Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Lin Wanwan really felt that the scumbag father in front of her was a loser. Not only was he a mama's boy, but he also pushed all the problems onto others.

Zhao Qiaoniang looked at the man in front of her with a strange look on her face:

"Lin Dasheng, none of this is caused by Wanwan. We've come this far because you never cared about us.

I'm a human being too! Ever since I entered your Lin family, I've been treated like a slave. I accept all of this.

We can't hurt our children. Lin Song and Lin Bo have never had enough to eat since they were young, and the clothes they wear are all picked up from the discarded children of older families.

Everyone can hide their private money, but since I entered the Lin family, I have never touched a copper coin. Every time you go out to do odd jobs, do you give me a copper coin? "

Lin Dasheng opened his mouth and said, "I... our food and clothing are all provided by our parents, so we should pay for them."

"Okay, okay, I won't eat their food or use their products now, and I don't have to pay for them. What else are you dissatisfied with?" Zhao Qiaoniang was shaking with anger.

She used to think that Lin Dasheng understood her hard work, but now she realized that this man knew nothing at all.

Lin Dasheng looked at her and said:

"I won't argue with you, just live like this if you want!

Anyway, I have tried my best, Zhao Qiaoniang, please don't be so shameless."

After saying that, he left. Zhao Qiaoniang looked at his back and suddenly felt as if she had lost all her strength. She leaned on the wheelbarrow and tears slowly flowed down her face.

Mrs. Bai sighed, took a handkerchief to wipe her tears and said, "Qiao Niang, don't cry!"

"I just didn't expect him to be this kind of person. How could he be like this?"

Madam Bai looked at her and sighed:

"People change. Let me tell you a story! My parents have been childhood sweethearts since we were young. Their love was praised by everyone in the capital, and everyone thought they were a perfect match.

However, when I was ten years old, my peaceful life was broken.

When my father came back from outside, he brought back a girl of five or six years old and told my mother that she was his concubine's daughter.

It turned out that during the time when my father was posted abroad, he had a concubine.

The concubine was originally a poor girl from a noble family in the water town of Jiangnan.

Her family fell into decline because they were involved in court disputes, and she was left alone to the place where her father was sent.

She has eyebrows like distant ink and eyes like autumn water. Even when she is wearing plain clothes, she cannot hide her beauty.

When Dad first met her, she was being bullied by a thug and Dad came to her aid. Since then, she has been by Dad's side.

At first, her father just took pity on her because she was alone and helpless, so he let her work as a maid in the mansion. As time went by, her gentleness, thoughtfulness and understanding gradually touched her father.

In that place far away from home, my father couldn't resist this tenderness and took her as his concubine.

Mrs. Bai felt a little sour in her nose:

"Later, after my father brought the concubine's daughter back home, she was registered under my mother's name. My mother had always respected my father, and they had a very deep relationship.

But since this incident happened, my mother has gradually become disappointed with my father and no longer revolves around him like before.

Although the mother had some resentment in her heart, she was kind by nature and was very good to her concubine's daughter.

However, the concubine did not appreciate it at all. Instead, she regarded my mother and me as thorns in her eyes and bones in her flesh.

Later, the concubine married a powerful man. From then on, she relied on the power of her husband's family to humiliate her mother.

The poor mother died of hatred under her torture, and my two sons also suffered.

One son had both legs broken by them and later died of vomiting blood.

Another son was forced into a eunuch by them. Unable to bear the humiliation, he eventually chose to commit suicide.

My little daughter was even sold by her servants at her behest. Her whereabouts remain unknown. We only heard that she might be in Yunchuan, so we came here to look for her."

Zhao Qiaoniang stared blankly at Madam Bai and asked, "How did you manage to survive?"

Mrs. Bai smiled softly, tears in her eyes:

“I don’t know how I managed to get through it, but I always thought, I have to hold on.

What if... What if my only daughter is still alive, I must find her and see what kind of life she is in. I'm so scared!

I often dream of her in my dreams. I dream of her crying and calling for my mother. She said she was cold, she said she was in pain... wuwuwu..."

Zhao Qiaoniang looked at Madam Bai, and they both hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Lin Wanwan also cried. Mrs. Bai was really pitiful, and her mother was also pitiful. Why were women in ancient times so miserable?

I used to read novels a lot. Aren’t those novels all about good days?

Men farm and women weave, and the heroine can make a fortune by eating delicious food, but when it comes to her, everything changes?

Master Bai also wiped his tears and said, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Be careful not to hurt yourself. Aren't you trying to persuade others? How did you persuade yourself to go to jail?"

Madam Bai quickly wiped her tears and said:

"Qiao Niang, I just want to advise you to be strong. Women still have to rely on themselves. Aren't you much happier than me?

You have two sons and a daughter. For their sake, you must live well."

Zhao Qiaoniang nodded and said, "I know."

Late at night, Zhao Qiaoniang took a knife and went to keep watch. A group of people looked at her and laughed, "I've never seen a woman from another family keep watch. Zhao Qiaoniang, aren't you asking for trouble?"

"That's right, Lin Dasheng, you are such a coward that you can't even control your own wife."

Lin Dasheng sneered and said, "I have a lot of ideas now, how could I be interested in you?"

Zhao Qiaoniang looked at him and said, "Why do I look down on you? Don't you have any idea?"

Someone advised:

"Sister-in-law, don't be so serious. Look, whose wife doesn't come here like this?

My Xiuxiu, if I tell her to go east, she won’t dare go west, right? Xiuxiu?

Zheng Xiuxiu was so thin that she was just a bag of bones, and her frail figure trembled slightly in the wind.

She was carrying a tiny child on her back. The child was no more than one year old. His rosy face was pressed tightly against his mother's back. His little head turned from time to time, looking at the world curiously.

The child was born not long ago and still needs milk.

Zheng Xiuxiu was holding her daughter in her arms. The little girl had her eyes closed and it was unclear whether she was asleep or not.

The man rushed over with an angry face, and without saying a word, he raised his hand fiercely, "Pa! Pa!" Two crisp slaps were heard, and two red palm prints instantly appeared on Zheng Xiuxiu's face.

The man yelled, "I'm talking to you! What are you doing here? You're dawdling! Are you dead?"

Zheng Xiuxiu cried, "The boss has a fever. I told you. What should we do now?"

Lin Chong walked over and said with a frown:

"What can I do? If she can't survive, it's just bad luck. She's just a money-loser.

Why are you crying? Don’t you think it’s unlucky?”