Lin understood and assured her son, "I won't have to. I'll keep my voice down. It's cold now. Go inside and study. Pass the imperial examinations soon. Our Fu family still depends on you to bring honor to our family."
Fu Yi Bo nodded and went back to his room.
Lin turned around, her smile fading into a cold, stern expression. She roughly dragged Bei Yutang to the well, hands on her hips, and said, "Wash all these basins of clothes for me. If you don't finish them today, don't even think about eating or sleeping."
Bei Yutang slumped down on the cold floor, looking at the pile of clothes in front of her. These were winter clothes, which were already difficult to wash. Add to that the cold weather and her frail body, and it was impossible to finish washing them today. But she also knew that Lin was not just talking; she could really do it.
The original owner, Bei Yutang, dragged her sick body, soaked her hands in ice-cold water, and washed clothes resignedly.
It was almost noon when Mrs. Lin came out of the house and saw her still washing clothes by the well. "Bei Yutang, are you a snail? Why are you so slow? It's been a whole morning and the clothes are still not washed. What time is it now? Why don't you go cook for your husband? Do you want an old woman like me to serve you?"
The original owner was sent by Lin to make lunch, while she stood in the kitchen watching her, as if afraid she would steal some food. Once the food was ready, she took it all away and said to Bei Yutang, "Okay, you can do the laundry now. Really, you're so slow! I don't know why our Fu family is so unlucky to have married such a daughter-in-law."
Bei Yutang was tired and hungry, and her body was slightly hot again. She saw Lin carrying the leftover food. She thought she would leave it for her, but Lin gave it all to the old hen.
Lin glanced at her and said to the old hen, "Eat more. When you're full, you can lay eggs for me. You're the best. You can lay eggs when you're full, unlike some hens who won't lay eggs even if they eat."
Fu Yi Bo walked out of the house and saw Bei Yutang still squatting by the well washing clothes. Her hands were already red and swollen from being soaked in the cold water. However, Fu Yi Bo just glanced at her and ignored her.
Bei Yutang looked at his departing back in disappointment, with a bitter smile on the corner of her lips.
What was she still hoping for? He was no longer the Fu Yibo she knew.
Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder, did he really love her?
No wonder her father said that he was not her ideal man, but she did not listen to her father and even broke off relations with him in order to marry him. She fell into deep regret, regretting her blindness and her stubbornness.
Bei Yutang, the original owner, finished washing the clothes under Lin's supervision for a whole day. Then, lying on the cold bed, covered with a thin, worn quilt, even if she wrapped herself tightly, she still couldn't feel a trace of warmth.
She thought that if she died like this, it would be a kind of relief. However, God did not let her wish come true.
In such a harsh environment, she is still alive.
Because of this, Lin tortured her even more, forcing her to do the heaviest labor and eating less than she would eat in a single meal. Her hands, already suffering from frostbite from the cold winter water, were left with no ointment or rest. Their condition worsened, and the wounds even tore open, oozing pus.
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