"Just spoil her. I can't beat a worthless little girl who's a liar. If you cry again, I'll throw you away and throw you into the mountains to feed the wild beasts."
Sanya's little body trembled, and she shook her head desperately, "No, don't abandon me, I won't cry anymore, don't cry, I don't want to be eaten"
“Knock knock!”
Political Commissar Li knocked on the door and called out, "Jianguo, it's me."
Zhao Jianguo went to open the door and saw the couple and asked curiously, "Political Commissar Li, are you and your sister-in-law here for something?"
Political Commissar Li said politely, "The child is crying so hard, is he sick? Why don't we take him to the hospital for a checkup?"
Zhu Xiujuan, who was sitting at the dining table, spoke out loud and clear, interrupting her husband to speak. "She's not sick, she just won't eat. She starts crying when I say a few words to her. The little girl is just spoiled. You can't hit her or scold her."
Liu Hongying said, "The child doesn't eat. Maybe he's not feeling well. We should go see him. The military hospital is more convenient."
Zhu Xiujuan, "Why go to the hospital? No need to go. We don't have that kind of money. Besides, it's normal for a child to cry."
Liu Hongying walked in and pointed at the back of the child's head. "Oh my God, why is there such a big swelling on the child's head? I heard in my hometown that someone died soon after having a big swelling on their head. This is not a trivial matter. It could be fatal."
"Our daughter isn't that precious. If she gets any discomfort, she'll just have to endure it and it will pass. That's how every child gets through it."
Political Commissar Li also tried to persuade her in a gentle voice, "Girls are also human beings. They are also human lives. They are flesh and blood that fell from your own body. As a mother, you are the only one who feels sorry for them."
"I'm cruel. If I were cruel, I would have thrown her on the side of the road long ago."
San Ya covered her head and said weakly, "Mom, it hurts..."
Zhu Xiujuan said fiercely, "If you don't shut up, you're the only one who's causing trouble. What's hurting? How can a child know what pain is?"
Nothing has gone well for her recently. Her house was taken away and she had to undergo ideological education for three days. Her husband thought she was bringing shame to him in the army.
And blame her for doing something unnecessary and in vain...
She was holding her breath, her emotions suppressed, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and she got mad at the slightest thing. She raised her hand and slapped her in the face, "Pa!"
San Ya was just a five-year-old child. She was slapped so hard that she fell off the chair.
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