When he woke up again, Shumin's mind was much clearer. After that dream, she realized her situation. It's sad to think about it, why is it so unlucky to come to this place!

Take things as they come.

Shumin is not someone who can't think about it. At this time, Hui'er walked in with a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. She was very happy to see her mother wake up

"Mother, drink porridge. Hui'er carefully handed her the porridge.

"Hui'er is good, has Hui'er eaten?" Shumin smiled, took the porridge, and took a small sip.

"Hui'er has eaten it, it is the porridge boiled by the uncle's grandmother. There's a little meat in there. ”

It turned out to be porridge made by the uncle's grandmother. That's right, if there is anyone in this family who has a trace of pity for himself, it is this charitable uncle.

"Mother, eat another steamed bun. Hui'er lowered the black steamed bun again. The steamed buns are very rough and dry. It's okay to eat it with porridge.

In fact, this is already the best treatment she has in this family as a patient, usually she only drinks wild vegetable porridge, and she can't eat enough.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, from a wife to a concubine, how can I swallow this breath.

Thinking of this, Shu Min suddenly lost his appetite. She took Hui'er's hand and asked, "If the mother decides to leave this house, will Hui'er follow?" She knew that it was cruel to ask the child like this, but she really didn't know what to say.

"Where my mother goes, Hui'er will go. "Hui'er is very simple. This made Shumin breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, no matter where my mother goes, take Hui'er with her.

"Where are you going?!" as he spoke, a rough voice suddenly came from the door. A dark-skinned man walked in.

The person who came was Shumin's husband Zhang Zhengyuan, who had just returned from work, and it was autumn, and the dealer in the field was already harvesting.

Shumin tilted his head to the side and did not answer. The atmosphere was a bit deserted

"Don't blame my mother, she can't help it. I am the eldest son, I can't live without a son" His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was also a little weak-hearted, "Don't worry, I only have you in my heart, Qiuhua entered the door, and I was just as good to you." ”

Shumin frowned, stuffed the bowl to Hui'er, and said, "Mother is full, you go out to play for a while" The next conversation Shumin didn't want to say in front of Hui'er, after all, she was still too young, and she was afraid that it would have a bad impact on her.

Zhengyuan knew that Shumin had something to say to himself, and looked at her with a pair of eyes.

"It's not impossible to take autumn flowers" Shumin looked at Zhengyuan's hopeful eyes, and felt disgusted in his heart, "Let's leave!"

"No" didn't hear the answer he wanted to hear, and Zhengyuan's feelings suddenly became excited. "Why can't you mother already loosen her mouth, she won't let you be a concubine, you are flat wives. Why can't you be as generous as autumn flowers!"

"She's embarrassed and not generous!" Qiuhua is Shumin's only friend in the village, (in the countryside, a woman who can't give birth to a son is not welcome no matter how good she is) often embroiders and chats together, now think about it, where is Qiuhua making friends with herself, it's just that the drunkard doesn't mean to drink.

"I don't have any blessing to be sisters with her" Shumin paused, "Let's leave, you don't want the family to be restless in the future, do you?"

"Heli, don't you think!" At this moment, the sharp voice sounded again, and a swarthy old woman rushed in through the door—the bitter and patriarchal mother-in-law, Zhang Li.

"You don't know what to do, you've been raised in our family for so many years, and you can't even give birth to a handle, and you're embarrassed to leave?!

"Da Lang (Zhang Zhengyuan's nickname), why are you so useless, you can listen to whatever this money-loser says, if it goes on like this, do you still want to take autumn flowers, do you want a son, you are not a filial son!"

"Qin's family name (Shumin's maiden name) I sue you, this autumn flower is decided by our old Zhang family. I might as well tell you, the dowry is down in the autumn flowers, and I will enter the door next month. You don't have to make any more moths, or you're going to look good. ”

Crackling, as soon as Zhang Li came in, he counted Shu Min, but Shu Min didn't seem to hear it, just looked at Zhang Li and sneered.

"I've already died once, and you still want me to look good!"

She was now covered in wounds, and her forehead was covered with a white cloth oozing blood, which looked especially terrifying in the dimly lit room. Zhang Li's heart trembled suddenly, remembering the scene when Shumin slammed into the pillar in grief and anger that day. To be honest, although Zhang Li is mean, she is not a vicious person, and she almost died at that time, but she was scared for many nights. But today Shumin woke up, and she healed her scars, forgot about the pain, and became bold again.

"In short, Qiuhua must enter the door, you have to enter the door even if you die!" Perhaps frightened by Shumin, Zhang Li stomped his feet and went out after shouting this sentence.

Seeing her go out, Zhengyuan and Shumin were relieved, especially Zhengyuan, he didn't dare to say a word when his mother was there, and carried out "filial piety" to the end.

Zhang Li went out, and Shumin continued the topic of reconciliation.

"Let's leave, I won't delay you giving birth to a son! "This man is as good as his husband, and he has the impression that in addition to being obedient to his parents, he has no major shortcomings. He is also sincere to himself, but the heirs are more important to him.

"If I don't get along, even if I live now, I will die later. Does Husband really want me to die?" Shumin's tone softened a little more.

"How do you" why can't you be generous, this is far from being spoken, just saying "let me think"

In the darkness, tears glistened in the swarthy man's eyes. He turned around and went out.

If it was the original Shumin. Maybe he couldn't bear it, but now Shumin just sighed lightly.

The night was very late, and Hui'er was already sleeping soundly on the side. Maybe in a dream, she muttered her little mouth and called her mother softly. Shumin slapped gently and rhythmically, like her mother coaxed herself to sleep when she was a child. "No matter where my mother goes, my mother will take Hui'er with her, my mother promises!