In the first winter, the family of five was so cold and hungry that they almost died of starvation in the mud house.

Fortunately, in the second year, the team collectively transferred to individuals, and the land was distributed according to the capitation, and even the girls could get the land.

Song Jianshu's family divided a lot of land at once because of their three daughters.

But it's not okay to make Grandma Song jealous.

Grandma Song asked Song Jianshu to take out half of the land and give it to the Song family.

After all, she still has three sons, and there are eight or nine people in the family.

Song Jianshu doesn't even have a son, so it's useless to ask for so much land.

Song Jianshu wanted to give it, but he also felt that what the old lady said was right, he didn't have a son, and when he was old in the future, he would have to rely on his nephew to support his old age.

But the mother-in-law in the family was reluctant to die, because of this and he had several fights, and this matter was frozen until now.

The land was not given, but most of the grain grown every year was given to his father and mother by Song Jianshu.

Although there is land for five people, the family is still poor and can't open the pot.

This father is a foolish filial son who was brainwashed by Grandma Song.

If you want to change the status quo at home, you have to change your own father first, and the family can be together.

Outside first inside!

The earthen house was not renovated.

Two beds in one house.

One of the beds was made of wooden planks and then propped up with stones.

That's where the three sisters slept.

It's cold in winter, and there is only a quilt, and the three sisters are always huddled, eager to huddle together.

"Sister, why are you back?"

Song Zhaodi's voice sounded in the courtyard.

This is Song Xiaoqiao's eldest sister, now ten years old, in elementary school, she is already sensible, and she knows that she will not come back so soon after getting married.

My sister got married on the first day and came back the next day, something must have happened.

Song Xiaoqiao turned around and looked at Brother Song Zhao.

These two sisters of hers.

He died earlier than her.

Her eldest sister wanted to study hard and get out, but in the end, because the eldest grandson of the Song family next door changed relatives, she was married to a rural place by Grandma Song.

When giving birth to a child, the hospital asked Bao Bao to protect the big and the small, and the man did not hesitate to keep the small.

Because the little one is a boy with a handle.

Her sister died in a hospital bed before she was even sixteen years old.

When she learned the news, her sister had been dragged back and buried casually, and there was not even a grave.

Song Xiaoqiao turned her head and looked at her eldest sister standing in the sun, and for a moment, she wanted to run over and hug her eldest sister and cry.

But in the end, I couldn't help it.

Facing the eldest sister's worried gaze, she walked over and took the eldest sister's schoolbag and said, "The rice on the stove is still hot, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." ”

Brother Song Zhaodi was indeed hungry, and his chest was pressed against his back.

scooped up the rice, walked to Song Xiaoqiao with the bowl and looked at him suspiciously: "Sister, are you having a conflict with your brother-in-law?" He dared to bully you just after he got married? Or people don't! ”

"What a stupid thing to say?" The ten-year-old eldest sister is still very strong at this time.

The most pungent in the family belongs to this big sister of her own.

Song Xiaoqiao raised his hand to touch Song Zhaodi's head, the little girl was now wearing two big braids, combed smooth, and the braids were still dangling when she spoke.

But Song Zhaodi dodged in time, and glared at Song Xiaoqiao with disgust: "Sister, what kind of nerves are you having today, look at how difficult it is for me to tie up this braid, if you pull it, I will have to comb it for a long time, stay away, and I will have to write in a while." ”

The corners of Song Xiaoqiao's lips raised slightly, and he looked at his still lively and motivated sister with a smile.

It's good to be reborn!