Chapter 1958: The ancient little widow in the rebirth text 7

Chapter 1958: The ancient little widow in the rebirth text 7

Father Zhou was snatched from his cigarette bag and pot, his chest swayed up and down with anger, and he opened his mouth and said: "Teach your elders, where is there a place for a girl to talk, it's really the opposite. I have to ask your uncle and uncle to teach you a good lesson. This wild girl is no big or small."

These words frightened the Song family. His uncle and uncle were violent, and they beat their daughter-in-law and children at home.

If Anle fell into their hands, how could they be better off? She begged for mercy.

Shu Ange snorted, she was very grateful for the strength that came from nowhere, so that she could have no fear: "Come here, our mother and son depend on each other, and we will never be challenged by you again in the future!"

When Xiao Wang saw that the second son's family was arguing with his father-in-law and his mother-in-law, he suddenly stopped being annoyed, and his eyes rolled around and he made a bad move: "Father, mother, I think the second sister-in-law and niece have great opinions on us. Poor After the second brother left, it hurts to take Anle as my own girl, and now I only end up like this."

"Raise an inhuman beast, who can feel at ease."

"If you want me to say, it's not good for the girl's family to be beaten. It's better to deduct this season's food and let this little girl suffer a little bit, and she will feel good about her temperament."

Father Zhou was in a fit of anger, and he said yes without even thinking about it.

Mrs Song panicked and cried and said, "Father, mother, what happened to An Le in He's house, I can't imagine how her temperament has changed a lot. When she figured it out, I'll take her to apologize to Er Lao. This food cannot be deducted. The family has run out of rice to cook, and our mother and daughter will starve to death if the food is not delivered."

Since Tuesday Zhu left, the land shared by the Song family has also been divided by the uncle and uncle. She has to do as much farm work as she normally does, and she has to weave and embroider to support her family.

But every year when it is time to divide the food, the uncle and father-in-law always have to delay and delay. On the pretext that the two women could not eat much, they deducted some of the already meager food.

Song's skin is thin, and every time he goes to ask for food without food at home, he will always be ridiculed by the two sisters-in-law.

But for the sake of comfort, she could only bite the bullet. This time, Mrs. Song went to ask for the spring food several times, and it was already a month or two late. Father Zhou and the others just gave her a scoop or two every time.

If it weren't for Song's usual skill in embroidering to subsidize some households, I'm afraid he would have starved to death long ago. Now that the daughter is back, and there is no food at home, it is really difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

The daughter is just at the age of growing up, so it's okay for Song to starve twice, but let her daughter go hungry, how can she endure it.

She begged bitterly, expecting her in-laws to be merciful and give them some food.

The poor plan the rich and long the conscience, Xiao Wang likes to be **** Song the most. Seeing her pitiful appearance, she is happy from the bottom of her heart.

The Zhou family was already poor, and the little Wang family could not wait to grab all the food in her hands. How could she let go of the opportunity to deduct the Song family's rations justifiably.

"Second sister-in-law, don't blame your parents for being cruel. Your family's Anle is too outrageous. If the rumor of insulting her elders and beating up her grandmother and aunt spreads out, she will be drowned by spittle Xingzi. It's just two meals of starvation, let the girl Long memory, don't spoil your child too much as a mother."

Father Zhou and Mrs Wang agreed and nodded in agreement.

Song clenched Shu Ange's hand tightly and begged: "Anle is the only root of Erzhu, she suffered so much in He's house and was kicked out again. How could she be hungry when her body was about to take supplements? last few days."

Shu Ange really couldn't stand the two of them showing off their power and majesty, and Xiao Wang's appearance was like a fox and a tiger. She held Song's hand with her backhand, and said stubbornly, "Mother, don't ask them, let's find a way to get it by ourselves!"

Originally, Father Zhou and his wife, who had been prickling their noses and eyes at their granddaughter, spat in anger and said, "Little Pizi who doesn't repent, go, let's go, there are times when their mother and daughter cry."

The three of them walked away, Song Shi's body suddenly softened, and the rice vat, noodle vat, and the bottom of the pot were all empty. It was a problem how to start the fire today.

She was reluctant to scold Anle. After all, it was clear today that the father-in-law and the sister-in-law were pressing hard, deliberately embarrassing them.

Song Shi felt aggrieved, let go of her daughter's hand, leaned against the wall and whimpered, "Er Zhu, you cruel short-lived ghost, why didn't you take me away, leave me alone? Let us orphans and widows, how are we living these days. Heartless, woohoo.”

Shu Ange had a headache when he saw this scene. The Song family was fine everywhere, but he liked to cry too much.

Every time I cry, it's like a summer rainstorm or a flash flood.

What's the use of crying, if you should be bullied, you will still be bullied. Only by self-improvement can you live a good life.

But this simple truth, Shu Ange couldn't tell Song Shi, she was just a village woman without her husband, it was rare to be able to pull her daughter to grow up with one hand without remarrying.

An uneducated country woman, who can criticize her more?

Not to mention the feudal era, even in the Republic of China, in modern times, there are still a few women who can overcome this.

When Song was sobbing and crying, Shu Ange hugged Song and apologized: "Mother, it's all my fault today, I shouldn't fight hard. But don't worry, mother, I will definitely find a way to exchange it for my family. food."

Afraid that these are not enough to comfort Song, Shu Ange continued: "It is said that father and son are connected, I always feel that Daddy is not dead, maybe one day he will return home."

Song Shi is also a person who is soft on the outside and firm on the inside, otherwise it would be difficult to make a living under the cunning in-laws and not take the road of hanging beams.

She wiped away her tears, snorted and said, "I've knitted some cloth these days, you wait at home, I'll go to Dongtouwang's daughter-in-law's house to exchange some food. As for your father, mother is also looking forward to him. Okay, but..."

When it comes to her husband, Song shi was unavoidably uncomfortable, and quickly turned her attention to other places.

She said that when she went to change the food, she had no confidence in her heart, and daughter-in-law Wang was not a kindhearted woman.

She is the only one in the village who can talk to the rich household in the town, Buzhuang. These big girls and little daughters-in-law who weave and do embroidery have to please her.

It is common for daily wages to be deducted, and the food that is exchanged is also short. Despite this, no one dared to offend Wang's daughter-in-law.

Shu Ange was afraid that the Song family would suffer, and said with concern, "I'll go with my mother, so that I can carry the cloth for you."

Recently, Anle's temper has become more rigid than before, and Song Shi was afraid that something would happen to her when she went to Wang's daughter-in-law's house, and waved her hands again and again and said, "Mom, just go. ."

Shu Ange couldn't beat the Song family, so she could only watch her leave home with the cloth in her arms.

She herself picked up the axe, dragged the wood out of the house, and then devoted herself to chopping wood.

The advantage of having great strength is that when Shu Ange was chopping wood, he felt like he was chopping tofu, and he could cleave as much as he wanted. She had a lot of fun, and chopped the firewood as neatly as potato chips.