That's it.
Who told you to give birth to a loser?
If you want to blame, blame your bad luck.
The man slapped the woman hard and knocked her to the ground. He said in a fierce tone, "I don't care for this money-losing loser. I'll just drown her."
That's right, drowning is fine...
Old man Zhou kept nodding.
The next second, he was roughly grabbed and soared into the air.
its not right.
It seems that this loser who is about to be drowned is himself?
"Wow wow wow..."
Help, someone is trying to kill the child.
Fortunately, his cry awakened the woman's motherly love. The woman who had just given birth and received a heavy slap in the face rushed behind, crawling and crawling: "Give me the baby...Give me back..."
It's freezing outside.
The cold wind in winter is as cold as a steel knife scraping bones.
The old man Zhou was lifted up by the man, his movements were extremely rough, and he threw him towards the cold and muddy pool in the distance with a fierce force that wanted him to die.
No no no.
He doesn't want to die.
Old man Zhou burst into tears, his little face turned pale and bloodless from the cold. He thought that his loud crying would win the sympathy of his neighbors and help stop this terrible man, but only one or two words floated in the cold wind: "Oh , how many girls drowned in the quagmire?"
"I don't know, there are countless female dolls, well, who calls them female dolls?"
The thin clothes were stained by the cold mire.
Old man Zhou made a cat-like cry in discomfort.
But no one came to save him.
Could it be that he is really going to die?
"My child, my child."
thump.
Someone desperately jumped into the icy mire, frantically pulling at the muddy water, and hugged him tightly.
That's his mother.
A woman who gave birth to three girls.
Exploding with astonishing strength, he dragged the body that had just given birth and rescued his child.
"The girl doesn't eat much. She won't cause any trouble to our family."
The woman knelt on the ground with her child in her arms, curling up silently to bear the man's punches and kicks.
Surrounded by soft embraces, Old Man Zhou cried out.
The only one who can protect him is the woman in front of him.
A "woman" whom he had never looked down on fought tooth and nail for him.
The man got tired of the beating and left cursing.
His daily life consists of eating, drinking, playing cards, and drinking. Like the men in the same village, sometimes he gets drunk and gets into fights with others. He loses with a bruised face and vents his anger on the women and children at home.
"You're a hen that doesn't lay eggs."
Men always say the same thing.
There are two sisters in front of Mr. Zhou, who are a few years older than him.
Although he is young, he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
"Sister, sister, eat eggs."
A knee-high four-year-old girl carefully stuffed the egg yolk tightly into the baby's mouth.
Old man Zhou almost choked to death: "..."
I don’t want to eat. Hey.
The dirty eggs have been hidden in the palm of my hand for a long time.
The little girl's dark face was very thin due to malnutrition, but her eyes were bright and she looked at him with joy, as if she were looking at her most cherished treasure.
"Brother Xue Pan, come out!!!"
There was a rude roar outside the house, and the person coming was evil.
The little girl who secretly fed her sister some egg yolks turned around in a panic: "Sister, don't make any sound."
Then he ran out, and there were sharp curses outside: "Smelly girl, where are the eggs I boiled for Yaozu?"
There was the sound of sticks falling heavily through the air, sharp and harsh yelling, and the little girl crying in defense: "My aunt gave it to me, not all to Yaozu. Auntie, please stop beating me."
The woman scolded fiercely: "Your mother is a stone chicken that can't lay eggs. You deserve to eat eggs. Our Yaozu is the treasure of the family."
The girl was severely beaten for an egg.
Two grown men on the side were holding broken bowls and sucking the sorghum noodles in the bowls, turning a blind eye to this scene.
In a shed not far away, the woman who was working instead of the donkey lowered her head and shed tears.
If she could give birth to a son, her girl wouldn't have to be beaten for eating an egg.
Old man Zhou, who was lying on the broken straw mat in the house, smacked his lips. Listening to the screams outside, the eggs in his mouth suddenly lost their taste.
The girl who fed him eggs disappeared after a month.
The four-year-old girl was given as a child bride.
Lao Zhoutou has a child who is a child bride. What is a child bride?
I have to get up before dawn, boil water for cooking, and wash the family's clothes. In the winter, my hands are soaked in the cold water, and my skin is chapped and covered with chilblains.
Work as cattle and horses for the whole family.
The girl, who was no more than half waist high, was sent to be a child bride by her family.
Three months later, news came that the girl was gone.
The person who spread the news said that he was sick.
But the woman who was carrying Old Man Zhou took a look at it. Every piece of good flesh on her body that had been beaten still had the pain and despair before death.
Those bright eyes were gray and broken.
There is a hint of broken hope deep inside.
I hope my mother and father will take me home.
Old man Zhou struggled to turn over on the straw mat, hearing the woman's suppressed and shrill cries. Because she was a daughter, the woman could not even cry loudly.
The choking egg yolk flashed in his mind, as well as the joyful cheer in the girl's eyes when she looked at him.
Sister, eat, eat eggs.
Sister, don’t make a sound...
He recalled that when he was born, he was thrown into the quagmire and frantically searched for his woman.
my child……
Please let her go, she doesn't eat much, she can eat what's in my bowl...
She is only four years old, how can she be someone else's child bride?
…
The woman's pleading and crying mixed together and turned into sharp thorns, piercing into Old Man Zhou's heart.
In the blink of an eye.
Old man Zhou is four years old.
He repeated his sister's fate.
In just four years, Old Man Zhou became the second Xue Pandi.
Oh, his name is not Pandi, his name is Laidi.
The woman died of hemorrhage during childbirth.
She was pregnant with a boy, but unfortunately it was stillborn.
The man just spit and cursed, swept it up with grass, dug a hole, and buried it in the woods near the quagmire.
Not far away is Xue Pandi's grave, a small dirt bag covered with weeds.
The man married another wife, who was very fierce and would beat or scold Old Man Zhou. By the time she was three and a half years old, the little girl, who was walking unsteadily, had learned to cook on the stove by stepping on stones.
Old man Zhou looked at the groggy sky outside, then looked down at the frostbite on his hands, feeling numb and bitter in his heart.
Later, he was sold to others as a child bride.
In just six or seven years, he grew up like a swaying cattail in the never-ending work.
