Things here have been settled, but there are still rumors in the village and no one dares to speak out.

I always feel that if Xu Niannian wasn’t so beautiful, she wouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble.

People are like this, sometimes they don't necessarily have to be the first to flirt and then be mean.

When she received Lu Huaijin's telegram, she was about to pack up and go to the farm. She had already discussed with them over the past two days and would go there to work temporarily for a while.

It just makes up for the original technician's shortcomings.

Song Xiaohong watched her packing up her things, and came out of the bedroom and took out a pair of shoes with thousand-layer soles that she had sewn for her:

"It will be more comfortable to wear thick-soled shoes like these when going to the farm. Thank you very much this time. If it weren't for you, I would still have to bear the stigma."

That day, the village chief and his family, along with the men in their family, rushed into the neighboring village of Woliheng.

He pulled the poplar tree out of the ground and slapped him in the face with a loud slap:

"Yang Shu, what did you say when you married my daughter?"

"Now look, she just had a miscarriage and you dare to hit her."

Yang Shu glanced at the villagers who were watching the fun around him, and saw disbelief in his eyes. Some people in the village thought it was normal to beat their wives.

But any man would think it is wrong to beat a woman who just had a miscarriage.

Yang Shu gritted his teeth:

"It's not my fault. It's Xiaohong's fault that she's in poor health and couldn't keep the baby. She never gave birth to a son. Isn't it just because of what she said that I hit her twice?"

When the villagers heard this reason, they understood it. After all, Xiaohong had never given birth to a son for the Yang family, so it was no wonder that they were angry.

When the Song family heard this, they were furious:

"You hit her twice? My daughter's face was swollen after two hits? You asked someone to do the laundry and cook right after the miscarriage? Even an old ox wouldn't do that."

When Yang's mother saw that her son was beaten, she hurried over and heard these words.

Slap your thigh with your palm:

"Oh, what my father-in-law said really hurts us. Look at our worthless lives. Some of us gave birth to babies directly in the fields, and we still had to go back to work after giving birth. How can we be so pampered?"

In a word, it was Song Xiaohong who was blamed, saying that she was spoiled.

Father Song was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

Song Laosan stepped forward:

"My sister has been examined by others and there is nothing wrong with her. When did Yang Shu go to the hospital? Maybe he is a eunuch and he can't poop so he blames the toilet."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people watching around burst into laughter.

Yang Shu was speechless. He was very short of time. He usually heard from his brothers that they all started out within half an hour. Wasn't it very difficult for him to finish the task in half an hour?

He was a little afraid that someone would discover this secret, and when he heard Song Laosan say that he wanted to go to the hospital to see a doctor, he was very reluctant.

Beads of sweat also appeared on his head. He endured the discomfort and roared:

"How could there be a problem with me? This is a woman's thing."

Uncle Song pulled the person over directly:

"Then it's not up to you. Follow me to the hospital."

He had made some inquiries before coming and specifically found a doctor who was famous in the area and not far from their village.

It was only a few miles away, and some of them were so eager to watch the fun that they even wanted to follow them.

Yang Shu was taken away. Naturally, Yang's mother was unwilling to let him go. Yang's father and brother also hurriedly grabbed him:

"What's the matter? Can't you just talk it out? Why do you have to force me?"

Father Song snorted coldly:

"Don't say that. We are doing this for his own good. We are going to check his body, not feed him poison."

"That's not the way to put it. There's nothing wrong with men."

The people watching the excitement shouted:

"People are suspicious of you, why are you afraid of this if you are fine?"

"Yes, we know the doctor, and it only takes half an hour to walk there."

"We'll go with you."

.......

Father Yang looked a little unhappy. He also suspected that there was something wrong with his son. Could it be that he had inherited it from him?

With everyone saying so, Yang Shu was in a difficult situation.

Song Laosan didn't give them much time to hesitate, and directly pulled everyone to go to the doctor.

After walking for half an hour, we finally arrived.

Yang Shu mustered up his courage and finally sat in front of the doctor.

The old doctor stroked his beard, examined for two minutes, and finally uttered a sentence:

"Do you have frequent urination, lower back pain, and lack of energy all day?"

Yang Shu nodded subconsciously.

The old doctor felt the pulse again:

"The equipment is not very good, but it may be saved after some adjustment."

The crowd immediately exploded:

"Doctor, what do you mean? Is he not capable? He can't do that!"

"Is it a eunuch?"

The doctor shook his head;

"Yes, but the seeds are too bad and they won't produce any fruit."

"If you take care of it, maybe you can be saved."

Yang Shu was not happy. After hearing this, he knew that even if he got divorced, he wouldn't be able to find anyone to marry, let alone Song Xiaohong.

Isn't this a rumor?

He stood up immediately:

"You are not a good doctor. Be careful or I will report you."

Song Lao San, who was following behind him, said with a smile:

"Just now, people said that your symptoms were all correct."

Yang's mother also jumped out;

"What do you, an unmarried young man, know? Is your upbringing so bad?"

"He's just a village doctor, how good can his skills be?"

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