Chapter 23 First Encounter with the Enemy

But after the incident with the twins.

All the villages in the surrounding area knew that a woman had become a concubine in Jiangjia Village.

Among the women in the village who got married during those years, those with other surnames had it better, but none of the girls with the surname Jiang had a good marriage.

After all, the fact that she could become a concubine shows that the women in this clan have bad conduct. Who would dare to marry her?

Zhang Jinlan hated it.

She hates it so much!

So when she heard Wang Taohua mention this, she was so angry that she started cursing.

"That's right. If Sanzhuzi and his family dare to come back, the villagers will spit at them. It's better to be sold as a maid than a concubine. Sign a working contract and work in the master's house until you are 25 years old. Then you can find a good family to marry. Isn't it better than being a concubine?

For a hundred taels of silver, even the face and the clan are gone. Is it worth it? Sister-in-law, just wait and see. Sooner or later, the Sanzhu family will suffer retribution. "

Wang Taohua and Zhang Jinlan had a great time.

Naturally, I know what's bothering her.

So she echoed Zhang Jinlan's words and cursed Sanzhuzi together.

"What are you talking about here, old woman? Aren't you going to farm? What are you going to eat and drink in the future? Are you going to starve? Still talking! Come here quickly, the seeds need to be planted. If you keep talking, it will be dark!"

Jiang Shengzi, who was plowing the ground nearby, saw his daughter-in-law Wang Taohua chatting with others for a long time and not going back to work.

He was so angry that he threw the hoe in his hand to the ground and cursed loudly.

"Oh, how could I forget about this? I have to plant the seeds, sister-in-law, let's go to your house to chat some other day. I have to work. You know my wife's temper. Zhao'er, let's go quickly. Your father is angry."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law knew they were in the wrong and didn't dare to continue the conversation.

left quickly.

And the topic of dragon and phoenix fetuses ended there.

They just thought Jiang Fubao was a child and was joking.

I wouldn't take it to heart.

Jiang Fubao shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

She sat back down in her little chair.

Anyway, in more than six months, the mystery will finally be revealed.

Jiang Fubao raised his eyelids and looked around.

There was a man and a woman standing on each field.

They bent over and worked diligently, the men holding hoes and the women carrying bamboo baskets.

The basket contains brown rice seeds.

It seems that working together gives me extra strength.

My two older brothers also followed my mother and helped plant the seeds.

As early as the beginning of spring ploughing, the weeds in the fields were cleared.

So, at a glance.

The dark brown mud ground looked somewhat clean.

Even if farmyard manure was applied on the soil, it would have been absorbed by the soil long ago.

Only occasionally can I smell a faint odor at the tip of my nose.

Barely tolerable.

People here never use paper for defecation or peeing, as paper is a very expensive commodity, not to mention sanitary napkins. Women use menstrual belts during their menstruation, which are made of old linen. They wash them when they get dirty, dry them in the sun, and then use them again when they are dry.

Infinite loop.

Most women prepare three pairs of underwear for changing.

Avoid changing your clothes before the previous one is dried.

And the conditions are worse.

They even use dry straw to pad their underpants.

The menstrual blood wet the straw and trapped under her crotch. You can imagine how it smelled.

Moreover, straw is too dirty, and many poor women have developed gynecological diseases because of it, suffering from unbearable pain and itching, but no one dares to speak out.

Not to mention going to the clinic for treatment.

There are no female doctors in this world.

Even if there are any, they are raised privately by the big families at their own expense.

It will never be the turn of the farmers to enjoy it.

Therefore, poor women who suffer from gynecological diseases can only endure it day by day.

Suffered too much.

Jiang Fubao shuddered.

Fortunately, she stocked up a lot of sanitary napkins in the space.

There is also an automatic replenishment function, which you can use up in your lifetime.

Thank God!

Jiang Fubao becomes frightened when talking about menstrual belts. This thing is okay to use in winter as it can keep you warm, but in summer, the heat is oppressive and a menstrual belt that has been stuffy all day will turn into a bacterial culture dish mixed with sweat.

When she grows up, she will give the sanitary napkins to the family members.

She lied that she bought it from a merchant from another place.

Forget it now.

I'm only three years old and I can't do anything.

Just as Jiang Fubao was daydreaming, a number of villagers slowly walked out of the village on the ridge of the field.

They carried hoes and bamboo baskets and crossed the wooden bridge to go to their own fields.

One of them looked very familiar.

Jiang Fubao looked at her for a few seconds before realizing that she was Jiang Yuting, the woman who caused the original owner to fall into the water.

The third granddaughter of Patriarch Jiang.

Nickname: Sanniu.

Jiang Sanniu was thin, with dry and yellow hair and a dark face. She was wearing a linen suit with at least twenty patches on it.

Some patches are even put on top of old patches.

The clothes are so torn that they can't be torn any more.

Her face is not as round and chubby as Jiang Fubao's.

Like skin covering bones.

Deeply sunken.

If they cut their hair short, it would be hard to tell whether they are men or women.

He looks like a little beggar.

Such a poor person actually wanted to kill the original owner?

Jiang Fubao was a little confused.

Could it be that the original owner had some deep hatred with her?

She searched the original owner's memory several times, but could not find the real purpose of Jiang Sanniu pushing the original owner into the water.

"Sanniu, hurry up. You are so old, why do you like to be lazy? Look at the girl next door, Shi'er, who is one year younger than you and works very efficiently. I raised you to this age, but you just know how to annoy me every day. You can't even walk a few steps without crawling! Come here quickly! What are you dawdling for!"

Before Jiang Fubao could figure out what was going on, Jiang Sanniu was scolded.

Her mother, Zhou Gaier, was pointing at her and cursing.

“Pah-Pah—”

As if scolding was not enough, Zhou Gaier slapped him twice.

Jiang Sanniu was beaten so hard that she cried out in pain.

She knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Ah, don't hit me, Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't walk so slowly. Mom, the bamboo basket is too heavy, Sanniu can't lift it." Jiang Sanniu's voice was a little sharp and spread everywhere.

This caused many people to put down their work and look up.

"Tsk tsk, this Zhou is really cruel. She tortured her daughters beyond recognition. No matter how much she loves her sons, she can't treat her daughters like this. Look, she started beating Sanniu again. No wonder Sanniu could do such a wicked thing. She is just like her mother."

Wang Taohua clicked her tongue several times.

"She gave birth to four daughters before finally fulfilling her dream of having a son. So she hated these girls and felt that they were blocking the path of her precious son. Well, even if she didn't like them, she couldn't abuse them like this. It's pitiful that all children are born the same. Whether they are good or bad is determined by how people teach them. If the mother is not a good person, how can she expect her children to become successful?"

There was heartache in Xu Zhaoer's eyes.

"If I had four daughters, I wouldn't have enough time to feel sorry for them. God is so blind that he sent so many children to other families..."

[But they even want to take my only daughter away]

Xu Zhaoer kept the last sentence in his heart and did not say it out loud.

The early death of her daughter was a lifelong pain for her.