There are green vegetables in the back garden, and Song Yan makes vegetable and corn porridge for lunch and dinner. Song Yan is incredibly grateful that she lived in the countryside with her grandmother when she was little, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to use this earthen stove. Nowadays, every family doesn't have enough food to eat, and it's impossible to eat dry food every day.
In the evening, three bowls of steamed egg custard were made. One bowl for each of the two children, and one for Aunt Wei. Aunt Wei was happy to see that Song Yan was thinking of the two children. However, she told Song Yan not to make her share of eggs next time. At her age, eating anything would be pointless.
Song Yan had a high opinion of Wei Aiguo. In the days since their marriage, Wei Aiguo had been cutting a large bundle of grass on his way home from work. Song Yan would deliver the grass to the cowshed to earn her work points. Even today, despite Wei Aiguo's anger, he still cut grass on his way back.
Actually, that's not what Wei Aiguo was thinking. If he didn't bring back some grass, his mother would nag him endlessly.
Song Yan looked at the green grass and suddenly slapped herself. How could she be so stupid? There were four people sent down to the cowshed, one of whom was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and a national-level one at that. Go and ask him to set her bones!
…“I’ve brought the grass,” Song Yan called out as she arrived outside the cowshed.
An elderly woman with a hunched back slowly walked out. "Put it here!" This elderly woman was a foreign language professor at a prestigious university in Beijing, fluent in four languages, and her surname was Liao.
"Old Han, are you there?" It wasn't that Song Yan was impolite; that's what everyone called these people living in the cowshed these days. Being nice to them would be considered a mistake.
"They're in the cowshed," said Old Mrs. Liao coldly.
The stench from the cowshed was suffocating. Old Han had heard Song Yan's words, but he ignored her.
"My mother broke her leg last night. If it can't be set, her leg will be useless. Grandpa, please help me." At this point, it would be a bit inappropriate for Song Yan to call him Old Man Han again.
"I don't know how to set bones," Old Man Han said calmly.
"If my mother-in-law's leg can't be reattached, she'll never be able to walk again. She fell and got hurt because of me. If my mother-in-law is crippled, my husband will never forgive me," Song Yan pleaded tearfully with Old Man Han. In the original story, Old Man Han was a particularly compassionate doctor, so Song Yan was deliberately playing the victim.
Song Yan's head was still wrapped in gauze, and her pitiful appearance really touched Old Man Han. It wasn't unusual for educated youth to marry locals and suffer mistreatment. "I'm not good at setting bones, I'm not sure I can set it."
Song Yan thought to herself, "It's okay, I'm here. I'm watching over you, I'm sure the bones can be set."
I don't know when Grandma Liao came in. "Sigh! You've softened your heart again. It's not your problem if she doesn't grow up. But if she still doesn't grow up after you see her and becomes disabled, that's your problem."
"No, sir. Go and see for yourself. I won't blame you if it's good or bad." Two tears welled up in Song Yan's eyes and fell, making her look particularly sincere.
"I'll go fetch grass for the cows tomorrow evening. You don't need to come and deliver it." Old Man Han had already heard about Song Yan knocking down her mother-in-law. Seeing how thin and small she was, he felt sorry for her and thought he should help her if he could.
"Okay! I'll be waiting for you at home tomorrow." After saying that, He Rui bowed deeply and quickly ran away. She couldn't stay in the cowshed for too long. If someone saw her, it would be a pretext for something.
Old Du, who was standing to the side, also sighed. "You just can't bring yourself to do it."
"It's alright. It can't get any worse than this!" Old Man Han said with a self-deprecating laugh.
Having resolved a major issue, Song Yan felt much lighter. She tidied up the two children and put them on the kang (a heated brick bed) before returning to Wei Aiguo's room. Wei Aiguo sat on the edge of the kang, coldly watching her.
Wei Aiguo had thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and bright eyes. He was a very spirited and resolute man. Coupled with his cold gaze, Song Yan's previous cheerfulness vanished instantly.
Watching Wei Aiguo approach her step by step, Song Yan wanted to run. But reason told her she had nowhere to run. Wei Aiguo grabbed her and pulled her down. He was so strong; the fall hurt terribly!
Song Yan: He has violent tendencies!
Wei Aiguo slowly closed the door. He was planning to commit domestic violence inside. Song Yan's bones ached from the fall, but she still slowly stood up without uttering a sound.
“You married me of your own free will; I didn’t force you,” Wei Aiguo said, his voice filled with anger.
"I was wrong. I was too scared yesterday. That's why I talked nonsense. I'll never do it again. I promise I'll live a good life with you. I'll be a good daughter-in-law to my mother-in-law and treat Wei Ping and Wei An well." Song Yan admitted her mistake and made a firm statement without hesitation.
"Live a good life with me. And then let me raise your bastard child, is that it?" Wei Aiguo gripped Song Yan's shoulders, making Song Yan feel like her bones were about to break. "How many months? Is it He Jianian's?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Yan felt unbearable pain in her shoulder.
"You threw up like that this morning. You still dare to lie to me, don't you?" Wei Aiguo wouldn't have held back until now if he wasn't worried about upsetting his mother.
Wei Aiguo had misunderstood. "I threw up this morning because I was dizzy. I hit my head and that's how it is; it'll be fine in a few days. I swear to God I'm a virgin, I'm still a virgin." It was truly shameful to say that. But Song Yan couldn't do anything about it.
With his other hand, Wei Aiguo began unbuttoning Song Yan's shirt, one button at a time. "They say women bleed the first time. I'll try it and see if you're lying."
Song Yan clenched her fists, her last shred of rationality preventing her from raising her knee to strike this bastard's genitals.
Wei Aiguo wanted to provoke Song Yan; if she dared to resist, he would beat her severely. Wei Aiguo believed that regardless of gender, anyone who deserved a beating should be beaten. Song Yan had given him the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life.
But Song Yan, though trembling with fear, didn't resist. Forgive her own cowardice! This was an era where you couldn't even leave the house without a letter of introduction!
Who do you think you are? I'm divorcing you! But those are just thoughts.
He unbuttoned four buttons of Song Yan's shirt, revealing her snow-white neck, delicate collarbone, and the bulging blue floral vest. The pendant around her neck gleamed with a subtle metallic sheen, making the scene somewhat eerie and unsettling Wei Aiguo. Wei Aiguo felt a powerless urge, like punching cotton. "Tomorrow, go to the brigade to get a certificate, and we'll go to the commune to get a divorce!" Wei Aiguo shoved Song Yan away, almost causing her to fall again. "No way." Just moments before, she had acted as if she could do whatever Wei Aiguo wanted, but now Song Yan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "My mother-in-law broke her leg because of me; at the very least, I have to take care of her until she recovers. Besides, you've accused me of being pregnant. Wait a few months, and if my stomach is still this flat, then you're just lying."
"Wait a few months? You're in the same room with me every day, aren't you afraid I'll sleep with you one day?" Song Yan didn't dodge just now, but she was trembling; she was scared.
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