Only a woman can truly understand the pain of encountering a scumbag man.
If he doesn't cherish, love, or care for you, there's no reason to stay with him anymore.
What's more, he hits you, scolds you, bullies you, and doesn't treat you like a human being.
If you have connections in your family, and your parents love you, they will stand up for you and fight for you.
If you have a strong temper, you can leave alone, without any worries.
The worst thing is being too soft-hearted and weak, unwilling to let go, afraid of change, and accustomed to the current life, not daring to change anything.
You can't stand up without someone helping you.
Without anyone to support you, you don't know how to leave.
He could only reflect, with tears in his eyes, on what he had gained from the humiliation he endured day after day.
Do you want him to curse and swear? Do you want him to resort to violence? Do you want him to ruthlessly humiliate you? Do you want him to be greedy, lazy, and cunning?
Zhang Xianglian didn't know.
She just stared blankly at Liu Cui, listening to the resounding words, which echoed repeatedly in her heart, and she questioned herself over and over again.
Why would I be with a scumbag?!
“Auntie,” Jiang Sheng suddenly spoke, “Auntie, would you like to come with Jiang Sheng? Jiang Sheng doesn’t want to see you suffer. Jiang Sheng wants to take you to eat well and dress well. Jiang Sheng wants to make you happy every day.”
Xu Mo sighed and added, "Auntie doesn't have a maternal family, so from now on we will be Auntie's maternal family."
We'll stand up for you, fight for you, and deal with scum for you.
Zhang Xianglian became increasingly dazed.
She remembered that many, many years ago, when she returned to her parents' home, she cried and complained that Zhou Zhiqiang had hit her. If only one of her parents had said at that time: "Don't be afraid, Xianglian, I support you."
Does that give her the courage to leave this muddy home?
Nor should one lose the right to be a mother due to repeated miscarriages caused by exhaustion, thus becoming increasingly unhuman.
Ah, life.
Sometimes, things can change in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xianglian didn't even know when she nodded; she only knew that when she came to her senses, she was already sitting in the speeding carriage.
Zhou Zhiqiang cursed and swore behind him, seemingly trying to catch up, but his body, weakened by long-term alcoholism, had already collapsed to the ground after only a few steps.
"Zhang Xianglian, you'll die a horrible death! You dare run away, you slut..."
He seemed to still be cursing, but it was gradually becoming inaudible.
"Sister Zhang, don't be sad, things will get better in the future." Liu Cui smiled, but her expression gradually turned bitter. "We're not coming back to this village either."
Zhang Xianglian was still somewhat timid. "We are still husband and wife. What if he... what if he sues us?"
That's a very good question.
Jiang Sheng proudly raised her head, "Auntie, don't be afraid. My brother is a scholar who can go to court and be a lawyer. He can definitely help you get a divorce."
It's a divorce, not a separation.
The people of the Dayu Dynasty were open-minded; divorce allowed for remarriage, but a divorced wife was destined to live a lonely life.
"If only I could get a divorce," Jiang Sheng muttered.
Chang Yan, standing nearby, opened his eyes and glanced at his sister's boldness.
"Don't worry, dear sister," Liu Cui said, still chatting with Zhang Xianglian. "It's your good fortune to be able to leave that family."
Zhang Qiquan watched her from the side, his eyes full of smiles.
This is what a lover should look like.
The carriage sped along and finally arrived in the county town.
The courtyard only had four rooms, so Zhang Qiquan and Xu Mo were arranged to sleep there, while Liu Cui and Zhang Xianglian slept with Jiang Sheng.
In the evening, it's time to cook.
When Liu Cui and Zhang Xianglian saw the serious, refined, and clean-cut scholar roll up his sleeves, set up an iron pot, and prepare to cook and start a fire, they both felt it was particularly sinful.
Looking at the children around them who seemed so used to it, the two of them couldn't help but feel sorry for them.
Scholar, you don't do such things.
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
Liu Cui's cooking skills were average; she was responsible for chopping vegetables, washing pots, and tending the fire.
Zhang Xianglian's skills were even better. With an iron wok and a spatula, she used them with unparalleled skill, flipping and stir-frying, and soon delicious food was wafting out.
Zheng Ruqian, who had been dozing off, instantly perked up at the aroma, leaping from his chair and following the scent to the large iron pot.
His nose twitched like a puppy's.
Zhang Xianglian couldn't help but laugh and scooped a piece of chicken from the pot for him, saying, "Try it first."
Zheng Ruqian put it in his mouth, and his first sensation was that it was hot, and his second sensation was that it was sour.
It's a bittersweet feeling in my heart.
He finally understood why Jiang Sheng liked Aunt Zhang so much; she truly had a motherly quality about her.
"Is it good? Is it salty enough?" Zhang Xianglian asked with concern.
The boy wiped his eyes, not daring to look at her, and said, "That's enough, that's enough."
Then he ran back to his room with the meat in his mouth to calm himself down.
It was dinner time in the evening.
On the stone table under the plum blossom tree, there was a large bowl of spicy chicken pieces in the center, surrounded by five small dishes. Although not all of them were meat, it was still a decent meal.
Zhang Qiquan nodded secretly, having gained some insight into the children's abilities, and at the same time feeling a little envious.
But after Liu Cui pinched the soft flesh on her waist, she regained her composure.
"It seems our future looks bright." He put his arm around his wife's shoulder and smiled gently.
Liu Cui raised the corners of her mouth and said in a light tone, "Being able to leave Shilipu Village is a good life."
It's better to eat coarse food and wild vegetables than to be beaten and bullied.
"Dinner's ready, children," Zhang Xianglian called gently as she brought out the last bowl of soup.
The doors to all four rooms were opened simultaneously.
All six children rushed over in a flurry, some quicker like Fang Heng and Zheng Ruqian, others more leisurely like Wen Zhiyun and Chang Yan.
The stone table is a square table. It used to be spacious enough for six people, but now it's a bit cramped for nine.
But they didn't mind. They sat close together, excitedly watching the six dishes and soup.
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