaos. My so-called biological parents and brother all surrounded Sarah to comfort her, even glaring at me reproachfully. I knew deeply that if I didn't make things clear here, there might never be a chance later. So I said calmly: "Do I need to remind you? I wasn't switched by mistake, but deliberately exchanged. The dozen years of life she enjoyed originally belonged to me. By keeping her, are you trying to tell everyone that they can change their fate against heaven using this method in the future?" My handsome brother threw his chopsticks and glared at me fiercely, saying: "I've been siblings with Sarah for so many years. I don't care about bullshit blood ties or mix-ups. I only recognize her as my sister. If anyone should get lost, it's you!" Looking at this neurotic family, I shook my head, planning to leave and live a wandering life again. But I was stopped by my father. He said seriously: "Stop arguing. Isn't it just about who stays and who goes? Our Song family can't tolerate people with bad character. It just so happens that the company has developed a time machine. Whoever performs perfectly in the other person's life, I will keep that person." As soon as he spoke, neither Sarah nor I refuted, nodding one after another. But only I knew that this competition seemed fair, but was biased towards Sarah everywhere. After all, she had received good education for so many years, while I had to step into high society with the identity of a rural person. Unfortunately, they were all wrong. The life of ordinary rural people might indeed be simple, but my adoptive parents' home was not. I'd like to know what Sarah would do when the tuition fees saved from selling scraps were robbed. Soon, the day of the experiment arrived. The first test of the new product of the Song family's company, and the test subjects happened to be the real and fake heiresses. My biological father naturally wouldn't let go of such a big selling point. Cameras were placed in front of us. As the current surged in the helmets, the live broadcast also began. 2 The first one to have her consciousness extracted was Sarah. The big screen plunged into darkness. I knew that was Sarah's consciousness being transferred into my past memories. At this time, the host also took the opportunity to ask my biological mother: "Mrs. Song, who do you think will win this test?" My biological mother raised her chin high, full of pride, but still pretended to be reserved and said: "Although Sarah is not my biological daughter, I believe in her character. Even in the harshest environment, she will become the most outstanding person." Although she didn't take sides directly, the bias in her words was obvious at a glance. My biological father, brother, and fiancé beside her also nodded one after another. But my heart didn't fluctuate at all. Having experienced hardships for so many years, I was used to it. Just not getting the love of relatives was nothing to me. Comments flashed across the screen on the live broadcast. I turned my head to look, and there were patches of praise for Sarah: "Our Miss Sarah is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Just a backward village, piece of cake!" "Exactly, what's the difference between this and a max-level boss refreshing in Novice Village?" But I shook my head. They underestimated my adoptive mother's means of torture too much. Just then, Sarah's consciousness finally connected successfully. The big screen shockingly displayed a dilapidated small house. Filthy wooden tables and patched quilts, even the color tone was gray, as if there was no way out at a glance. And Sarah, looking only five or six years old, stood blankly in the middle of the room. Seemingly not understanding where she was yet. But before she could adapt, a broom hit her hard on the body. The young girl was beaten to the ground. And the owner of the broom, a fierce-looking woman, scolded angrily: "Damn girl, asked you to cut hogweed and you stood there for ages without moving. Want to get beaten again?" After saying that, the broom hit Sarah hard again, eliciting distressed sighs from the audience and my biological parents: "Does the real heiress live in such an environment? This woman is really not a thing, hitting such a small child." "Exactly, I think poor mountains and evil waters produce unruly people. No wonder the real heiress is so unlikeable." "But our Sarah is definitely different. She will definitely remain untainted out of the mud!" Hearing these words, I just smiled faintly and didn't make a sound. After suffering pain, Sarah quickly got up from the ground and rushed to the back mountain with a basket bigger than herself to pull grass. Unfortunately, she still retained the habits of being a young lady before the swap. A pair of hands for playing piano were fine and tender. Before pulling a few stalks, several big blisters were worn out. Busy until dark, she failed to fill that basket. She could only return to the dilapidated house dejectedly. My adoptive mother glanced at the basket which was only half full, and was immediately furious: "How come you only picked this little? If you dare to be lazy again tomorrow, I'll skin you alive!" After saying that, she threw a dirty small bowl in front of Sarah and said grumpily: "Eat, you wastrel." Sarah looked embarrassed. Her good upbringing in her bones made her unable to help but despise this dirty bowl. But tired for a day, she had to hold the bowl and chopsticks and chew in small bites. Until the last grain of rice was eaten clean, she still hadn't filled her stomach. So she looked up cautiously at the woman: "I'm not full yet." But what she got in return was a hard slap from my adoptive mother: "Eat, eat, eat, only know how to eat. Didn't do much work but have a big appetite. Get out!" My adoptive mother's behavior had long attracted curses from people offstage. But I smiled. Can't stand this already? But such a life will last for more than ten years. 3 Looking at the smile on my lips, my brother, known as a business elite, stared at me with resentful eyes and said: "Do you have any conscience? Your sister was beaten like that, and you can still laugh?" Hearing my brother's words, the audience offstage nodded one after another, showing expressions of agreement. As if I were in cahoots with my adoptive mother, they applied their hatred to me. I just shrugged helplessly and said: "But logically speaking, I also lived the exact same life she is experiencing now. Where does the mockery come from?" "Besides, my adoptive mother is Sarah's biological mother, right? This should have been the life belonging to her." Hearing my words, my brother choked and was speechless. Just preparing to refute me, but his attention was quickly attracted by Sarah on the screen. There were many things to do in my adoptive mother's house. Herding cattle, cutting grass, cleaning, harvesting rice. But what she learned in her own life was music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. How could she do these rough jobs? Almost every day she couldn't complete the tasks assigned by my adoptive mother and was beaten running around the room. And the audience who originally praised Sarah for her elegance couldn't laugh anymore. They could only smooth things over for themselves: "In this environment, it's inevitable not to maintain grace. At least we keep ourselves clean!" But soon, they were slapped in the face. Sarah, who couldn't get enough to eat and had to do high-intensity work every day, couldn't take it at all. After discovering that my adoptive mother was secretly eating big chicken legs, she finally couldn't help it. She sneaked into the kitchen under the cover of night and stole a chicken leg. Her eating manner could almost be described as wolfing down. And her end was naturally being beaten half to death by the discovered adoptive mother. The cane whipped on her body, leaving ugly scars that couldn't be removed for a lifetime. The people who just said Sarah would keep herself clean suddenly fell silent. Rubbing their hands somewhat awkwardly. One day, my adoptive mother asked Sarah to make a fire and cook as usual. And Sarah stuffed a large handful of dry wood. But couldn't ignite the flame in the stove no matter what. Worried about getting beaten, she added coal anxiously. And I said calmly: "She shouldn't do that." Hearing this, my fiancé immediately showed a dissatisfied expression: "I say that's enough from you. You just sincerely want to see Sarah get beaten, right? If she doesn't make a fire quickly, that crazy woman will punch and kick her again." But I just shook my head and didn't speak. Until my adoptive mother walked into the room, Sarah still hadn't made the fire properly. My adoptive mother just took a look and kicked her again, saying: "Stupid thing, only know how to waste. Can't even do a small thing like making a fire well!" Only then did I explain: "Before making a fire, you must use lit paper as a primer, otherwise you can't start the fire. It's just wasting coal." The host immediately showed an appreciative expression. This indeed counts as knowledge only known by rural elderly people. But he didn't expect that I had such rich life experience. Suddenly, the malicious eyes originally directed at me decreased a lot. But I didn't care, still staring dead at Sarah on the screen. Soon, came the first important turning point, the first day I went to school. My biological parents snorted coldly: "Our Sarah is material for studying. Originally destined not to serve people. Once she goes to school, everything will be fine." But Sarah on the screen waited from day to dark, but never waited for the notification from the village committee. She couldn't help finding my adoptive mother and asking: "Mom, why can't I go to school like those kids?" My adoptive mother immediately threw Sarah off fiercely, saying: "What school? It's all a waste of money. Not allowed to go!" 4 No one expected such a change to happen, looking at me one after another. But only I felt no surprise at all. After all, a person like my adoptive mother thought even giving me a bite to eat was a waste, naturally impossible to pay for my schooling. My brother immediately frowned and questioned me: "Didn't you go to school back then? Why can't Sarah? What means did you use?" I really didn't like his righteous questioning tone. As if I owed their family ten million. So I rolled my eyes and said angrily: "How can it be so easy for rural girls to study? If you don't fight for it yourself, do you still expect someone to help you?" And Sarah, who grew up in a honey pot, certainly didn't have this awareness. She took it for granted that at a certain age, her family would arrange everything for her. I continued: "When I went out to work harvesting wheat back then, I helped the village committee cadres' families harvest several times by the way. That's why they helped me tell my mom that studying would make more money for the family." And precisely because of this, I had the opportunity to go to school. As soon as these words came out, there were immediately voices of agreement in the audience offstage: "She's right. I'm also from the countryside, but my family is related to the village committee. Originally my mom didn't let me go to school, but finally agreed." Sarah, without any preparation, naturally could only continue to suffer in that hellish home. Until the government issued a notice that school-age children must receive compulsory education, otherwise they would be fined. My adoptive mother then reluctantly took Sarah to report. But didn't be responsible for any of her tuition fees. Like uniform fees, book fees. Sarah could only carry a basket to the back mountain to pick herbs every day and take them to the town to sell for money. And the school was far from home. Sarah had to travel several hours in advance. Even worn out several pairs of shoes, but had no money to buy new ones. Thought going to school would have the opportunity to change fate against heaven. But Sarah, who worked continuously in studying, traveling, and working every day, didn't even have enough rest time. Often fell asleep in class. Even completely couldn't understand what the teacher said. After a semester, her grades were firmly at the bottom of the class. Plus her tattered outfit. Almost no one was willing to be friends with her. She gradually felt despair. And just then, the audience offstage began to speak for Sarah again: "It's good enough not to go crazy living in this environment. Why care so much about grades? Our Sarah is just an ordinary person!" My biological parents also nodded at this time and said: "Yeah, our Sarah has received business circle education since childhood. It's understandable that her grades are not very good." But the host seemed to deliberately go against them, saying: "That being said, our real heiress got good grades in this environment." After saying that, several bright certificates of merit were presented on the big screen. Slapping their faces hard.
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