Chapter 947: The female protagonist of the sad drama (2)
After reading the original owner's memories, Shi Chu knew Ning Guoyun's style of doing things and wanted to curse. Damn it, the zombies of the Qing Dynasty were more open-minded than her. How could she still retain such disgusting feudal ideas after more than 40 years of liberation? She still wanted to pass on the family line, not cut off the incense, and follow the three obediences and four virtues? I'm so stupid!
If she was willing to be an idiot by herself, it would be fine, but because of her, the moral standards of women were raised to the sky by the people around her. Women were required to earn money to support the family and give birth to sons. If they couldn't give birth to sons, they had to agree to let the man give birth outside. They couldn't have any complaints and had to work hard for their husband's family and raise illegitimate children...
What, you can't do it? How can Ning Guoyun do it? !
In the past few decades, people have finally begun to have some understanding of gender equality. They know that women can be the masters of the household and be independent and self-reliant, and if men are not capable of this, they can divorce.
My goodness, after Ning Guoyun set such an example, the living environment of the women around her became even worse, and it was directly regressed by dozens or even hundreds of years. She single-handedly destroyed the results of decades of struggle of the vast majority of women.
Shi Chu almost wanted to vomit blood. Ning Guoyun was the public enemy of women.
Shi Chu shook his head, thinking that when Xue Yanzong went bankrupt, he couldn't let him run away, he had to let him stay. Wasn't Ning Guoyun a virtuous and good woman? How could such a good woman not have a husband to serve her? So he had to help her keep her husband.
When Qiao Shichu returned to his home, Yu Changfan had already started mopping the floor. When he saw his wife coming back, he smiled and said, "Wife, you're back? I'll go give my son a bath after I finish mopping the floor."
Yu Changfan did not have Xue Yanzong's messy feudal ideas, and was willing to share housework with his wife, but he just loved to play, and always wanted to hang out outside and drink and brag with friends like he did before marriage.
However, if the original owner got angry and dragged him back home, he would still work obediently and would not bear grudges. He would curse and fight with the original owner outside because he was angry at the moment and did not want to lose face in front of his friends. When he returned home and there were no outsiders around, he knew he was in the wrong and became very diligent out of a guilty conscience.
Qiao Shichu looked at the bloody marks on his neck from his fingernails, but he didn't treat them. He went to get the medical kit and said, "Come here, I'll treat your wound."
"Wound? What wound?" Yu Changfan came over obediently with a mop and asked.
Qiao Shichu took a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine and smeared it on the bloodstain on his neck.
"Hiss... be gentle... it hurts a little..." Yu Changfan said hurriedly. Only then did he realize that his neck was injured.
"You deserve it. I told you not to come home after work and try to be lazy. If you do this again next time, I will scratch your face until it breaks!" Qiao Shichu said angrily.
"I won't do it again, I won't do it again. There won't be a next time..." Yu Changfan begged for mercy quickly, and then said with a playful smile, "Wife, next time you tickle me, can you please not tickle the exposed parts of my face and neck? Others will laugh at me."
"You're just laughing. This is the punishment for not being a good husband." Qiao Shichu snorted coldly. He quickly applied medicine to the wound on his neck and looked him over again. Not finding any other wounds, he said, "Continue mopping the floor."
Yu Changfan lowered his head and went to mop the floor.
After Qiao Shichu put away the medicine box, he walked to the stroller and picked up little Yu Chengxuan, who had been looking at his parents curiously with his big eyes open.
"Mom...Mom..." Little Yu Chengxuan is just over one year old and has just started learning to speak. He calls "Mom" most fluently.
"Are you hungry, baby?" Qiao Shichu pinched his son's chubby little face and asked with a smile.
"Hungry! Hungry!" The little guy has no idea what hungry means, so he just imitates the last word of the adults' words and shouts.
Qiao Shichu touched his bulging belly, and he immediately became ticklish and started laughing, twisting his body.
"Did you feed him milk powder after you came back?" Qiao Shichu turned and asked Yu Changfan.
"No... I saw that he wasn't hungry, so I wanted to feed him after we had dinner later." Yu Changfan said confidently, "Look at the flesh on his body, which shows that he has too much nutrition, so we don't need to feed him so often with milk powder."
"I think you have excess water in your brain. He's just gaining milk fat, and the meat is all empty. How can there be excess nutrition?" Qiao Shichu rolled his eyes at him.
Yu Changfan touched his nose and said nothing.
Qiao Shichu held the little one in one hand and took out the bottle with the other hand to pour water and milk powder.
As soon as the little guy saw the bottle, he knew that his food was coming. He was so happy that he jumped a few times in Qiao Shichu's arms.
Qiao Shichu quickly held down his little body and said, "Be good and don't move. Mommy will make you some milk powder."
He immediately stopped moving obediently, staring at the bottle with his bright black round eyes without blinking.
After the milk powder is mixed, it has to be cooled down first, but the little guy can’t wait, he stretches out his little hand, looks at it eagerly, and says in a baby voice: "I want...I want..."
"It's too hot. It will burn your little tongue. Let it cool down before giving it to you to drink. Don't be anxious." Qiao Shichu coaxed him and held the chubby little hand he stretched out.
Because the original owner and her husband were both employees of the flour mill and had to work during the day, they could not take care of the child, and the child was not old enough to be sent to a nursery, so Yu Chengxuan was sent to be taken care of by his grandmother during the day.
The original owner's mother-in-law, Yu's mother, retired a few years ago and took care of the household chores at home and took care of the children for Yu Changfan's eldest brother.
Yu Changfan has an older brother and an older sister. His older sister married a long time ago, and his older brother also got married a long time ago. Their children are now ten years old. After Yu Changfan got married, the two brothers separated. Yu's father and mother naturally lived with their eldest son, but they would also help Yu Changfan take care of the children and were not too partial.
After feeding baby Yu Chengxuan, Qiao Shichu handed him over to Yu Changfan while she went to make dinner.
Although both husband and wife work, the flour mill's performance has been declining year by year in recent years, and they can hardly pay their salaries. Sometimes, the salaries are delayed for several months, so their family life is not actually very affluent.
Yu Changfan looked at the two plates of lightly fried cabbage hearts and scrambled eggs with black fungus on the table and said, "Next month's salary will probably be delayed again."
"There is probably more than 200 yuan in savings at home." Qiao Shichu recalled the numbers on the passbook and said.
Yu Changfan's monthly salary plus bonus is around 120 yuan, but he doesn't get a bonus every month, so the average is just over 100 yuan. Qiao Shichu's salary is sometimes less than 100 yuan, and the more than 200 yuan in the passbook is probably one and a half months' salary for the couple. With this little money to raise a child, it is simply not enough to spend.
The salary was delayed, and Yu Changfan was a little worried. He couldn't help but pinch the ignorant Yu Chengxuan and said, "Son, Dad can't afford to support you anymore."
(End of this chapter)
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