Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"How to lead it?" Song Liu raised her eyebrows and asked anxiously.

During this period of time, she has been busy like a top all day long.

She had to wash clothes, sweep the floor, feed pigs and chickens, and take care of a newborn baby day and night.

What’s worse is that this baby has no breast milk!

She had to run to the old cowherd's house in the village every day to squeeze the cow's milk and cook it for her children to drink.

Moreover, my daughter also fell ill.

All kinds of trivial and complicated housework tortured her to exhaustion, and she had several more wrinkles on her face.

If Xia Xiaorou didn't come back any later, she was really worried that she wouldn't be able to make it to next year.

"Song Yuan's family is poor. If you give him some money, he will definitely lead Xia out." Song Cuixi raised the corner of her mouth proudly.

"Last month, he had a big fight with several other children from the village just for a penny that fell on the ground. Look, he's fighting over even a penny. If I give him fifty cents, will he obey me?"

"Why don't you go quickly? Why are you standing here like an idiot?" Song Liu pushed Song Cuixi hard.

"Mom, it's already dark now. Song Yuan's family has gone to bed long ago. How can we find him?" Song Cuixi complained to herself.

Song Liu looked towards the window. It was pitch black outside. It was definitely dark!

She was so anxious that she was a little confused.

"Remember to go early tomorrow morning, don't forget!" Song Liu picked up the baby who suddenly started crying and reminded Song Cuixi.

While she was talking, her hands were not idle either, busy opening the baby's diaper.

It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at it, but once she did, she got really mad.

It turned out that the baby had poop!

Song Cuixi was standing aside. When she saw this scene, her face instantly turned very ugly.

She jumped up, turned around and ran, coughing violently.

"Mom, I'm not well yet. I'm so close to the child. What if I infect him? You should change the diaper..."

Mrs. Song Liu was so angry that her teeth itched. She glared at her fiercely and roared, "Why are you running away? Come back here! I'll change the diaper and you'll be responsible for washing it!"

Now it was impossible to find an excuse to avoid the job of washing diapers! Song Cuixi had no choice but to walk back slowly with a sad face.

Song Liu looked helpless, frowned, held her breath, endured the unpleasant smell, quickly pulled off the diaper stained with feces, and threw it into the old clay basin next to her.

Song Cuixi picked up the basin tremblingly and ran away in panic.

But just after changing the diaper, the child urinated again.

Song Liu was so angry that she felt dizzy.

Outside the house, neighbor Aunt Qin went to the toilet.

She heard Song Liu, who lived opposite, coaxing a crying baby in the house, beating and scolding Song Cuixi, complaining that Xia Xiaorou didn't come back to help, and shouting that she was almost exhausted. Aunt Qin curled her lips, rolled up her sleeves, came to Song Yanbai's house, and knocked on Xia Xiaorou's window.

Xia Xiaorou hadn't gone to bed yet. The light was on in the room, and she was sorting out the drying medicinal herbs under the lamp.

The weather has been bad lately, with either windy, rainy or snowy all day long, so the medicinal herbs can only be left indoors to dry in the shade.

But it is taboo to stack them when drying in the shade, otherwise they will rot.

You have to turn it over every few hours.

Xia Xiaorou looked towards the window, "Who is it?"

"Xiao Rou, it's me, Aunt Qin. I want to tell you a joke." Aunt Qin breathed and stamped her feet.

Xia Xiaorou heard a tone of gloating in Aunt Qin's voice, so she opened the window.

"Auntie, why don't you sleep at night and come to tell me jokes?" Xia Xiaorou said with a smile.

Aunt Qin and her mother-in-law, Song Liu, are sworn enemies.

We've never dealt with each other since we were young.

Knowing this relationship, Xia Xiaorou would greet Aunt Qin every time she saw her after her rebirth.

Aunt Qin deliberately angered Song Liu, but also secretly helped Xia Xiaorou.

"Your mother-in-law, hahaha, usually always complains that you don't do this or that well. Now, she is doing everything you used to do, but she is not necessarily better than you." Aunt Qin covered her mouth and laughed, "She has to take care of a baby, just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for her, hahaha."

He said pity, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Xia Xiaorou listened quietly, sneering in her heart.

She thought of the hard days in her previous life when she had to do these things.

She had to cook for the whole family and endure the verbal abuse and corporal punishment from Song Liu and Song Cuixi.

And I have to take care of a baby day and night.

You need to find cow's milk or goat's milk to feed the child. The child cannot eat raw milk, it has to be boiled and then cooled.

She had to change and wash diapers all the time, and if the child cried, Song Liu would slap him and accuse him of abusing the child.

When the child was a little older, she would take him out to collect herbs, carrying him wherever she went.

Any bumps and bumps are her fault.

But what about the child?

She raised her but the result was that when she was sick, no doctor was found for her! He just gave her some cheap medicine perfunctorily, hoping that she would die soon so that he could find her property!

If the Song family is a group of cold-blooded ungrateful wolves, then that child is the leader among them!

Xia Xiaorou clenched her fists angrily.

It’s time for Song Liu to taste the hardships she once endured.

Go back and take that child?

Absolutely impossible!

"Aunt, the child is the blood of the Song family. Even if mother-in-law complains, she will take good care of him. You don't have to worry." Xia Xiaorou smiled gently.

"That's true. I'm just worrying about nothing." Aunt Qin looked at Xia Xiaorou's face, smiled, waved her hand, and went back.

When she turned around, she thought to herself, God is blind, Xia Xiaorou has a face as beautiful as a flower, how come she is a widow?

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The next day the wind and snow stopped, but it felt even colder than the previous few days.

The empty winnowing baskets at home are all filled with herbs drying in the sun, and there is nowhere to put them when we pick them again.

Xia Xiaorou plans to stop for a few days.

In addition, Song Yanbai had finished taking his medicine, so Xia Xiaorou wanted to go to Doctor Chen to get some more medicine.

Song Yuan ran up and took Xia Xiaorou's hand, "Aunt San, I'll go with you."

Xia Xiaorou shook her head, "It's cold outside, you should stay home."

"It was my mother who asked me to go. She said I should follow my third aunt's example and ask the doctor to prescribe medicine." Song Yuan pointed at Chu Xianyun.

Chu Xianyun smiled and gestured, pointing at Song Yuan, "He will be six years old after the Chinese New Year, and it's time for him to learn how to do things. Xiaorou, you take him with you."

Xia Xiaorou looked outside the house. There was no wind and no snow.

"Okay, I'll take you there, but don't run around. The snow is very deep. If you run around and fall into a pit, I won't be able to find you and you'll be frozen into a popsicle." Xia Xiaorou pinched Song Yuan's little nose.

"I understand, Aunt San, I won't run around." Song Yuan nodded with a smile.

Xia Xiaorou held Song Yuan's hand, put on a snow-proof coat, and went to Doctor Chen's house.

Song Yanbai's illness is the same as before, so he just needs to take the same medicine.

After getting the medicine, Xia Xiaorou asked Dr. Chen about the price of the herbs.

Except for the four kinds of herbs that Yan Heng wanted, she would sell the other cheap medicines to doctors or pharmacies in the market street.

Doctor Chen patiently told her the price.

Xia Xiaorou pinched her fingers and memorized silently.

At this moment, a child of about seven or eight years old suddenly ran in and shouted to Xia Xiaorou, "Yuan'er fell into the pond."

Xia Xiaorou's head buzzed.

If you fall into a pond in the middle of winter, wouldn't you die?

She turned and ran in the direction the child pointed.

Sure enough, Song Yuan was seen standing in the pond in front of the Chen family’s house, struggling and crying loudly.

Xia Xiaorou kicked off her shoes, jumped into the pond, and pulled Song Yuan up, "Why are you playing by the pond if you don't want to die?"

"I didn't come here to play. They lied to me and said we could walk on this..." Song Yuan cried.

Xia Xiaorou was shivering with cold. She had no time to scold him. She put on her shoes and ran to Doctor Chen's house with Song Yuan in her arms, wanting to warm herself by the fire.

But at this moment, a carriage suddenly rushed towards her and blocked her way.

Before she could react, a big hand grabbed her waist and she and Song Yuan were carried in together.