Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Pei Qinv has never liked children since she was a child.

Maybe it was because the child ate a bowl of longevity noodles with egg when he went to Pei’s house for the first time.

She remembered it very clearly. It was the beginning of spring that day. Her father asked her mother to make some spring pancakes, scrambled eggs and stewed radishes for them in the evening. At that time, her second uncle did not send much money back home.

Her father still had to work as a laborer outside at the docks, and her mother had to find some work doing laundry and mending to make money.

Having pancakes and eggs to eat is like Chinese New Year for them.

Even though the day before was her birthday and she didn't eat anything, she didn't care much and was still happy.

After all, there won’t be anything delicious to eat for my sisters’ birthdays.

It is said that my eldest sister had eaten fried pickled fish on her birthday when she was a child. This is nothing, as she was her parents’ first child, so of course it was different.

Mom sometimes talks about how happy Dad was when my eldest sister was born, how he was so happy holding his daughter like a fool. It was winter, she had no milk, and the child was crying with hunger. He went to chop ice to catch fish, but he couldn't do it. After a long time, he only caught three thumb-sized fish. When he came back, his wet clothes were frozen. Later, he finally caught a big fish, heated the oil in a wok, put the garlic in, and stir-fried it a few times to bring out the fragrance. Then, with a sizzling sound, the fish jumped back out and slapped Dad in the face. He was so anxious that he forgot to kill the fish...

The seventh girl especially loved to listen to this story, but she always mistook the eldest girl in the story for the seventh girl.

Sometimes she would think, if only she had been born earlier, she could have been her parents’ first child.

Unfortunately... she was the seventh child. It was said that when she was born, her father was so angry that he broke a bowl and had to spend money to repair it.

My mother said that my father was tired of having so many daughters. It’s not that he didn’t like them, but he just wanted a son.

She was busy giving birth to a son, so naturally she had no time to take care of her daughter.

It was always the eldest sister who took care of them. She was so nice that she would never be jealous no matter how much fried and pickled fish she ate.

But why does that little bald guy do that?

Such a big bowl of white noodles with an egg on top and oil floating on it.

Mom said that it was her birthday and she should eat longevity noodles, but why wasn’t there any on her birthday?

She pulled the eight girls aside and couldn't figure it out.

After a while she stopped thinking about it and just stared at her mouth, watching her slurp the noodles.

It was a whole noodle, and her mother said it couldn't be broken, so she had a hard time eating it. There was so much noodles, and she was so small, she definitely couldn't finish it.

When her father is not at home, she can ask her mother to give her a bite before sharing the noodles with her sisters. She has never eaten noodles like this before, and just one bite will make her very happy even if there is no egg.

But she ate all of that little bald donkey.

The belly is so round when it bulges out.

The nun who brought her kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, saying that she had broken her vows.

She said, "I'm so full, Master. The noodles smell so good."

How fragrant is it? The seventh daughter didn't know, so she wanted her mother to make some for her. She gestured and said, "Just this little bit of noodles."

But her mother scolded her for being ignorant, and her father also scolded her, and didn't even let her eat spring rolls.

She didn't understand why the little bald donkey had something to eat. Her mother said that was her little sister, and her father didn't say anything.

She learned from her sisters that she did have such a younger sister, who was given away to become a nun when she was young, so her mother couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

But why?

She is so fair and has a chubby face. There is always someone holding her. Every time she comes, she is either lying in someone's arms or in a basket on someone's back. She jumps and skips when she walks and is always very happy.

She's living such a good life, what's there to be sad about?

As soon as her mother saw her, she gave her the best things and spoke to her so gently every time. She didn't care if her father was unhappy.

But she and the eighth girl would be scolded if they cried.

How could the Seventh Girl not hate her? Sometimes, she even thought, it would be better if she was the one being given away.

She is well-behaved and sensible, and is definitely more likable than her. She will never be sent around by others, and she always causes trouble and makes things difficult for her elder sister!

When that annoying guy and the eight girls stared at her, she would definitely eat with them.

I'm not as selfish as her.

The seven girls glared at the child with a mixture of old and new hatreds: "When are you going to get out of here?"

Child: ...If I say that, I wonder if it will piss her off to death?

"Wait until Aunt Pei and the others find me new parents."

Seventh Girl: "So you're going to stay here forever?"

Child:?

"Everyone knows you're a nuisance. You've even offended the county magistrate. Who would dare to take you in? Only my eldest sister is kind enough to take you in. But you can't be so shameless, can you? You don't do any work and just eat for free."

Child: ...So what they wanted to talk about was not a disaster star, but a calamity.

Child: “What should I do then?”

She had asked this question many times, and the answer was always the same. The seven girls did not dare to order her around. After thinking for a long time, they just said with disgust:

"What can you do? It's good enough that you don't cause trouble. Our family is so unlucky that we have to run into you. Just wait, sooner or later I will let my eldest sister kick you out and let you starve!"

The child doesn't understand that there is a kind of work in this world that she has to rush to do in order to satisfy others. She is a lazy person who likes to be comfortable. Of course she is very happy when others say they don't need her. Although it is a bit weird, she really doesn't know what to do. Everything she can think of has already been done by someone else.

So she could only stay there, feeling out of place in this place, like a very strange thing.

In order to save Zhu Du, she tried to please Pei Zhu and the others, so she was not completely unaware of how to please others, but she hated herself for being like that from the bottom of her heart.

Everything she does is not what she wants to do, and she never hears any nice compliments. They just say that they didn't expect her to do this, and why didn't she do it earlier? Because she is hypocritical, because you like it, because she is not happy at all to do these things, so she doesn't do them.

Even though it was annoying, at that time the child at least had some idea of ​​what to do. Pei Zhu and Liu Renben would tell her directly what they wanted her to do, and Cui Mei would also give her instructions directly.

But what did the Seventh Girl want her to do? Pei Da Nu and the others had no idea what kind of children they liked.

When the seventh girl said so much, her intention was to implicitly hope that she would do some work, but to the child it just sounded like - get out of here.

Okay, then get out of here.

The child put the chicken cage on the pig's blood, put the luggage on it, and then put himself and the cat on it.

After thinking about it, she realized that it was not good to eat for free, so she left a bracelet and left through the back door while everyone was busy.

Go back to the mountain and take a look.

At the same time, villages within a few miles also received news that they had to perform labor service and be recruited into the military.

The old head of Puluo Village looked blankly at the soldiers, who looked more intimidating than the yamen runners, but mustered up the courage to ask, "What? They're recruiting Waiya? Soldier, you must be mistaken. She's so young, and her arms are as thin as bamboo poles. How can she join the army? She'd just be asking for death on the battlefield."