As soon as he grew up, he consummated his marriage with that man.
Unlike when he was a man, he was in so much pain that he kept crying and begging, and all he got was a few hard slaps.
"Give me a son as soon as possible."
The man roared viciously in his ears, breathing heavily like a beast in human skin.
son……
Give birth to a son...
These three words were like a nightmare, lingering in his ears.
Soon, he became pregnant with a child.
The thin body had slender limbs, like a thin layer of skin covering the bones. Only the belly was bulging. His eyes were horrified as he watched the belly become more horrifying day by day, bulging like a balloon.
The man stroked his belly and showed a satisfied expression for the first time: "With such a big belly, I will definitely be able to give birth to a son."
He curled up on the warm kang and shed tears silently. This kang was so warm. This was the first time he slept on a warm kang after more than ten years of working as a cow and a horse.
But a long time ago, he remembered that only he and his father could sleep on the kang at home. Did his mother at that time also shed tears silently in the cold night?
Being pregnant doesn't mean he can rest.
With a big belly, he bent down with difficulty and stuffed the firewood into the stove.
The paste is boiling in the pot, add the vegetable leaves and a little coarse salt. The smell of the food will arouse the greedy insects in your stomach.
He was so hungry that a double person couldn't bear it, so he took out the food, scraped up the residue from the bottom of the pot bit by bit with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.
It smells good, it really smells good.
"A lowly woman dares to eat secretly."
The man who rushed into the kitchen held down his head and slammed it on the handle of the hot pot. Ignoring his miserable wails, his fists rained down.
"Don't hit me, I have a baby in my belly..."
Even though she was pregnant, she was still not allowed to eat at the table, and she was beaten severely even if she even took a bite of the soup at the bottom of the pot.
Such days are really hard.
The first child was aborted during the beating.
The man blames it all on him.
Soon, when he was not well, he became pregnant with his second child.
The second child was difficult to deliver.
The skinny woman was lying on the straw mat, with a pool of blood flowing out of her lower body. There was a ball of flesh as big as an arm in the blood.
The dying woman heard an unabashed voice outside the house.
"Wang Po, give you two kilograms of yellow rice and help me get rid of the Sangmen Star inside."
The man's voice was full of malice.
Wen Po, who was in charge of delivering the baby, hesitated for a moment: "Isn't this...not good?"
"What's wrong? This woman has suffered a haemorrhage and won't be able to give birth in the future. Our family can't keep an iron hen that doesn't lay eggs, right? Don't tell me you won't do this. I know that Zhang Er's daughter-in-law is having difficulty giving birth. You helped to deal with it too..."
Po Wen gritted her teeth: "Okay, I'll take care of this. You have to add another pound of grains..."
The two quickly reached an agreement.
Po Wen walked into the smelly room, looked at the dying woman on the bed, felt cruel, and stretched out her hand towards her...
Old man Zhou's chaotic consciousness was awakened by severe pain.
"Help...help..."
A weak voice, barely audible.
The man outside the house lowered his voice and urged: "Wang Po, please hurry up."
"I know, I know."
Wang Po responded hurriedly.
Old Man Zhou wanted to move his body, but he couldn't run away. He was so desperate that a large amount of blood flowed out of his body, and he breathed his last in despair.
The man wrapped him in a roll of straw mat, and together with the piece of dead meat, he found a hole and threw it in, and buried it.
The straw mat wrapping him was extremely thin, and Old Man Zhou's soul floated along with the corpse...
Floating all the way into the cold mud pool...
all
Its daybreak.
Old man Zhou sat on the bed in a daze, his eyes blank.
"master?"
Uncle Zhou was responsible for taking care of his daily life. He had no children, so he simply lived in the Zhou family. This took care of him for more than ten years.
"It's time for you to get up. How about we have some taro chicken and two cages of side vegetable buns in the morning?"
"Master? Master, are you okay? Aren't you still angry? It's all because of that woman who doesn't know the importance of her words. She can't even lay an egg, yet she dares to..."
Not even laying an egg was deeply ingrained in Mr. Zhou’s mind.
The dream of a life of hardship and despair rang in his ears all the time.
His biological father who abandoned him in the quagmire was no better than a pig or a dog, and the owner who brought him home as a child bride used the three obediences and four virtues to tame him every day.
Every day before dawn, I have to get up, boil water, chop wood, cook, wash clothes, grind and tidy up the house. I also have to take care of the food, drink, sleep, and sleep of the whole family.
How many days and nights had he not closed his eyes properly?
In the end, he died on the kang in order to give birth to a son! ! !
There is no complete body after death. After death, it is buried with a roll of straw mat.
What a miserable and pitiful life.
It’s all about “having a son”! ! !
With trembling hands as old as tree bark, he covered his ears. Old Zhou's head was trembling with shivers, and his eyes showed deep pain: "Whoever mentions this again, get out of here."
“Those who favor boys over girls are scum!!!”
In the old and stern mansion, a heart-rending roar penetrated the dim sky.
Uncle Zhou on the side was dumbfounded: My master has changed his gender?
"Well, let's have breakfast first?!"
Why don't you take me to the second doctor for a check-up after dinner?
During breakfast, Old Man Zhou was distracted and stared at the white porridge in the bowl.
He scooped up a spoonful of the hot porridge and put it into his mouth.
Tears filled my eyes for a moment.
"Master, why are you crying? Are you burned?"
Uncle Zhou asked in a panic.
"fine."
Old man Zhou sniffed and choked with sobs.
Life in a dream is really like a nightmare from which one never wakes up.
In that life, I had never had a mouthful of sweet porridge or a mouthful of hot rice.
After breakfast, Old Man Zhou calmed down and prepared to have a good talk with his son and daughter-in-law.
A long dream.
Just like life in the world.
It left him with an unforgettable feeling, and his mood was still complicated and difficult to describe at the moment.
But I have to admit that he was really wrong before.
"Master, Widow Qin is here."
Just when Old Man Zhou was getting ready to go out, Uncle Zhou hurried in and brought a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue.
Old man Zhou suddenly jumped up from his seat: "You, who did you say is here?"
"Widow Qin!!!"
Uncle Zhou said with a sad face.
Old man Zhou looked around: "Quick, tell her I'm not at home. I'm going to have breakfast at Wednesday's house. Find a place for me to hide."
The words just fell.
A shrill, hoarse cry sounded outside: "Brother Zhou, why don't you see me, my sister?"
This cry has nine twists and turns.
Get the essence of white things.
Old Man Zhou had a bitter taste in his mouth as he watched a chubby woman walk in very quickly.
