Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

But after the incident with the twins.

All the villages in the surrounding areas knew that a woman had become a concubine in Jiangjia Village.

Among the women in the village who got married during those years, those with other surnames had it better, but none of the girls with the surname Jiang had a good marriage.

After all, being able to be a concubine means that the women in this clan have bad character. Who would dare to marry them?

Zhang Jinlan hated it.

She hates it so much!

So when she heard Wang Taohua mention this, she got so angry that she started cursing.

"That's right. If Sanzhuzi and his family dare to come back, the villagers will spit at them. Selling them as maids is better than being concubines. Sign a contract and work for the master until you are 25 years old. You can find a good family to marry. Isn't it better than being a concubine? For a hundred taels of silver, you give up your reputation and clan. Is it worth it? Sister-in-law, just wait and see. Sanzhuzi and his family will get their retribution sooner or later."

Wang Taohua and Zhang Jinlan had a great time together.

Naturally, I know what's on her mind.

So she echoed Zhang Jinlan's words and cursed Sanzhuzi together.

"What are you talking about here, old woman? Aren't you going to farm anymore? What are you going to eat and drink in the future? Are you going to starve? Still talking! Come here quickly, the seeds are waiting to be planted. If you keep talking, it will be dark!"

Jiang Shengzi, who was hoeing the ground, saw his wife Wang Taohua chatting with someone for a long time and not going back to work.

He was so angry that he threw the hoe in his hand into the ground and cursed.

"Oh, how could I forget about this? I have to plant some seeds. Sister-in-law, let's talk about this another day when we get to your house. I have to get to work. Zhao'er, let's go quickly. Your father is angry."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law knew they were in the wrong and didn't dare to continue the conversation.

Walked away quickly.

And the topic of twins, boy and girl, ended there.

They just thought Jiang Fubao was a child and was just joking.

I wouldn't take it to heart.

Jiang Fubao shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

She sat back down in her little chair.

Anyway, in more than six months, the mystery will be solved.

Jiang Fubao raised his eyelids and looked around.

There was a man and a woman standing on each field.

They bent over and worked seriously, the men holding hoes and the women carrying bamboo baskets.

The basket contains brown rice seeds.

It seems that working together gives one extra strength.

My two older brothers also followed my mother and helped plant the seeds.

The weeds in the fields were cleared as early as the beginning of spring plowing.

So, at a glance.

The dark brown mud ground looked somewhat clean.

Even if farmyard manure was applied on the soil, it would have been absorbed by the soil long ago.

Only occasionally can you smell a faint odor at the tip of your nose.

Barely bearable.

People here never use paper for defecation or peeing, paper is a precious thing, not to mention sanitary napkins. Women use menstrual belts during their menstruation, which are made of old linen. They wash them when they get dirty, dry them in the sun, and use them again after they are dry.

Infinite loop.

Most women prepare three pairs of underwear for changing.

Avoid the situation where the previous piece of clothing is not yet dry when you need to change it.

And the conditions are worse.

They would even pad their underwear with dry straw.

The menstrual blood soaked the straw and trapped under her crotch. You can imagine how it smelled.

Moreover, straw is too dirty, and many poor women have developed gynecological diseases because of it, suffering from unbearable pain and itching, but no one dares to speak out.

Not to mention going to the clinic for treatment.

There are no female doctors in this world.

Even if there are any, they are raised privately by the big families at their own expense.

It will never be the turn of the farmers to enjoy it.

Therefore, poor women who suffer from gynecological diseases can only endure it every day.

Suffered too much.

Jiang Fubao shuddered violently.

Fortunately, she stockpiled a lot of sanitary napkins in the space.

There is also an automatic replenishment function, so you can never use it up in your lifetime.

Thank God!

Jiang Fubao feels cold when talking about menstrual belts. This thing is okay to use in winter as it can keep you warm, but in summer, the heat is oppressive and the menstrual belt mixed with sweat after a day of use will become a bacterial culture dish.

When she grows up, she will take out the sanitary napkins and give them to the family members to use.

She lied that she bought it from a merchant from another place.

Forget it now.

He is only three years old and can't do anything.

Just as Jiang Fubao was daydreaming, a number of villagers slowly walked out of the village on the ridge of the field.

They carried hoes and bamboo baskets and crossed the wooden bridge to go to their own fields.

One of them looked very familiar.

Jiang Fubao took a few looks at her before realizing that she was Jiang Yuting, the woman who had caused the original owner to fall into the water.

The third granddaughter of Patriarch Jiang.

Nickname: Sanniu.

Jiang Sanniu was thin, with dry and yellow hair and a dark face. She was wearing a linen suit with at least twenty patches on it.

Some patches are applied on top of old patches.

The clothes are so torn that they can't be torn any more.

Her face is not as round and chubby as Jiang Fubao's.

Like skin covering bones.

Deeply sunken.

If they cut their hair short, it would be hard to tell whether they are men or women.

He looks like a little beggar.

Such a pitiful person actually wants to kill the original owner?

Jiang Fubao was a little confused.

Could it be that the original owner had some deep hatred with her?

She searched the original owner's memory several times, but could not find the real purpose of Jiang Sanniu pushing the original owner into the water.

"Sanniu, hurry up. You are so old, why do you like to be lazy? Look at Shi'er next door, she is one year younger than you and works very fast. I raised you to this age, but you just know how to annoy me every day. You can't walk a few steps without crawling! Come here quickly! What are you dawdling for!"

Before Jiang Fubao could figure out what was going on, Jiang Sanniu was scolded.

Her mother, Zhou Gaier, was pointing at her and cursing.

"Clap--"

As if scolding was not enough, Zhou Gaier slapped him twice.

Jiang Sanniu was beaten so hard that she cried out in pain.

She knelt on the ground and begged for mercy loudly.

"Ah, don't hit me, mother, I was wrong. I shouldn't walk so slowly. Mother, the bamboo basket is too heavy, Sanniu can't lift it." Jiang Sanniu's voice was a little sharp and spread everywhere.

This caused many people to put down their work and look up.

"Tsk tsk, this Zhou is really cruel. Her daughters have been tortured beyond recognition. Even if she loves her sons, she can't treat her daughters like this. Look, she started beating Sanniu again. No wonder Sanniu can do such a wicked thing. She is just like her mother."

Wang Taohua clicked her tongue several times in a row.

"She gave birth to four daughters before finally fulfilling her dream of having a son. So she hated these girls, thinking they were blocking the path of her precious son. Alas, even if she disliked them, she couldn't abuse them like this. It's pitiful. All children are born the same. Whether they are good or bad is determined by how people teach them. If the mother is not a good person, how can she expect her children to become useful people?"

There was heartache in Xu Zhaoer's eyes.

"If I had four daughters, I wouldn't have enough time to love them. God is so blind that he sent so many children to other families..."

[But they even want to take away my only daughter]

Xu Zhaoer kept the last sentence in his heart and did not say it out loud.

Her daughter's early death was a lifelong pain for her.