When Song Haitao saw Li Zhen being rubbed on the ground by Old Lady Song, he jumped up and clapped and shouted from the side.
"Grandma, hit her! Hit her hard!"
Song Dalong was so anxious that he scratched his head. Seeing his son adding fuel to the fire, he slapped him on the back of the head.
"You little brat, you heartless wretch! Your mother gave birth to you, you unfilial wretch!"
Song Haitao: "Hmph! So what if she gave birth to me? She always hits me and doesn't care about me. Only my breastfeeding mother cares about me. I like my breastfeeding mother, not her!"
Song Haitao's words were like a knife to Li Zhen's heart. This was her son, whom she had carried for ten months and had given birth to. He was closer to his mother-in-law than to his mother.
At this moment, she was heartbroken and physically weaker than Old Lady Song, so she was beaten by Old Lady Song and couldn't fight back.
Song Xiaomei glanced at the chaotic room, then picked up her bowl and started drinking corn porridge. Not full after finishing one bowl, she drank everyone else's as well.
Finally, he let out a burp. Although there was no meat to eat, it was good enough to be full.
After eating, I lay down to sleep.
After Old Lady Song had finished beating him, she stood up and clapped her hands.
Song Dalong quickly helped Li Zhen, whose face was bruised and swollen, up. "Wife, are you alright?"
Li Zhen burst into tears, her cries so heart-wrenching that they could be heard throughout Songjiatun.
"Oh dear, the Song family is fighting again!"
"They can't even stop during the Chinese New Year! This whole family is insane!"
Li Zhen cried and slapped Song Dalong. Song Dalong didn't dare to fight back, and feeling guilty, he let her hit him.
"I can't live like this anymore, everyone's bullying me... I don't want to live anymore..."
Old Mrs. Song slapped him again, cursing, "If you don't want to live, then die! Nobody's stopping you. You bitch, I'm warning you, Da Long is my son, you're not allowed to hit him!"
Li Zhen cried bitterly, feeling so wronged and frustrated that she had nowhere to vent her anger.
She really wanted to smash her head against the wall and die, but after thinking about it, she didn't have the courage.
Old Mrs. Song gave her a disdainful look and pulled Song Haitao back to the kang (a heated brick bed).
I'm hungry and want to eat something.
As a result, they found that all the bowls on the small table were empty, and Song Xiaomei was fast asleep with her bottom sticking up.
Enraged, Old Lady Song slapped her on the bottom, waking Song Xiaomei up.
"Ouch...it hurts!"
Old Mrs. Song: "You brat, did you eat all the corn porridge?"
Song Xiaomei huddled in the corner, too scared to speak.
Old Mrs. Song understood everything and immediately flew into a rage.
"You brat, are you a pig? You can eat so much! You've eaten all of our food, are you trying to starve us to death?"
Song Xiaomei was so frightened by the old woman's fierce gaze that she trembled and could not utter a word.
Song Haitao said pitifully, "Grandma, I'm hungry."
Grandma Song: "Grandson, I'll go check if there's anything left in the pot."
When Old Lady Song ran to the kitchen, she found the pot clean. She turned back with a stick in her hand and gave Song Xiaomei a good beating.
The entire Song family was filled with wailing and howling.
In the house across the street, Huang Juan finished her meal, instructed Song Dani and her sister to wash the dishes, and then she tidied herself up and went out.
Song Dapeng lifted his eyelids and glanced in the direction of the door, then went back to sleep.
With Song Darong back and Zhou Zan joining the group, the earthen bed was very crowded.
But the ground was too cold, and only the kang (heated brick bed) was warm, so everyone had no choice but to squeeze together.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua placed Song Fanxing between them and let Zhou Zan sleep on the side.
Zhou Zan refused and crawled over to squeeze next to Song Fanxing to lie down.
Song Yaohui, who was squeezed to the side: ...
He grabbed Zhou Zan and threw him aside.
He wouldn't allow any man to be near his sister, not even little boys.
Undeterred, Zhou Zan climbed over and squeezed next to Song Fanxing.
This time, he was smarter and clung tightly to Song Fanxing's arm.
"I want to sleep next to my sister!"
Song Fanxing felt sorry for his background; he had just lost his parents, and it was normal for the poor child to lack a sense of security.
So she raised her little hand and gently patted his back, coaxing him, "Sweetie, little Zan Zan, go to sleep. I'll stay with you, don't be afraid!"
It's like coaxing a child to take a nap at kindergarten.
This is her specialty.
Zhou Zan nestled against her forearm, grinned, and closed his eyes contentedly.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua: ...
They sensed a crisis; someone wanted to take their lovely little sister away.
Song Darong frowned and looked at Zhou Zan, feeling the same way.
What's going on? I don't really like that Zhou Zan kid.
However, considering that he had just lost his parents, he refrained from leaving him on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Fang Jie was overjoyed to see the three men in her house looking like they were about to beat up Zhou Zan.
She could already imagine how difficult it would be for her future son-in-law to marry their daughter. Dealing with one man was already difficult, but her future son-in-law would have to deal with three.
There are so many difficulties...
Song Fanxing patted Zhou Zan's back gently like a little adult, and Zhou Zan fell asleep in no time.
The three men around him were so angry that they couldn't sleep.
On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Zan felt unwelcome, as Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua glared at him from time to time.
He had no choice but to follow Song Fanxing wherever she went.
Fang Jie cooked three large plates of dumplings and brought them to the table, steaming hot. Song Fanxing swallowed hard.
She loves dumplings, especially the ones her mother makes.
Zhou Zan was already starving and swallowed hard.
Everyone gathered around and squeezed onto the kang (heated brick bed) to eat the hot dumplings.
Fang Jie cooked a little of each kind of filling.
Song Darong sighed that his family's life was getting better and better. He couldn't even remember the last time he had dumplings. Moreover, his wife had made several kinds of fillings, all with meat, and there was a big basket of them in the yard.
After eating dumplings, Song Yaohui played with his younger siblings in the yard.
The bayberries, chestnuts, and walnuts in the space were all ripe. Song Fanxing picked some of each, and then picked a basket of peaches.
Song Darong stared at the table in shock.
"Wife, where did you get all this stuff?"
These things aren't available this season. Did you get them from the mountains and store them in a cellar?
No, no, things that have been stored for months can't be this fresh.
He was getting increasingly puzzled, especially since they were now able to eat fresh vegetables at home.
Yesterday, when he saw his daughter giving peaches to Zhou Zan, he found it strange, but he was so focused on his daughter that he forgot about it. Now that he thinks about it, it really is odd.
Fang Jie handed him a peach and said vaguely, "Don't worry about where it came from, it wasn't stolen, so you can eat it without worry."
Song Darong had no choice but to shut up and eat the peach. If his wife didn't want to talk, she didn't have to, and he didn't ask.
He glanced at the 20 or so chickens in the yard.
"Honey, you're so capable, raising so many chickens at home all by yourself. You've worked so hard."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "It's alright."
She really didn't work hard. Her daughter took care of all the chickens and pigs at home. She didn't do much work. Even the grains, vegetables, and fruits at home were grown by her daughter in her space, so they could eat as much as they wanted.
If anyone has had a hard time, it's my daughter.
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