"Mom, what are you talking about?" Wang Lan looked at Ge Cuicui in disbelief, "I just..."
"You're just what?" Ge Cuicui slammed the table. "Ask around in your village. Which daughter-in-law has to stay in confinement for a full month? I didn't even stay in confinement for a single day, but I'm still alive and well. I think you're just lazy and want me to serve you! When we got married, your mother almost sold you by the pound. But now that you're in our Hu family, you've become precious. What's going on? Are we, the Hu family, some kind of sucker? You can't even give birth to a son, but you think too highly of yourself. Pah!"
Wang Lan looked at Ge Cuicui with tears in her eyes, "Mom, what do you want? Are you going to force me to death before you're satisfied?"
Ge Cuicui became even more furious when she heard this.
"I forced you to death? What did I do to force you to death?" Ge Cuicui became more and more angry. Ever since Qi Qiumin broke his leg, she had to do all the housework by herself. She also had to take care of things outside. She was exhausted every day, but she got no good results here and there. Is this how she deserves?
"Wang Lan, I'm telling you, don't threaten me with death all the time. Do you think I'm the one being threatened? If you have the guts, go die far away and don't get in my way!"
As she stepped out, she saw the stool at her feet and kicked it away, spewing foul language.
Wang Lan felt extremely desperate.
Her aunt finally prescribed three days' worth of medicine for her, but Ge Cuicui threw it away before she even started to take any.
My aunt clearly told me that it wouldn't affect breastfeeding, but she insisted that I couldn't drink it while breastfeeding.
She felt so miserable and desperate every day. She felt desperate listening to her child crying, desperate listening to her mother-in-law scolding her, and desperate not having milk.
She was so desperate, why couldn't she just die? If she died, she wouldn't have to worry about anything, wouldn't have to be scolded, wouldn't have to worry about having no milk, wouldn't have to be afraid that her man would look down on her, wouldn't have to be sad that she couldn't give birth to a son.
Thinking of this, she opened the wardrobe, found a pair of scissors, took out a few pieces of clothing, cut them into long strips, and tied them together one by one...
When the family was busy slaughtering a pig, Hu Chunhua borrowed Niu Chunrong's ox cart, and Feng Yun asked Hu Guangcai to move the family's grain up there bag by bag.
Hu Guangcai was also desperate. "Mom, do we really have to do this? What will we eat after we sell all the food?"
"Go and starve." Feng Yun said unhappily, "From now on, just follow your dad. You'll eat whatever he eats. Your dad loves you so much. As long as he has something to eat, he won't let you go hungry."
Hu Guangcai put the food on the ground and said, "No, Mom, I want to follow you."
This answer surprised Feng Yun greatly.
"What did you say? You want to follow me? Aren't you afraid that I will beat you?"
Hu Guangcai chuckled, "Even if you hit me, you are still my mother. Isn't that the song that we all sing? There is only one good mother in the world, and children with mothers are treasures. Of course I have to follow my mother."
Feng Yun snorted, "If you follow your mother, you will be nothing but a weed in the future."
Hu Guangcai: “…”
"Alright." Feng Yun sorted out the food. "If you want to follow me, take your eldest sister with you and get this done for me. If I find out that the food hasn't been sold, you'll get a beating when you come back."
Feng Yun is definitely unable to get away today. He is slaughtering a pig at home, and those who have heard the news will probably come, so it will be a tough battle then.
It would definitely not be possible for Chunhua to sell grain alone. She was not brave enough. If she met people from Hu Jianguo's side, the grain might be stopped.
With Lao Liu around, she felt much more at ease.
"Okay, Mom, I promise to complete the task." Hu Guangcai rarely put on a frivolous smile.
It was not yet the time for grain stores to purchase large quantities of grain, and there was no need to queue up at the grain store. As long as you were fast enough, by the time Hu Jianguo reacted, the grain would have already turned into money.
Sure enough, as soon as the two left, Hu Jianjun and Qi Qiumin came over together to kill them.
"Hey, Feng Yun, what are you doing? Are you going to live like this from now on?"
In the yard, her pig, which weighed less than 100 pounds, had been skinned dry and was hanging there, head down, with a fist-sized hole in its neck from which blood was still oozing.
The chopping board on the side has been set up, and Butcher Tu's wife is placing the basket with a smile on her face, which will be used to put the pork in.
Qi Qiuming's eyes turned red. "Feng Yun, if you raise this piglet until the end of the year, it will double in value. What are you doing? Even if you don't want to live with Jianguo, you can't leave yourself without food. If you kill this pig now and hand it over, how much will you have left to sell it for?"
During the collective economy period, pig farming was mostly for public use.
Lishu Village has a policy of buying half and keeping half. The pig of Feng Yun's family weighs less than 100 kilograms. After removing the blood, liver and other things, it would be good if it could weigh 80 kilograms. Half of this 80 kilograms must be handed over, and the remaining 40 kilograms can only be sold for 36 yuan.
Why bother with this?
Hu Jianjun was more direct. "Feng Yun, I'm telling you, you can't sell this pork. You're violating the rules. I can confiscate your pork!"
Hu Jianjun is the team leader, and he can indeed do so with the authority in his hands.
Feng Yun sneered, treating her as the ignorant village woman in her previous life.
"Captain, you confiscated it? What did you confiscate? Even if I sold it, it was self-sufficient. It had nothing to do with speculation. On what grounds did you confiscate it?"
Hu Jianjun didn't expect that Feng Yun even knew this.
Strictly speaking, speculation means buying raw materials, processing them yourself, and then selling them.
Feng Yun's family bought the piglets from the brigade. They have been taking care of them themselves since they bought them. Now that they have handed in the ones that should be handed in, they can indeed deal with the rest by themselves.
But he was still angry and naturally couldn't let Feng Yun get the upper hand.
"This isn't just a matter of my words. Feng Yun, I don't want it to get to that point. You'd better restrain yourself."
Feng Yun was so angry that he laughed.
"Okay." She stood up. "Fellow villagers, you heard it too. My eldest uncle said I can't sell it. So I won't charge a penny for the pork today. If you have cloth at home, give me some cloth. If you have rice, give me some rice. If you have vegetables, give me some vegetables. That's it. You can go back and see what you have at home. You can hand over the things and the pork later."
When everyone heard this, they immediately became excited.
Things are things after all, they are mortal, but when money is in your hands, you can do a lot of things, and saving money is naturally the best.
In a flash, everyone outside the door left, and Hu Jianjun was so angry that his nose was crooked.
Just as he was about to say something, there was a cry of surprise from outside.
"Oh no! Feng Yun, help me!"
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