Yuanchun let out a dry laugh and rolled her eyes at them. "Fine. If you don't want to pick through trash, then go hungry. Hmph, as if I don't want to be clean, sleep in, or wear new clothes. If it weren't for the sake of your stomachs, do you think I’d choose to be the laughingstock of the neighborhood? But fine—from now on, I’ll learn to be selfish just like the rest of you. No more trash picking for me. I’ll be clean, and I won't let anyone laugh at me anymore."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Mother Zhong. "Mom, I’m a grown woman now. I don’t want to be ridiculed as a 'little trash picker.' I’m not doing it anymore."
"And Mom, stop selling our rationed food. We have rations for six people—it’s enough to go around. It’s only because you sell half of it every month that we’re always starving. Look at us siblings; look how famished we are. Mom, are you really the loving mother you claim to be?"
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