Farmhouse Green Plum

Unable to break free from the crowd, Aunt Liu simply sat down and cried, "What sin have I committed? I worked so hard to raise a money-loser, and now I have another money-loser!

Xiaohua was only sold for 6 taels of silver, and I was cursed. I spent a lot of money to marry a daughter-in-law, but the one I gave birth to was a money-losing thing..."

Wang Dalang in the room couldn't stand it anymore and came out to help Aunt Liu San. "Mom, don't say anything. Chun'er is still awake."

"What's wrong with her being awake? What's wrong with her being awake? As a mother-in-law, do I have to look at her expression before me?" Aunt Liu exploded, her voice becoming sharper and sharper.

She hit Wang Dalang hard and said, "It's all your fault, you insisted on marrying me even though I said I didn't want her!

You paid a betrothal gift of 10 taels of silver, but you ended up marrying such a lazy and greedy person. She's not even as good as your sister!

I have to raise a money-losing person for more than ten years. It's better for me than your sister who can get married in a year or two.

My dear grandfather, because of you, there are two more mouths to feed at home..."

Wang Dalang felt very embarrassed to be talked about in front of so many people, "Mom, please stop talking."

"What's the matter? You've become so precious that I can't even say anything about you?" Aunt Liu pounded the ground fiercely. "Oh my God, my son has married a wife and has forgotten his mother!"

After crying for a while, she started beating Wang Dalang again: "I'm not old yet, and you, a fairy, dare to look down on me. I raised you in vain. I should have drowned you in the urine bucket when you were born..."

After watching the excitement for a while, Li asked Song Ying and others to go home, and the rest of the people also dispersed one after another.

Even Lin Wenxuan was called away by Song Ying's great aunt.

Her house is made of blue bricks and tiles. It is the best house in the village and has extra bedrooms for people to rest.

In the past, when there were weddings or funerals in the village, and there were too many distant relatives coming and there were not enough places to stay, they would always give priority to her house for lodging.

After a night of buffering, the girls recovered. When they met the next day, Luo Yanxing excitedly told those who didn't see the follow-up of the night before.

"Oh, you don't know, Aunt Liu's expression changes so quickly. One second she rushed into the room with joy, and the next second she came out with a dark face. Without saying a word, she went straight to the kitchen to cook.

The pots and pans were thrown around by her, as if she was not throwing pots and pans, but Ma Chun'er!"

Zhao Xiaocui, who also saw the follow-up, excitedly added: "Later, she was so angry that she rushed to Ma Chuner's bedroom with a kitchen knife. Fortunately, my mother and others stopped her."

After a pause, her tone turned vicious: "It's really justice, retribution is inevitable, Wang Dalang and Ma Chun'er were immoral, they had a child before they got married, causing Xiaohua to be sold to death, humph, and now I have given birth to a baby girl."

Luo Yanxing echoed fiercely: "Yes, yes, that damn woman Ma Chun'er wanted to use the name of 'premature birth' to put the blame on Song Ying. She deserves it for not being able to give birth to a son!

Wow, with Liu Daju's attitude last night, I wonder how arrogant and precious she will be in the future!"

Xiaohua's death and Ma Chuner's sinister intention to put the blame on Song Ying made the girls very disgusted and they all gloated over it.

Song Ying looked at them and asked, "Giving birth to a girl is her retribution, so is our birth also a retribution for our family?"

The girls were stunned and suddenly quiet.

"This is different, we..." After a while, Luo Yanxing tried to explain, but couldn't continue.

Because there is no way to explain it, the meaning of their words just now is very clear and cannot be refuted.

After another long silence, Xiaoxiang bit her lip and said, "But it is better to have a boy, because a boy can carry on the family line.

My mother said that after a woman gets married, she must give birth to a son to gain a foothold in her husband's family and to live a life of dignity. Otherwise, she will be beaten or sold, and her parents will be embarrassed to support her, and she may even be divorced."

Song Ying immediately retorted: "Children must be born by both men and women. Men alone cannot give birth to children. Moreover, it is women who are pregnant, giving birth, and suffering."

"This isn't the way to carry on the family line, is it?" Xiaoxiang frowned, a little confused.

"Why not? Isn't it true that half of a person's body is made up of their father's blood and the other half is made up of their mother's blood?

We girls also have our father's blood in our bodies, so how can it not be considered as carrying on the family line?"

"You are using perverted logic. A child born to a woman belongs to her husband's family. It is to carry on the family line, not her own family."

"But for those families with only one daughter, if they recruit a live-in son-in-law, the baby born by the daughter will continue the family line."

Although it is not common for families to have a live-in son-in-law, it does exist and girls often hear about it.

Xiaoxiang didn't know how to refute it. Logically speaking, this seemed to be right, but it conflicted with the ideas she had been taught since she was a child.

She scratched her head. “But no one thinks so.”

At this time, Erni said quietly: "Families that recruit live-in sons-in-law will be laughed at in private, and they will not have the confidence to speak or act."

It is also a fact that Song Ying was stuck.

She bit her lip and slowly turned her head away: "Anyway, I don't think girls are inferior to boys, nor do I think my birth is a retribution for my family. My father loved me when he was still alive."

When her father died, Song Ying was only four years old and could not remember anything yet, but she remembered one scene: in a crowded market, her father held her high in his arms and bought her candied haws.

Sometimes, Li would think of her father and scold him for being disobedient. She hoped that if he had remarried early, he would not have died without a son and wear mourning clothes.

Girls naturally don’t think that their birth is a retribution to their family, but the general social concept is that boys are more important than girls.

Seeing that Luo Yanxing remained silent, Song Ying nudged her with her elbow and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Luo Yanxing lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I hate my parents for favoring boys over girls, but I didn't expect that I am subconsciously the same as them, and I also think boys are better than girls."

"When did you and Song Ying agree?" Xiaoxiang raised her eyebrows. "If you ask anyone, they will say that boys are more important than girls."

She paused, her tone lowered: "But I hope my parents can pay more attention to me. If they give my brother two pieces of meat, they can also give me one piece."

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Song Ying said, "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's get to work."

She looked at Zhao Xiaocui and the others and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to identify the oak tree."

The girls cheered up, temporarily put aside the frustration of being treated unfairly, and hurried to make money.

Song Yuan, who had been listening, jumped up and said, "Then I'll go pick the thorns and I'll meet you over there later."

Since March, Song Yuan has been thinking about the prickly ash. Every day he goes to check on the growth spots of the prickly ash he knows. From flowering to fruiting, there are finally signs of maturity in the past two days.