That's true.

But what qualifications does the third family have?

She didn't give birth to a lucky girl like Baoyatou.

Old Lady Shen scolded sternly, "Wu Zhaodi, hurry up and cook. We still have work to do today."

After a pause, he continued, "Don't forget to cut the pickles later. I'll go pick a cucumber and you can put it in the salad."

Then Old Mrs. Shen raised her foot and walked outside.

When passing by the thatched house, I looked at the paper-covered window with gritted teeth, thinking to myself, I'm going to deal with you soon.

Old man Shen was still feeling very stuck in traffic that morning.

What do these three families do?

The steamed steamed corn bread was harder than yesterday's. How could an old man like him swallow it? The pickled vegetables were cut into strips thicker than fingers. They were salty to begin with, and salt was added. It was the same as yesterday morning, without even a mouthful of porridge.

What's the difference between this and what that dead girl Xiaoxi said? Aren't they just two pieces of trash? I didn't think so before, because everything at home was well arranged, so I couldn't see it.

But now the veil has been torn off and everything inside can be seen.

He glared at Old Lady Shen, "You've spoiled her. Go out and see which daughter-in-law hasn't cooked for more than ten years after she got married. Are you marrying a rich lady or a grandfather?"

But of course I can't say this in front of my son and daughter-in-law.

Although the third brother, Shen Jun, usually doesn't say much, he is actually a protective wife.

"You still blame me for this. Haven't we been through this for so many years? How could I have known that the unlucky person in the old family would just give up like that?"

Speaking of this, Old Lady Shen did feel a little regretful.

It’s okay for the second daughter not to cook because she had the credit for giving birth to the precious girl, but what’s the reason for the third daughter’s cooking?

She has no good looks and no dowry.

He is not good at anything, he eats everything without leaving any residue, he is so lazy and dirty.

If she hadn't been watching over me today, I wouldn't have been able to finish my meal.

But even so, she hadn't worked in the kitchen for more than ten years in the Shen family.

When she thought of this, Mrs. Shen suddenly became furious.

She walked into the west room, pointed at Wu Zhaodi and yelled, "Eat, eat, eat. All you know is to eat. Are you a starving ghost who has been reincarnated? You haven't fed the pigs or the chickens. Are they all waiting for me to do the cooking?"

"My second sister-in-law didn't feed the pigs and chickens yesterday, why is she only blaming me?" Wu Zhaodi frowned. She knew that the food she cooked was not tasty and she was in a bad mood. She never expected that the old lady would scold her. She retorted rudely.

"How dare you compare yourself with your second sister-in-law? Don't you see what a loser you gave birth to? You still dare to yell at me. Stop eating and go feed the pigs."

Shen Jun frowned tightly, feeling a little unhappy.

He was unhappy not because of his wife's work, but because what his mother said was too unpleasant.

In the past, these words were used to scold Shen Mingxi, and they didn't make any sense.

But now he was actually scolding his own girl. Although he also felt that his precious girl was a money-loser and stupid, he felt embarrassed to be scolded like that.

But he couldn't go against his mother, so he could only point at Wu Zhaodi and said, "Who told you to talk back to me? Go now."

Wu Zhaodi was about to have a fit.

Old man Shen walked in, slammed his chopsticks on the dining table, and scolded sternly, "Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? Are you done with it?"

The room was quiet for a moment. Shen Jun felt that he really couldn't eat the food in front of him. He got off the kang with a steamed bun of unrecognizable shape, reached out to grab Wu Zhaodi, and staggered out of the main room.

Ji Daju muttered, "This is all my sister-in-law's fault. If she hadn't given up, so many things wouldn't have happened..."

The people in the room looked at each other and thought of the same thing: Ji Daju was right, it was all Chen Li's fault.

…

In the wheat fields of Kaoshantun.

There is not much work today, just finishing work.

It is much more relaxed than the previous few days, so everyone has a smile on their face. The policies are good now and more food is distributed to everyone. After the summer harvest is over and the wheat is distributed, we can steam white flour buns and make fried pancakes to eat.

Thinking of this, everyone worked even harder.

Shen Yu is together with her two sons.

When he came out in the morning, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew that this was the last day, so he just held on and took a rest tomorrow.

But just as he bent down to bundle the wheat, his eyes went dark, he lost his balance, and fell to the side.

There is newly cut wheat stubble next to it, which is very sharp. If you fall down, you will get hurt by the stubble.

Instinctively, Shen Yu used his hands to support himself, but unexpectedly, he knocked over the sickle next to him, and his left wrist was cut by the sickle.

The sharp sickle instantly cut Shen Yu's blood vessels.

Blood gushed out.

The accident happened so quickly that the people around him didn't even have time to react.

Shen Jiawen, who was standing a few steps away, felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw Shen Yu lying in the wheat field.

His eyes were about to burst out, and he rushed over and hugged Shen Yu's body. Looking at the blood gushing out like a spurt, his mind exploded, and for a moment it was blank.

The next moment, he roared, "Qingshan, go call Doctor Qi quickly!"

Shen Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then ran towards the clinic.

Someone grabbed him and said, "Don't go. Doctor Qi went to the county town today and won't be back until the evening..."

Shen Jiawen's ears were buzzing. He pressed his father's wrist, trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.

But he still heard these words. His face turned pale, and he picked up his father and ran towards the main road. Shen Qingshan followed and shouted, "Hurry up and hold down our father's wound!"

Everyone else was terrified, too.

Where have I ever seen such a scene?

They all ran over.

Shen Mingxi was not far from here and also heard the chaotic shouting.

It turned out to be the eldest brother's voice.

When she looked over, she saw her eldest brother holding their father and stumbling towards the roadside.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue.

Her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

The next moment, Shen Mingxi ran madly towards his elder brother.

Others also put down their sickles and looked in surprise at the sudden chaos ahead.

Shen Jiawen had already carried the unconscious Shen Yu to the roadside, and Shen Mingxi finally caught up with them. She took a quick look and saw that Shen Yu's clothes and wrists were covered in red blood.

She seemed to see a scene from a nightmare.

Shen Qingshan cried, "Brother, I can't hold the wound..."

(End of this chapter)