Chapter 157: Self-combing

There was silence in the room.

Lin Lan'er didn't come up to answer Lin Fengqin's words, she lowered her head as if she was thinking carefully.

At this time, Wang Cuixiang looked at her youngest daughter, and suddenly held her breath.

"Milk, Lan'er doesn't want to get married."

After a while, the little girl raised her head to look at Lin Fengqin, but she did not answer the question of whether her sister wanted to discuss marriage.

"Oh? Why does Lan'er have such thoughts? ā€

These words made Wang Cuixiang on the side look stunned, but Lin Fengqin was unhurried and asked the little girl what she thought.

"Because Lan'er doesn't know what kind of person she will marry."

Although Lin Lan'er is not very old, she actually understands everything she should understand.

"Sister Yingchun, who lived at the end of the village first, everyone said that she had a good life and married a good family, and she didn't worry about food or clothing, but I didn't think she was good."

From the original memory of the Lin family, find out the person Lin Lan'er said. Only then did she know that Yingchun was married to the fifty-year-old squire in the next village and became the person's sixth concubine.

I didn't worry about food and clothing, but I didn't know why I ran back twice, and I was finally arrested.

"And Sister Guifen......"

The little girl counted it on her fingers, and the more she spoke, the more nervous the look on her little face became.

Now these days, marriage is the order of the parents, and the girls are like lambs to the slaughter.

said that he would be hired, and he would become someone else's daughter-in-law if he picked a good day.

If you have a good life, you can live a life without incident, husband and children, and if your life is not good, it is easy to be a cow and a horse.

Her mother was the same......

"Milk, Lan'er can work! You can do anything! You don't have to worry about it with your parents, you can support yourself! Raising his head, seeing that she didn't answer, the voice was a little quieter, "Milk, if Lan'er has to marry in the future, can you choose a husband by yourself?" ā€

The little girl's slightly apprehensive voice suddenly pulled back from her memory, Lin Fengqin smiled and reached out to rub the top of her hair.

"Okay~Our Lan'er, free love in the future~"

"What is free love?"

"Free love is when you reach the age where you can start a family, if there is someone you like, you think he is good to you, you like him, he likes you, and the two of you are together."

The little girl looked confused, but nodded as if she didn't understand.

After speaking, Lin Fengqin looked at the other two granddaughters.

"Chun'er Mei'er, grandma won't tell you that all men in the world are bad, I just hope that you will stand up first, and then go to start a family with the person you like after you have the capital to make yourself live a good life."

"Since ancient times, people's hearts are changeable, and if you are excellent, your vision will be higher, and you can distinguish more clearly which is good and which is bad, then you will naturally be able to eliminate many bad people first."

Under the flickering candlelight, the old man spoke slowly and seductively, and everyone in the room was quiet as if listening to a story.

"Okay, my old lady is going to rest, you young ones are staying up late, I'm staying up."

After sitting for a while, Lin Fengqin felt a little tired, moved her waist and shoulders and stood up.

Lin Dashan, who was still shrinking his neck for fear of being named, heard her words, and hurriedly stood up, walked quickly to the yard, and snorted a few times on the ground.

"It's no wonder, my mother is old and talks nonsense, and she is not a good spirit!"

Seeing that serious and honest appearance, Lin Fengqin's mood was much better.

"Don't blame me for scolding you, we are a family, no matter what happens, we must be together." Then he glanced at Wang Cuixiang intentionally or unintentionally: "If you have anything to say, don't hold it all the time, I have a bad temper, but I'm not that tyrant, if any of you have any ideas, I won't block your mouth and prevent you from opening." ā€

After speaking, seeing Wang Cuixiang who was following next to her, she hurriedly shook her head, but Lin Fengqin finally sighed and didn't say anything more.

That's it, I can't screw the temperament to watch more in the future.

thought that the matter would end like this, but the next morning, Wang Cuixiang's cry came from the courtyard.

"Chun'er! You damn girl! You're going to kill your mother! ā€

Listening to this heart-rending shout, Lin Fengqin, who was still lying on the bed, was so frightened that she hurriedly ran out without even putting on her shoes.

The sky was overcast, but Wang Cuixiang's voice seemed to tear the sky.

She dragged Lin Chun'er and tried to drag her into the house, but the girl stubbornly refused to go in.

When the two were pulling, Lin Dahe and Gu Chengyuan consciously avoided suspicion, and there were only four mother and daughter left in the courtyard, plus Lin Dashan, who was standing aside and did not interfere.

"Cuixiang, what are you doing? What's going on? ā€

Lin Fengqin bent down to lift the heel of her shoes as she walked, she looked at the mother and daughter, and always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say what was wrong.

Until Wang Cuixiang saw her running up as if she had seen a savior, crying and grabbing her arm and saying, "Mother! Hurry up and persuade Chun'er, this child! She-"

Saying that, Wang Cuixiang cried again.

Looking in the direction of her finger, Lin Fengqin realized that the eldest granddaughter who was standing there at this time had coiled up all her hair that had been half pulled up today.

Changed the girl's hairstyle into a woman's bun.

"Chun'er, you ......"

Lin Fengqin was also a little stunned.

"Milk, you don't have to persuade me, I don't plan to get married in this life."

Lin Chun'er stood in the courtyard, her face full of determination.

As soon as she heard this, Wang Cuixiang instantly couldn't hold back.

"If you don't marry, you won't marry, and none of us will force you to marry! Then why are you suffering now! ā€

Whether their family marries or not, they can discuss it well, but if they decide not to marry, they won't even have a chance to regret it when they go out!

"Then it won't happen again like yesterday."

Being a self-combing girl is what Lin Chun'er thought about all night last night.

Although she knew that what her grandmother said must be able to count, she didn't want to happen again like yesterday.

She herself is not afraid of being pointed at by others, but she is afraid of dragging down her family. Thinking that her grandmother was still worried about quarreling with others for her own affairs when she was old, Lin Chun'er couldn't help it.

"You! You ——! ā€

Subsequently, in Wang Cuixiang's crying, Lin Fengqin knew that once she decided to become a self-combing girl, she could no longer regret it.

After the self-combing ceremony was held in the village, if you want to regret it in the future, you will be whipped by the clansmen, and if you have an affair with a man, then the end will only be a pig cage.

Widows can remarry, but the fate of self-combing women is only to be lonely for life.

"No! If you dare to go out of this door today! I—I'll crash headfirst in front of you!" ā€

Seeing that her daughter was leaving, Wang Cuixiang finally ran out of choice and was ruthless.

Seeing that the mother and daughter were stubborn and disagreeing with each other, Lin Fengqin grabbed her daughter-in-law who was full of tears, and gently patted the back of her hand to signal her not to worry.

"Chun'er, come, you go into the house with grandma first."

Although she is not one of those parents who will interfere with their children, she has seen her mother and she clearly knows the shackles of this feudal society on women.

She can support her granddaughter not to marry her for the rest of her life, but she is not sure that she can compete with the current era of cannibalism on her own.