Liang Shengdi was actually quite happy that she got pregnant so quickly.
Because she feels that she is living a very good and stable life now. Although she is not yet at the point where she can eat whatever she wants, at least she does not have to go hungry, does not have to eat sweet potatoes every day, and can drink rice porridge.
Although my mother-in-law had a stern face every day and thought I was stupid, she never really beat or scolded me.
And her husband Lin Wenxuan, she really wants to have children for him, just like what they said when they were lying in bed chatting before,
Have three or four children, and the family will live a happy life.
When she got pregnant, Zhang Xiaonu refused to let her have OP, but poor families didn't have the custom of stopping work once a woman got pregnant.
So Liang Shengdi still carried water and firewood as she should, and fed the chickens and caught insects as she should, but she couldn't chop the bamboo.
In his spare time after working in the fields, Lin Wenxuan took the machete and began to chop bamboo strips under Liang Shengdi's guidance. Liang Shengdi then wove the chopped bamboo strips into baskets of various sizes.
Finally, there is another chapter where my daughter takes time to pick some and sell them on the street.
Lin Wenxuan, an apprentice who had just started working for a few days, was not able to split the bamboo strips into even and round pieces yet. Fortunately, Liang Shengdi's craftsmanship made up for these shortcomings. In addition, the bamboo strips were not expensive, so Zhang Xiaonv could always bring back a string of copper coins.
She also became much friendlier towards Liang Shengdi, and always gave Liang Shengdi the largest portion of rice porridge in the evening. However, every time Liang Shengdi asked if she could have an egg, she would become unhappy.
"Other daughters-in-law can't eat anything during this month, but why do you want to eat everything? Your bowl is the biggest, and you still think it's not enough?
Can we eat those eggs? We have to exchange them for money, okay?
Liang Shengdi pointed at the newly woven baskets on the ground and said confidently, "The baskets I weave every day? Didn't you say they sell well? Doesn't that mean I'm rich?"
"If you won't give me eggs to eat, then give me the money I earned from making the baskets, and I'll buy them from you."
As a result, Zhang Xiaonv became even angrier.
"We're a family! How can we divide money like this?! You ask me for money and then use the money to buy eggs? Wouldn't that just be a matter of hands, and the eggs would still be gone?!"
"Poor families don't have much money to begin with. Won't they be even poorer if they split it up like this?"
"Besides! You're not going to give birth to the baby in your belly? You won't want to raise the baby after you give birth, right? This money should be saved for the baby's future education! Education! Do you know what education is? It costs a lot of money!"
Liang Shengdi was originally full of grievances, but when she heard that the money was to be used for her children's education, she instantly calmed down.
Yes, you have to study. If you study well, you don’t have to make a living like them.
So Liang Shengdi endured it again.
I only woke up occasionally in the middle of the night and still felt a little hungry, but I could still bear it.
She then thought, why not make a few more baskets? If she could sell them for a little more money than before, she could at least have an extra meal, right?
Unfortunately, this is not true.
Because the devils are coming again.
In April 1941, the 30th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army launched the Yongyue Campaign and assembled more than 100,000 troops in Su County.
Around 3:00 PM on the 16th, rumors began circulating in Yuezhou Prefecture that the ghost army had been sighted in the direction of Sanjiang Doumen. Based on this information, members of the banking community contacted the Third District Commissioner and Security Commander. The commander called Doumen to inquire about the direction and was told that the ghost army had retreated.
But in fact, at this time, the Doumen Telecommunications Agency had been controlled by the traitorous special forces, and the reply the commander received showed that he had fallen into the trap of the traitors.
After 7 o'clock, the Juemin Stage in Huaxiang continued to perform "Thunderstorm" by the famous playwright Cao Yu, performed by the "86" Drama Troupe of the 86th Army of the local garrison.
Around 8 a.m., the atmosphere in society was already tense, and some organizations sent people to the theater to recall their own audience members. The theater was in chaos for a while. In the end, the performance barely made it to the end.
From 9 a.m. to 10:30 a.m., the banking sector and other corporate groups in the city were busy preparing ships and organizing supplies, while most government agencies were safe and sound, as if nothing had happened.
After 1:00 AM, sporadic gunfire began to be heard from the northwest and northeast outskirts of the city. Soon, the sounds intensified, occasionally reaching the alleys within the city. The vanguard of the Ghost Army had secured all the gates of Yuezhou, severing traffic between the city and the countryside, while the city dwellers remained in the dark.
Before dawn, the besieging ghost army, with the exception of a small number who continued to guard the city gates, began to advance into the city and immediately occupied several commanding heights such as Longshan and Jishan. The soldiers and civilians in the city began to fall into chaos.
Around dawn on the 17th, enemy planes continued to circle over the city for reconnaissance, posing a significant threat to the soldiers and civilians trying to break out. Around 9 a.m., the gunfire ceased, and the enemy had completely taken control of the city.
On the same day, the puppet army divided into three groups and surrounded Heshang Town in Su County. The Su County government retreated on the morning of the 18th and fled to Beizhou in Dongyangxian. This incident became known as the "April 17 Incident." The puppet army burned, killed, and looted throughout Su County, and many villages were completely plundered.
Yuezhou officially fell.
Liang Shengdi was woken up by Lin Wenxuan while she was sleeping. Her belly was more than three months old now, and she was the most sleepy at that time. She was a little unhappy to be woken up in the middle of the night.
“Oh…what…”
"Get up quickly! The Japanese are coming! Hurry!" Lin Wenxuan took the clothes and was about to put them on Liang Shengdi, his hands shaking with panic.
It was the old village chief. He was old and couldn't sleep. When he got up at night, he heard the sound of planes in the sky again. He looked towards the main road outside the village and saw some people running frantically from the west. He caught them and asked them, and they said that the Japanese devils on the bank of the river in Su County had started to move again.
He quickly turned around and went back to the village, beating gongs and drums from house to house to call people to get up and go into the mountains.
The first ones to wake up are usually the older ones, and then they frantically call the children at home.
When Lin Wenxuan half-supported and half-carried Liang Shengdi out, Zhang Xiaonv was stepping on the ladder to move the rice bags down from the beams.
"Mom, hey! It's already late! And you're still moving bags of rice! Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Zhang Xiaonv cried hoarsely,
"The seedlings we just planted are about to be harvested, and this year's harvest is nothing! If you don't move these away, do you want the three of us to starve to death in the mountains?"
Liang Shengdi broke free from Lin Wenxuan's arms and rushed over, carrying a rice bag on each shoulder.
Seeing this, Lin Wenxuan stopped talking and hurried to carry the grain bags.
The family of three each carried two large sacks, and only went out after hanging themselves upside down until they could no longer fit in them. The Dashan family next door had also just gone out, and their clothes were also full. Everyone ran up the mountain together in the dark.
In fact, it was not just them. Everyone was carrying food on their shoulders or backs, and even children of three or four years old were dragging small food bags.
Food is life. Even if they die and can’t eat it, they can’t let the Japanese eat it.
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