My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

As he said this, he went to help Mrs. Zhu.

Mrs. Zhu was helped up, but her face was ashen. After a while, she waved her hands and said, "There's a thatched hut next to the woods. It's also ours. Second brother, help me clean it up. I'll live there from now on."

"How can that be possible?" The second brother refused to agree. "That thatched hut is drafty on all sides. How can anyone live there?"

Zhu Lao Da's wife snorted coldly: "You only feel guilty after killing so many daughters and granddaughters! It's good to have a place to live. If I were you, I would have killed myself by banging my head against the wall after doing so many bad things!"

Boss Zhu couldn't bear it any longer and pulled her to the back: "That's enough, just say less!"

Mrs. Zhu was determined not to live with her sons. The four sons had no choice but to clean up the thatched hut and let Mrs. Zhu move in.

Zhu Laosan said, "When the busy farming season is over and we have some free time, we can renovate this house."

Zhu Laosi didn't respond, turned around with a stern face and left. Zhu Laoer sighed, waved his hand and left. Zhu Laoda sat on the ground at the edge of the woods, scratching his head again and again.

The problem was resolved, but the villagers were still discussing the Zhu family's situation.

"Mrs. Zhu is not easy to get along with. When she first came, she had a bad temper. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"Yes, she's so arrogant because she has four sons to support her. Four strong men can win her over. Haha, now look, which son is willing to pay attention to her?"

"She was really being unkind. Not liking girls isn't a big deal, but our family isn't that poor. They're our own children after all, so why bother killing them?"

The people who spoke nodded.

In fact, everyone in the village definitely likes sons. Sons represent a prosperous family, and daughters will get married sooner or later and belong to someone else's family.

But even so, daughters are also family members. Unless someone has given birth to many daughters but still cannot give birth to a son, they will think of ways to stop giving birth to daughters and give birth to a son as soon as possible.

The Zhu family has so many children and grandchildren, why do they have to target girls again and again?

My younger sister went home after hearing all the gossip and told her family, "Mrs. Zhu is really too much. She actually killed her own granddaughter. Humph, I always dislike her. She's not just like that to her own children, she's also like that to other people's children. You see, when she sees the three of us sisters, she's completely indifferent. But when she sees my younger brother, she's quite protective. I've been so naughty, and she's protected me several times."

The younger brother raised his head: "I'm not naughty."

The younger sister scoffed, "Who would believe that? Everyone in the village knows that you're not doing anything serious all day, but you're pretty good at fighting with other kids."

"That's because they are bad, they..."

The younger brother wanted to argue, but the younger sister continued to talk about the Zhu family with Si Xingzhi and Aunt Jin. He lowered his head in frustration.

Forget it.

Anyway, no one at home would listen to him no matter what he said. They all thought he was a troublemaker.

Si Muyan ignored other people's comments about the Zhu family and went straight to see her second sister and Xiaoxiaer.

"Awake?"

The second sister held Xiaoxia in her arms and said helplessly, "I don't know what happened today, but she couldn't sleep well. She kept waking up and crying. I changed her diaper and fed her, but she just kept crying. Now I finally managed to coax her back a little bit."

Si Muyan took the child and saw that although Xiaoxia was asleep, her face was a little red and she kept humming, so she said, "I'll comfort her, you take a rest."

After saying that, he wrapped the child in his coat and went out.

Mrs. Zhu lived in a thatched hut, which was very simple and did not require any cleaning. All she had to do was put some daily necessities there.

There are two rooms, one inside and one outside. The outer room has a simple earthen stove, and the pots and pans are all old, but still usable.

In the inner room was a thatched bed, without even a bed board. The only option was to air the thatch underneath during good weather to prevent it from getting damp. Beside the bed was a small cabinet, seemingly out of place in the surrounding thatched hut. It belonged to Mrs. Zhu, and inside were all her things.

In this lonely thatched hut next to the village, the lonely old lady Zhu sat on the thatched mat, her eyes full of despair.

She didn't cry when she was scolded by her son and daughter-in-law outside, but now that she was alone, her tears couldn't stop flowing.

Living like this doesn't seem to make any sense.

It would be better to die so that I can stay with Si Ya.

Mrs. Zhu stood up, trembling.

The fourth son and his wife came here because the fourth son's father-in-law fell down the mountain and lost consciousness. There were only two young brothers-in-law at home, so the couple had to go and take care of things, so they entrusted the children to Mrs. Zhu.

Si Ya started having a fever the day before yesterday. It wasn't serious at first, and Mrs. Zhu, busy with household chores and tending to the fields for the fourth son, had no time to take care of her. But Si Ya started having a fever in the middle of the night, and Mrs. Zhu didn't sleep all night. She rushed to find a doctor during the day, but he wasn't home, so...

After a day and two nights of struggling, the child was still gone.

Mrs. Zhu didn't get much rest, and her energy and spirit were all gone. She was so tired that she wanted to just fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.

But she also felt unwilling to give up. She looked back at her small cabinet, then turned around and went out, intending to walk into the bamboo forest.

There is a river running through the bamboo forest.

There's nothing to live for.

But just as he walked out of the door, he saw Si Muyan coming over with the child in her arms: "Mrs. Zhu."

Mrs. Zhu looked at her, wondering why she came here.

Si Muyan walked over and said, "It's like this. I don't know what's wrong with Xiaoxia today. She's been making a fuss and crying non-stop. Our family has no experience in taking care of children, so..."

Xiaoxia started crying in response. Si Muyan held her and coaxed and rocked her, looking at Mrs. Zhu anxiously.

Mrs. Zhu's eyes showed some kindness, but then turned cold: "I'm not a doctor, what do you want me for?"

"Doctor...Mrs. Zhu also knows the situation of my family. If it's not a big problem, I still don't want to spend that money. As for the other families, I'm not familiar with them and my relationship with them is not very good."

Mrs. Zhu's face darkened: "Is my relationship with your family over?"

The Si family has a bad relationship with every household in the village, especially Si Muyan, who has a hot temper. There is no one in the entire Songji Village who she can talk to.

Si Muyan whispered, "I'm at my wit's end. I've had some dealings with Granny Zhu before... Granny Zhu must have heard about this child's origins. There are all sorts of rumors in the village, and it's really giving me a headache. If my family wasn't really at their wit's end, I wouldn't be asking Granny Zhu for help."

As she spoke, she anxiously tried to comfort Xiaoxia who was still crying.

But Xiaoxia felt uncomfortable and cried louder and louder.