[Forward] Better to be a mistress than marry a poor man (Full text整理)

A post from Tianya. Due to the original post being messy and hard to read, I found a reorganized version online (the rough system is mine). Now I will repost the entire text. There are quite a lot of words, but it's still quite shocking after reading...

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I know that upon seeing this title, you guys will definitely scold me. But please, those who have the energy to scold me, carefully read the content below before considering whether I deserve to be scolded.

I was born in a very remote rural village in the north. Many people might say there's nothing wrong with the countryside, but that's because you haven't seen the real countryside! Because there were no roads, the village was about twenty kilometers away from the nearest bus station, and people used to walk in and out of the village. Later on, they relied on bicycles. The streets in the village were also bumpy dirt roads. On sunny days, the wind would blow and cover you in dust, and on rainy days, stepping out would cover you in mud. And the mud was filled with cow dung, horse dung, donkey dung, pig dung, sheep dung, and chicken and duck droppings everywhere, because animals weren't kept in pens there. They were driven to defecate on the streets to avoid dirtying their own courtyards. The villagers hardly ever ate fresh vegetables all year round because the land there only produced radishes and Chinese cabbage, and of course sweet potatoes, if sweet potatoes can be considered vegetables. So they could only eat pickled radishes and pickled cabbage. Don't ask me why they didn't stir-fry them, everyone knows stir-fried is better than pickled, but they rarely stir-fried dishes for fear of wasting oil, unless it was during the New Year or when relatives came over. It wasn't until I went to university that I ate the first fried dough stick of my life in the cafeteria. As for medical care, forget about it. Like my grandfather, when he got sick, he could only wait to die because there was no money for treatment. Later, when he was finally taken to the hospital, the doctor wouldn't provide medicine due to a shortage of two yuan for the medical fees, and that was at a state-owned health clinic. Even though our whole family knelt down in front of the doctor, it was useless, and we could only watch as my grandfather died in the hospital. Don't tell me that the countryside is developing. At least until now, nearly thirty years later, I haven't seen any changes in the village where I was born. I don't know if I'll see any changes in my lifetime.