There are also some people who can't even get a house and can only live in dormitories with several other people. Did they complain?
When the old lady got home and heard her granddaughter crying loudly, she was furious. She started throwing things around, yelling, "Useless thing! You can't even raise a money-losing child properly!"
The old lady's daughter-in-law had attended literacy classes and received ideological education from the military. She knew that women could hold up half the sky and did not think that girls were a waste of money.
So she hugged the child tightly, glared at the old lady, and said, "You're a woman too, so aren't you a money-losing burden as well?"
The old lady had been mistreated outside and now wanted to vent all her anger on her daughter-in-law. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she subconsciously looked for a tool. Finally, her eyes locked onto a feather duster, which she picked up and used to hit her daughter-in-law.
To protect the child, the other party could only use their back to block the mother-in-law's feather duster.
The old lady was so angry that she didn't notice anything wrong with her daughter-in-law until she collapsed on the bed.
When the daughter-in-law collapsed, she put the child on the bed before losing consciousness.
The old lady went over and checked her breathing; she was exhaling more than inhaling, which startled her.
She quickly went out to call for help and took her daughter-in-law to the hospital.
While everyone was frantically carrying the person to the hospital, the old lady left the child alone at home.
It would be even better if she could starve to death.
One less person to feed!
People in the same courtyard heard the child crying but couldn't get in.
The old lady locked the door before leaving, just to keep out those kind-hearted people.
After no longer hearing the child cry, everyone assumed the child had cried himself to sleep and didn't think much of it. It wasn't until evening, when a heart-wrenching wail rang out, deafeningly loud, that everyone realized something had happened.
The child actually died young.
Everyone felt a little guilty. If they had been able to break down the door, would the child have been alright?
Some brave people went in to take a look. The baby, who was just over two months old, looked tiny and was severely malnourished.
"Xiao Sun, don't cry. The baby is over two months old, but looks even thinner than when he was born."
This kind of child will die sooner or later.
The granddaughter-in-law replied with tears streaming down her face, "I didn't have much to eat during my postpartum period, and I didn't have any breast milk, so the baby could only drink rice water every day."
Everyone gasped, "Your child was already small at birth, and you're still drinking rice porridge every day..."
It would be a miracle if they survived.
No one dared to say that last sentence.
But the granddaughter-in-law understood, looked up at her mother-in-law, and exclaimed, "It's you!"
"You deliberately knocked me unconscious, then locked the door, preventing anyone from touching my daughter, just to kill her, wasn't that it?"
The old woman vehemently denied it, saying, "She died young; who else can she blame?"
"She has only herself to blame!"
The granddaughter-in-law ignored what her mother-in-law was saying, stood up, and was about to hit someone, yelling, "You murderer!"
"Give me back my daughter's life!"
The old woman scoffed, "It's because she died young, how can you blame me?"
"Murderer, I will not let you get away with this!"
The granddaughter-in-law was stopped by everyone and couldn't hit her mother-in-law, so she could only turn around and walk out. She didn't believe that there was no one in the world who could control her wicked mother-in-law!
Finally, the granddaughter-in-law reported her mother-in-law to the military, and the old lady was quickly taken away.
Many people felt that the granddaughter-in-law went too far this time. The child's death was not her intention, so how could she directly take a life away from someone else?
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