Mrs. Song could only take out ten yuan from her body in pain and stuffed it into Song Dasha's hand.

Song Dasha took the money, he wiped his mouth again, and went back to his house, if it wasn't for the fact that it was dark now, he immediately wanted to give the money to the nectarine.

"Can't you take it off?"

Mrs. Song held a broom and beat Tang Yuxin from time to time, and her hands were also tearing the clothes on her body.

Tang Yuxin shrunk her into a ball, no matter how Mrs. Song beat her, she clutched the clothes on her body tightly, clothes made of coarse cloth, although they were very hard to wear, although they were also very old, but there was only one benefit, that is, they were very strong.

Mrs. Song was tired and panting, but in the end, she didn't tear her clothes, and of course she didn't let Tang Yuxin take off her clothes.

"You're not going to take it off, are you?"

Mrs. Song put her hand on her waist, directly took out a rope from the side, tied the person indiscriminately, and then directly pushed into Song Dasha's house.

"Mom, what do you ask her to do, I don't want her. ”

Song Da Fool sat up on his bed, with a disgusted expression, he likes nectarines that look good, and can play with him. This woman is thin and dry, she doesn't laugh, she doesn't play with him, she doesn't talk, he just hates it, he doesn't want her to stay in his room, it's not fun at all.

"Good son. ”

Mrs. Song hurriedly came over and coaxed Song Dasha again, don't look at Song Dasha as stupid, but his temperament is stubborn like a cow, if this cow is opened, I am afraid that nothing will be able to pull it back.

"Good son," Mrs. Song hurriedly did her son's work again, "Today you will let her stay in your house for one night, and Mom will give you ten yuan, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Song Dasha clapped his hands, this is the promise.

Mrs. Song hurriedly tied the bundled Tang Yuxin directly to the corner of the bed, anyway, it was the same wherever she was tied, as long as she did it.

Song Dasha got twenty yuan all of a sudden, and now he is happy, and he doesn't care if Tang Yuxin is here.

He stretched out his foot and kicked Tang Yumin hard, this kick also kicked Tang Yuxin's leg bone, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down Tang Yuxin's forehead, and at this time, her face was almost full of scratches, which were scratched by Mrs. Song.

Her muscles trembled again, and she clenched her teeth without humming a word.

"Don't go on my kang, or I'll kill you. ”

Song Dasha kicked Tang Yuxin again, and then took twenty yuan and rolled on his kang.

And Mrs. Song, who was standing on the side, looked at her teeth and looked sour.

Son, Mom doesn't want you to beat her, if you beat her, you can have a grandson, and without your help, Mom will definitely beat her to death, but what's the use of beating her? If you beat her again, she still won't be able to give birth to a son

And now Mrs. Song's heart is like being pricked by a needle, grandson, grandson, her grandson.

Song Dasha started snoring after a while, this snoring sound can be heard from outside the door, he sleeps on all fours, like a pig, I don't know what to dream about, his mouth is still humming, and he is also drooling on a pillow.

He slept in it soundly, and this snoring was also a night, and Mrs. Song stood outside all night, and it was also a cold wind that blew all night, obviously it was cold all day and she was going to grit her teeth, but she was anxious and her mouth was blistered.

Didn't Mrs. Sun say that as long as you take this medicine, you will immediately want a woman, she also said that you can't put too much in this medicine, just put half of it is enough, if you put too much, be careful that the woman is tortured to death, and there is no woman, where is the grandson?

And Mrs. Song was afraid that it would not be enough, afraid that her son would be stupid, but in the end, she put most of it in, thinking about how it was, it would be a success.

But after drinking all this medicine, why did she, a stupid son, sleep like this all night.

She pushed open the door and went in in disbelief, but when she saw the situation inside, she couldn't even shed tears.

saw that her son was still lying flat on his back, Tang Yuxin was still tied to the side of the bed by her, the clothes on her body were in good condition, what was she like when she went out, and what she still looks like now.

"Nectarine ......"

Song Dasha scratched his chest, and then he shed a quilt, anyway, they all fell asleep, didn't it mean that this medicine can make men think about women, but why didn't her son react at all?

No, she turned around and went out, this thing is not right, she is going to Mrs. Sun, it won't be Mrs. Sun who gave her away, that's three hundred yuan, her three hundred yuan, how much land do you have to dig to be able to dig it out, they are reluctant to eat even one egg, just want to save this money.

I don't know how many eggs I saved to be able to sell for these three hundred yuan.

Not to mention the others, take her money, this is what kills her.

She spends a dime every day and is distressed, and this time she used up three hundred yuan, but she didn't want to peel off her skin and bones.

Tang Yuxin opened her eyes, her body was still tied, because the bundle was too tight, she couldn't feel where her hand was looking, her wrist was swollen, and the wound on her face was still painful.

This time she escaped, yes, she did.

I just don't know if there's a next time.

And when will such a day come to an end, she doesn't know, she can't figure it out, she just endured it like this for a day, and persevered for a day.

Outside, the sun was rising, and the rising sun carried a cold wind, and once again gently swept over everyone's faces, and it seemed that even those dry tree skills were dyed with some warmth.

Such a warm warm color.

Such a light golden.

Such an impersonal village

Besides, Mrs. Song went to Mrs. Sun's place, early in the morning, Mrs. Sun's family was still asleep, but Mrs. Song was standing at the door of her house, shouting and scolding.

The words of scolding are very ugly, and almost all of them are shameful and can make people die by hitting the wall, if there are still people in this village who dare not provoke, Mrs. Song is one of them, this should start from Mrs. Song just married into the village, and I couldn't see it at that time, how spicy she was, I just knew that I was in a hurry, but once, the chicken next door ate Mrs. Song's rice.

But the neighbor didn't recognize whether he was alive or dead, Mrs. Song directly took a small stool, sat at the door of someone's house, and scolded directly for three days and three nights, scolding as ugly as it sounded, so the ancestors of the family for eighteen generations, buried in the ancestral grave, not buried, all of them were greeted one by one, or not bumping words, not repeating, and then the family couldn't stand it anymore, and the family was almost about to commit suicide when they were scolded.