Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Mrs. Sun had already made a plan: "Sell five of them to earn some money to supplement the family income; keep three, one male and two females to lay eggs, so that we can have fresh eggs every day; and let the two hens hatch eggs, so that the flock can grow stronger and stronger."

As she thought about it, she gently stroked the chick's feathers.

As she thought about it, Mrs. Sun seemed to see a beautiful vision of the future. She couldn't help but smile and said to her daughter beside her: "After selling the chickens, I will buy you some new clothes and some delicious food."

She was immersed in beautiful visions of the future, her face filled with happiness and satisfaction.

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Xiuying looked at Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi playing in the yard, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Taohua and Shiliu were making pancakes in the kitchen. Listening to the rhythmic sound of rolling the dough, they felt at ease.

Awang was patiently teaching Afan how to read. Seeing Afan's serious look, he felt relieved.

The third sister was carefully explaining the secret of wrapping preserved eggs to the fourth sister. The sisters' focused expressions made her feel warm.

Lao Wu was carefully picking eggs in the chicken coop. Seeing this lively scene, Xiuying was filled with joy.

The cellar was full of food, which should have been a satisfying moment, but she always felt like something was missing. Oh, her parents and brother hadn't come yet.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little lost and frowned slightly.

If the family can be reunited, that would be true happiness. She thought silently in her heart, her eyes revealing her longing for family reunion.

It wasn't that Mom and Dad didn't want to come, but they were concerned about their reputation. Thinking of this, Xiuying felt a pang of sadness in her heart and sighed softly.

In her previous life, she had never felt the warmth of her family. Those days of loneliness and helplessness seemed to be still vivid in her mind, making her eyes tear up. In her new life, God not only gave her parents and brothers, but also a group of lovely daughters.

At this moment, Xiuying's heart was filled with gratitude and determination.

"In this life, I must cherish it and never let the love of family slip away again."

She secretly clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with determination.

"I'm going to bring my parents back home so we can live happily together as a family. No one can stop me."

Xiuying's heart was beating fast, full of longing and expectation for a better life in the future.

Xiuying harnessed the oxcart and set off for Yangliu Town. She sat on the cart, tightly gripping the reins, her eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. This time, she was determined to bring her parents with her.

Xiuying thought to herself, biting her lip angrily, "Who said parents can't live with their daughter? This is ridiculous!"

The wind blew across her face, ruffling a few strands of her hair, but she didn't care: "I want to break this unreasonable rule and let my parents live a good life."

There was a fire of stubbornness burning in Xiuying's eyes, as if nothing could stop her determination.

The oxen's hooves clattered against the ground, and the oxcart was jolting along, but Xiuying's heart remained resolute. She kept encouraging herself in her heart, determined to convince her parents to go back with her.

When Xiuying arrived at Yang's house, she happened to see the family having dinner.

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and everyone in the room looked up in surprise. Yang's father and mother were caught off guard, and the black steamed bun in their hands stopped in mid-air.

When Xiuying saw the black-flour steamed buns on the table, her brows instantly frowned and her face became gloomy. She had clearly given rice to her parents, so why were they eating black-flour steamed buns?

A surge of anger surged in her heart, mixed with heartache: "Dad, Mom, where is the rice I gave you? Why don't you eat it?"

Xiuying's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her eyes were fixed on the food on the table.

Father Yang and Mother Yang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with panic and helplessness. Father Yang put down the steamed bun and rubbed his hands: "My daughter, this... this rice, we want to save it and eat it slowly later."

Xiuying's eyes suddenly turned red after hearing this, and she choked up and said, "Dad, Mom, come back with me. I have food and drink where I live. There's no need to be so frugal."

Xiuying recalled the scenes of every time she came to her mother's house for dinner. Every time she ate either dumplings or boiled millet, and it was accompanied by two side dishes and a plate of fatty meat.

Those warm scenes flashed through her mind one by one, and an expression of nostalgia unconsciously appeared on her face.

She had never imagined that her parents would live such a hard life now, eating hard-to-swallow black flour buns. Thinking of this, Xiuying felt as if her heart was pierced by a needle.

Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice became choked.

"Dad, Mom, I'm an unfilial daughter. I didn't realize you were living such a hard life at home."

Xiuying bit her lips tightly, feeling full of guilt and self-blame.

Mother Yang looked at her daughter's warm eyes and felt distressed. She hurriedly explained, "My dear, the price of everything in the city is rising now, and the price of rice has tripled. I sold the rice you sent me and exchanged it for some black flour. I still have a little money left. I'll save it when life gets better in the future..."

As Yang's mother spoke, her eyes full of helplessness and expectations for the future, she took Xiuying's hand and patted it gently.

"Mom knows you are filial, but you have to be frugal in your life. This black flour steamed bun can fill your stomach, there is nothing wrong with it." Mother Yang forced a smile on her face, trying to comfort Xiuying.

When Xiuying heard what her mother said, she could no longer hold back her tears.

She held her mother's hand tightly, her voice filled with tears: "Mom, please come back with me. Your daughter can make you live a good life and you don't have to suffer like this."

Yang's mother held Xiuying's hand and said, "A daughter who is married off is like spilled water. If our whole family were to live with you, what would outsiders say about you?"

Mother Yang's eyes were filled with worry and uneasiness, and her voice was filled with helplessness and bitterness.

"People will say you're ignorant, that your parents have no sense of propriety, that they're causing you trouble and making you disliked."

Mother Yang sighed softly, her brows furrowed.

"Mom doesn't want us to ruin your reputation and affect your life."

As Yang's mother spoke, her eyes became slightly red, but she still tried hard to hold back the tears.

Women in this era were subject to too many constraints. They seemed trapped in an invisible cage, unable to break free. Obey your husband at home, obey your son after your husband's death—this dogma, like a tight ring, weighed heavily on their hearts.

The women were trapped in a deep courtyard, looking at the sky in all directions, their longings could only turn into helpless sighs.

They never leave the front door or the back door, and the high thresholds ruthlessly separate them from the outside world.

They can only stay in their boudoirs, doing needlework and doing housework, their youth gradually disappearing in this dull day-to-day life. The brilliance in their eyes is also worn away by time, leaving only obedience and numbness.