, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Madam Liu grimaced in pain and held her stomach for a while before regaining her breath.
Yang Huaming was so angry that he almost jumped up from his stool, kicked over the basin on the ground, and poured all the foot-washing water on Mrs. Liu.
"I thought you were trying to conspire with me, but you're talking about this shit-eating bastard! Adoption? Why would I adopt someone else's baby to be my son? I can't give birth to a child myself?"
Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Yang Huaming. She muttered: "Dad He'er, don't get so angry. I'm thinking about you too. Isn't this... I just gave birth to two babies at once." Girl, if this baby in my belly is still a girl, I have no face to face you..."
"Why are you so shameless? If you really feel that you have no shame in treating me, just argue with yourself and try your best to give birth to me. I don't believe that. Why can all my brothers have sons, but I can't!"
Yang Huaming's face turned red and his neck became thick. He glanced at the two girls Xia He and Dong Mei who were woken up by the fright on the other side of the bed, and became even more angry.
"What are you watching? Just lie down and go to sleep, girl, watch the movie, and then watch me slap you!"
The two girls were so frightened that they almost cried. They pulled away the patched quilt and shrank back, hiding under the quilt and shivering!
There was a banging sound outside the window, and Tan's shouting and cursing came in immediately.
"What are you doing howling in your house in the middle of the night? If you can't sleep, you go out to clean the yard for me!"
Yang Huaming panicked and glared at Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth and did not dare to say anything. Yang Huaming put one bare foot behind the window and smiled apologetically at Mrs. Tan outside. : "It was Mrs. Liu who spilled the foot-washing water. My son scolded him and woke up my mother. It was my son who deserved to die..."
"Hmph, a hen that only eats food but doesn't lay eggs is so clumsy that it deserves to be beaten to death, let alone being trained!" Mrs. Tan spat and stomped back to her room until the sound of a door squeaking was heard from next door. Yang Huaming in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and glared at Mrs. Liu, who was still sitting on the ground wiping her tears, and said angrily: "Why don't you get up? Are you waiting for me to invite you?"
"Get up, get up, get up now!" Mrs. Liu raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, lowered her head and climbed up with difficulty. She carefully packed the basin and handkerchief on the ground, waiting until she took them off to make them dirty. He took off his clothes, rubbed his sore lower back for a while, turned around and walked back to the bed. Yang Huaming was lying there with his back stretched out, already snoring loudly.
Mrs. Liu looked at the two girls huddled together on the side of the bed. They were both very skinny. She sighed secretly and caressed her bulging belly, her face filled with sadness.
She got a slap in the face tonight, and it still hurts, but she doesn't blame He'er's father.
If you want to complain, just blame yourself for your bad luck. Ten years after marrying into Lao Yang's family, you gave birth to two daughters. In the third month of her pregnancy with her third child, she went back to her parents' home and asked her to ask a goddess in a nearby village. She said she was still a daughter and that she was destined to have no children.
She tried so hard to hide this matter, and she didn't even dare to say a word to He'er's father! If He'er's father knew about it, he might really want to divorce him!
The night passed slowly with tossing and turning, until a glimmer of light appeared in the east, the rooster in the backyard chicken coop began to crow, and a new day began again...
Yang Ruoqing had a dream. She dreamed that she was like an animal, with her hands and feet tied up and put into a linen bag used to hold rice.
Then he was carried to an oxcart by Lao Yangtou and the others, climbed several hills, and was sold to a nook and cranny of a village deep in the mountains and forests, to a widower whose wife had died. The children of the widower's family were running around barefoot. The eldest son was taller than herself and was delighted to be a mother as soon as he arrived.
During the day, she worked hard in the fields, cooked meals for the family, and washed the clothes for the family. At night, when she got into bed, the old widower, who was still in his prime, pressed her under him and used all his strength to treat her like an animal. Destroy her.
She couldn't use any of her abilities, and couldn't even muster the strength to push him away. But she still has a forehead and sharp teeth. She bangs her head, bites with her teeth, struggles like crazy, kicks...
Then, "Bang!"
There was a muffled sound and a sharp pain came from her forehead. Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes and found that she was sitting on the ground panting. She was still wearing her sleeping clothes, but her clothes were already wet with cold sweat, and her palms were all covered in sweat. sweat!
It turned out to be a dream, a false alarm!
Exhaling a breath, she just crawled back into bed when she suddenly heard noisy sounds coming from her parents' room next door, including Mr. Tan's sullen yelling, her fifth uncle Yang Huazhou's rough-voiced argument, and her uncle's voice. The sound of smoothing things over was also mixed with Sun's cry.
Yang Ruoqing was shocked. Yang Huazhong must have woken up and heard that Tan and the others were going to sell her, so he begged Tan and angered Tan?
If that's really the case, then we can't reach an agreement, right?
The helpless and desperate feeling in the dream suddenly became clear, like a cold tide rushing in from all directions. Sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Yang Ruoqing hurriedly pulled off the clothes hanging on the wooden rack at the corner of the bed and threw them around her body. She didn't even care that her shoes were on backwards, and rushed out of the house with disheveled hair.
At the door of the west wing of Yang Huazhong and Sun's room next door, uncle Yang Hua'an was dragging his fifth uncle Yang Huazhou, who was blushing and thick-necked, towards the door. While pulling him, he scolded Yang Huazhou with a sullen face.
"...Why are you so crazy, Lao Wu, this morning? As a son, we can only listen to the decisions of our parents. Who gave you the courage to contradict our mother? Are you not afraid of lightning?"
"I don't care. Anyway, I can't sell Qing'er. I'm the first one not to agree!" Yang Huazhou gasped.
Yang Huaan sneered contemptuously, "You don't agree? Who do you think you are? Are you the one who calls the shots in this house? What a joke!"
"Brother, why are you talking? Isn't Qing'er your niece? When the third brother was healthy, you often asked him to help you with your work. Why are you so cold-blooded?" Yang Huazhou asked Yang Huaan angrily, When Yang Huaan heard this, he glared angrily.
"Who said I'm cold-blooded? I didn't sleep all night last night, thinking about the third bedroom. But I'm desperate. My daughter's family will have to leave the cabinet sooner or later. Qing'er's husband's family has made it clear that they don't want her. It's better to sell it. My daughter's family will have to get married sooner or later, isn't it? Now that she's out of town at this juncture, she can also exchange some money for her father's medical treatment. It's not a loss! Old five, you are such an idiot, you just don't understand. No wonder you are both. You’re twelve and your daughter’s family still doesn’t like you!”
"Hmph, it's better for me to be a bachelor for the rest of my life than to be a cold-hearted and cold-blooded guy like you with a horde of sons!" Yang Huazhou pushed Yang Hua'an away, turned around and left. He saw Yang Ruoqing head-on. Yang Huazhou's chest was still pounding as he stepped forward. He was panting, and his face still had a look of lingering anger, but his eyes were a little softer.
