It's hard to make money in this era.

The old couple of the Song family have been digging in the fields all their lives, and finally raised a few children, and built a house.

It has nothing to do with the girl's film.

Besides, they are old, and they have to save some money to see a doctor and take medicine by their side just in case.

It's not a good time to have your palms up.

He couldn't have known more about the situation in the old family.

Song Dashi grabbed his wife's arm and said angrily, "Did you hear it, people think we talk too much, what are you doing here, if you are kind, you will feed the dog, go!" Go home! ”

The two old men left in a huff.

The house was quiet all of a sudden.

in the room.

Huang Simei was sleeping with her old man in her arms, and she looked out the window with a blank expression.

She heard everything she said outside.

Be.

failed to give birth to a man, she was incompetent, and it was her fault.

In Yuelai Town, anyone who doesn't have a son will be poked in the back.

A man loves face so much, how uncomfortable he is.

It's all my fault!

Huang Simei was very uneasy, all kinds of self-blame and guilt drowned her, she wanted to cry so much.

Soreness in the eyes.

But there is no other way but to cry.

Otherwise, is it to throw away the daughter, or to divorce? None of them.

Dinner was made in the Song Dynasty.

He stewed a pot of chicken soup.

The chickens are their own, and they have been raised for a long time, in order to eat Huang Simei during confinement.

It's also funny.

A bunch of people came to the house just now, the slag's own mother, the old man, the eldest brother and sister-in-law, the second brother and the second sister-in-law, and only the second brother's family brought a bag of eggs.

Whoever goes to visit the mother is empty-handed.

Just preaching to him, his face is as big as a basin.

In the evening, the family ate a pot of chicken soup cleanly, Song Dongmei bit her chopsticks and hesitated for a long time before she mustered up the courage to say loudly, "Dad, I will study hard, and I will support you and my mother." ”

It won't be useless to have a daughter like the aunt told her grandmother.

Song Chunyu bit the chicken bone and hurriedly said, "I, me too, when I grow up and make money, I will buy a big house for my parents to live in!" ”

Song Shi smiled.

"Really?"

"Really!" The two sisters nodded solemnly in unison.

"In this way, the two daughters I raised are filial piety, no worse than their sons?"

What do Song Dongmei and Song Chunyu care about the most? It's nothing more than others talking about their gender, and now that they have a younger sister in the family, as an old traditional father, they are finally willing to face them squarely, and of course they are excited.

Nodding vigorously, "Yes!" ”

"So, I can trust you?"

"Hmm!"

"That's a good idea!" Song Shi clapped his hands, "It's just tomorrow, we still have a big fat pig in our house, the eldest sister and the second sister, go wash the dishes, clean up when it's time to clean up, go to bed early tonight, and I'll call you at two o'clock." ”

Song Dongmei, Song Chunyu: "."

I was stunned for a while.

I stabbed you in the moved, Dad, you are still the most ruthless.

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by pigs some time ago, the two of them felt that it seemed to be nothing, after all, Dad is a pork guy, they don't know how many times they have seen him kill pigs in the yard since they were young, and they don't know how many times they were woken up from their dreams by the terrible sound of pigs in the middle of the night, and then turned over and continued to sleep, without even covering their ears, and fell asleep in three seconds.

It's just a little tired.

When she went out, she was laughed at if she wanted to inherit her father's mantle and become a month-to-month town. No, most likely, she is the only female pig killer in the entire city.

Nothing else.

It is not clear to those people in the town how poisonous their mouths are and how bad their minds are? If you really want to worry about yourself, you will be angry a long time ago.

After tidying up the kitchen, the two sisters went to bed early.

Song Shi went to the hall to sleep in a cool bed amid Huang Simei's complaints.

I really can't help it.

The bed in the room couldn't sleep three people, even if it was just a small baby.

It is precisely because of this that it is necessary to be more careful.

It's a hot day in July.

The original scum man became rich in middle age, coupled with occupational diseases, and the young man with a handsome bamboo pole when he was young slowly turned into a middle-aged greasy old man with a round waist and thick belly.

Brother Sugarcane has been wanting to change his bed for a long time.

It's also good to sleep on a cool bed.

One person occupies a bed, and I don't know how comfortable it is.

In the early morning, the clouds on the horizon were dyed in brilliant colors, and a board cart was slowly moving forward on the bumpy road, and a girl in short sleeves walked by the car and pushed hard, and the board car was full of fresh pork, which was the result of their busy work for most of the night.

However, it is not the same as before.

This time, she was not allowed to rest, but was called out to by the head of the family, her father, who told her to go to the stall to help sell pork.

Song Dongmei: Meow?

It's speechless.

She wanted to say no, but she couldn't resist the majesty of the long-standing chief.

Forget it, lie flat.

As for being seen by classmates and embarrassed, alas, this face is embarrassed, just get used to it.

Her family sells pork.

It's impossible for her family not to sell pork.

She couldn't tell her dad that I wasn't going to help out at the stall.

Since nothing can be changed, then, accept it.

"Yo, Song Laosan, I haven't seen you set up a stall for a few days, eh? Is this your daughter? Eldest or Second? An old man with a basket on his back and a fan stretched his neck to look at the cart.

"Buy some meat, the pig that has just been slaughtered, it's fresh, you look at this meat, this texture, oops, isn't there something going on at home, it stopped for a few days, it happened that the school was on vacation, let my eldest come out to experience life, otherwise everyone will be lazy at home every day." He took the knife out, "Which piece do you want?" This piece of Sanxian is good, come and go? ”

The man picked and picked up, and finally pointed to a piece, "Cut from here, don't cut Doha, I don't want more." ”

"Here's it, you don't know who I am, Geng Zhi, you can cut it from where you say it!" said that the action was quickly cut and weighed, "Three and a half catties, twelve pieces and three cents, give twelve pieces and get it." ”

Bagging.

"Song Laosan, I heard that your mother-in-law gave birth to a daughter for you again, and your family is now making three golden flowers!" Someone in the know came over and teased.

The joking expression revealed a bit of pity and sympathy.

Song Dongmei lowered her head, and her mood suddenly became depressed and uncomfortable.

Song Shi replied lightly, "Buy meat?" Which one do you like? ”

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the man also understood, chose a piece of meat, and asked if he would send the pig red, Song Shi lowered his head and cut the meat, "Don't send it." ”

Send this and that, believe it or not, in a few days, he will die by the river in the same way as Li Qiang's fate.

The man pouted.

is only when he is the mother-in-law of the family and does not give birth to a son, and he is not happy.

Stop and stop all the way, and when you get to the stall, half of the pork is left.

Bai Erwa took the time to congratulate him with a smile, "I'm so happy!" When to ask for full moon wine? ”

Song Shi's face was expressionless, "What please, please!" Not invited! ”

Bai Erwa smiled and didn't speak again.

Others were only unhappy because he gave birth to a daughter, only Song Dongmei heard her father muttering in a low voice: "The eldest and second child didn't invite the full moon wine when they were born, and it makes no sense that the third child should be invited." ”

Be fair.

Of course, the three thousand gold has to be flattened with a bowl of water.

(End of chapter)