Aunt Jiang was attracted by the smell of the fish soup. Seeing that there were so many people there, she only dared to sneak over in the middle of the night and taste a few mouthfuls of the remains at the bottom of the pot.
Unexpectedly, the people who were the richest people in the ruined temple were actually the Lin family, whom she had despised the most in the past.
"You know it's me, why don't you let go!"
Lin Laosan Cancan took back her hand and found that there were still oil stains on the corners of Aunt Jiang's mouth. She always paid attention to dressing up, her hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and her clothes were in tatters, which was very different from the well-dressed look she used to have.
Only the way he always looks at people with squinted eyes and raised nostrils can vaguely trace the shadow of his former arrogance.
"If I had known it was your family, we wouldn't have hidden it. Old man, Fengxian, come out. There are old acquaintances."
After saying that, he grabbed Zheng's resting place and sat down.
Mrs. Zheng's face turned black with anger. If she hadn't been quick, this old guy would have sat on her daughter's face.
A man and a woman soon walked into the ruined temple. The man was old and stooped, but his steps were steady. He looked about the same age as Mrs. Lin.
The woman was younger, about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with the same sallow complexion and thin skin, and looked as if she had just been seriously ill.
The Lin family looked down upon them, especially Mrs. Lin, who was so angry that she wanted to go to the ground and fight.
"Who is your family? Your family and I broke up seven years ago!"
Lin Yongchang waved his hand and stepped forward with a calm face: "Sister-in-law, I can't write two characters "lin" in one stroke. Now that natural disasters are rampant, we have so many people to do things, so let's not mention the past, let's not mention it!"
Zhao Ruoxia happened to marry into the Lin family seven years ago, and happened to catch up with the whole conflict between the two families that year. She put her hands on her hips and pointed at Lin Yongchang's nose and cursed.
"Bah, your family is old, weak, sick, and disabled. Can you compare with the men in my family? You can speak better than you can sing. As you get older, you are becoming more and more shameless. When the family was divided, you were the most advantageous. Now you just want to write it off and dream about it. Bar!"
She was willing to marry into the Lin family because, firstly, she thought that the second son of Lin was an honest man, and secondly, the Lin family's grandfather had worked in a government office and had some financial resources.
I thought I could live a good life from now on, but less than half a month after marrying, my father-in-law went hunting in the mountains and was bitten to death by a big cat, leaving my mother-in-law to support the whole family alone.
This was supposed to be a critical moment for the whole family to help each other, but Lin Yongchang actually coaxed his two elders to split up and take away most of their savings, leaving them with only seven or eight acres of dry land. Lin Yongchang's family happily moved to the town to live a good life. went.
Every time she thought about this, Zhao Ruoxia felt itching with hatred. If Lin Laoer had come to her to propose marriage after the family separation, she would have refused at all!
Aunt Jiang glanced at Zhao Ruoxia: "This is the second daughter-in-law, right? After so many years, she still has such a strong mouth. Unlike our Fengxian, who can't even make a sound with three sticks."
The woman whose name was called lowered her head humbly. Her body was like a reed in the wind, always feeling as if she would collapse when the wind blew.
Xiangyun was protected in Zheng's arms, struggling to stretch his head to look out at the excitement. As soon as he moved his neck, Zheng wrapped his bare little head in swaddling clothes, held it on his shoulders and coaxed him. Now he's better, Xiangyun I can only stare at the Buddha statues in the temple.
"One family doesn't speak the same language. Sister-in-law, we are at a loss. We haven't seen you for several months. Pity me... I have a white-haired person and a black-haired person. I have lost my son and my wife has just given birth. Don't worry." Talking about confinement, I haven’t even had a full meal.”
As she spoke, Aunt Jiang pulled Fengxian up to Old Mrs. Lin and pressed her shoulders. With a "plop", she knelt down in front of Old Mrs. Lin.
"Speak, you are mute, why did my son marry such a useless thing like you?"
Fengxian's eyes were red, she endured the pain in her lower abdomen, and said in a pitiful voice, "Please give me some food, auntie."
The Lin family was also confused by the scene before them. Is Lin Yanshou dead?
Old Mrs. Lin didn't have a good look towards the second room and her family, but she still gave some face to Fengxian, not for anything else but because she said a few words on behalf of the first room when the family was separated, but was slapped twice by her mother-in-law. Mrs. Lin Taiya wouldn't hit her in the face right then and there.
The life of an orphan and a widowed mother is difficult, and she knows it best.
"You just gave birth to a baby? A boy and a girl. Take it out and let me take a look."
Fengxian's head dropped even lower, and her subtle sobs floated in the ruined temple. Before she could speak, Aunt Jiang grabbed the conversation.
"She is unlucky. She gave birth to a little girl and died. She is very unlucky." She said and pinched Fengxian's arm again.
Mrs. Zhang couldn't stand it anymore, so she pushed her away and stood in front of Fengxian: "Why do you think you would attack her even though you knew she was weak? It's a lie to use the excuse of replenishing your wife's body, but it's true that you are feasting on her yourself!"
Aunt Jiang wanted to retort, but when she saw Mrs. Zhang standing in front of her, she was a head taller than her, and she looked so fierce that she didn't look like a woman. She didn't know how Boss Lin could deal with such a daughter-in-law in the middle of the night.
"Boss, wife, go stew the remaining fish and help Fengxian recuperate."
After Mrs. Lin finished speaking, Aunt Jiang immediately beamed with joy. The Lin family was unwilling in their hearts, but they still obeyed her in action.
Only Zhao Ruoxia was like a goose whose neck was being stepped on, objecting strongly, as if she had worked hard to catch the fish.
"Mother! Why did their family forget about you in the first place? There are so many people in our family, and they can only stew a fish at night. Why should we have a second-bedroom family? We are all farmers who are running away from famine and still in confinement. How can we be so delicate? !Are you old and confused..."
Lin Laoer quickly covered his wife's mouth, his expression gloomy: "Who allowed you to talk to mother like this?"
Zhao Ruoxia realized that she had said the wrong thing and felt a little guilty, but the resentment in her heart did not subside, and she struggled to win some allies.
"Sister-in-law, third brother and sister, please talk!"
Mrs. Zheng patted her daughter gently without even looking at her: "I listen to you."
Zhang's hands and feet were quick, and he had already taken out the pottery jar for storing water, and was carrying the big fish to prepare for slaughter.
"It's dangerous for a woman to give birth. If you don't do it well during the confinement period, you will have lifelong problems. When you were born to Tianji Tianrui, you would have to confinement for three months at a time. Why didn't I hear you say that farmers don't do confinement period at that time?" I’m afraid I forgot how many chickens I ate and how much fish soup I drank!”
Zhao Ruoxia didn't expect that she would be the one being criticized. She was so angry that she stamped her feet and found a place to sleep. However, when the smell of fish soup wafted out, she was the first to run forward and stood by the pot with bowls and chopsticks in hand.
Mrs. Lin was well aware of the character of her second daughter-in-law, but she had no intention of dealing with her at the moment. She called Mrs. Zheng to come forward, hugged Xiangyun to her heart, and looked at her second daughter-in-law and her family with a cold expression.
"My fish soup is not for nothing! Since Fengxian has just given birth to a baby, there is always some milk. My little granddaughter is hungry and lacks breast milk. Fengxian, come and help me feed her."
Mrs. Zheng's eyes lit up, it was her mother's thoughtful thought, so that her daughter would have food to eat.
Only then did Aunt Jiang discover that the Lin family had a little baby. Her round head was hidden in Mrs. Lin's arms, and she bleated from time to time. She was as thin as a kitten.
When Fengxian saw the child, her eyes became even redder. She suddenly thought of her daughter who was separated from her mother just after birth. She looked at the bag of grain that she had been holding back and said with shame.
"I'm sorry, auntie, I...I don't have milk."
Along the way, I couldn't eat enough, and I never felt like my breasts were full of milk.
The light in Mrs. Zheng's eyes went out, like eggplants beaten by frost. She looked at the spitting girl with distress, obviously looking very hungry.
Old Mrs. Lin didn't expect that she didn't have a drop of it, and she suddenly looked a little bad.
"You will definitely get it after drinking fish soup. Fish soup is a good thing for inducing lactation. Fengxian will definitely be able to breastfeed tomorrow morning!"
Aunt Jiang was afraid that the Lin family would regret it and the fish soup would fly out of her mouth, so she immediately patted her chest and promised.
Mrs. Lin's face softened slightly and her tone was decisive.
"Let me put this here. If Fengxian can't produce milk tomorrow, your family and I will go back to each other from bridge to bridge. When we walk on the road, no one can say that we know each other!"
