“Tsk tsk, Zhou’s heart is so cruel. Her daughters were tortured by her. Even if she loves her son, she can’t treat her daughter like this. Look, she started beating Sanniu again. No wonder Sanniu can do such a kind of unethical thing, just like her mother.”
Wang Taohua tsked several times.
“She gave birth to four daughters and finally realized her dream of having a son. Don’t she hate these girls very much? She feels that they are blocking the way of their baby son. Alas, even if she doesn’t like it, she can’t abuse it like this. It’s a pity that the child is born the same, and good or bad are taught by people. The one who is not a good person for her mother, can she still expect the child to become a talent?”
Xu Zhaoer’s eyes were heartache.
“If I had four daughters, it would be too late to hurt. God is really not good at seeing so many children have been sent to other people’s homes…”
[But even my only daughter is taking away]
Xu Zhaoer kept the last sentence in her heart and did not say it.
The premature death of her daughter was a pain for her life.
“I deserve it! A beast thing, it’s better to kill it.” Zhang Jinlan’s eyes were filled with relief when she saw Sanniu being beaten.
I knew it harmed people at the age of seven.
It is a bad species when born.
Same as her mother.
A product.
“Crying and crying, you know how to cry, it’s a bad thing! Hold it back for me! I will break your legs again and quickly carry the bamboo basket to your father. How long do you want to be lazy? Learn more about your sister, can’t you save me some snacks!”
Many eyes were gathered on Zhou Gai’er, and her expression seemed a little embarrassed. She immediately stopped beating and scolding her daughter, twisted Jiang Sanniu’s ears, and dragged her to her own field.
Jiang Sanniu’s face was so painful that she grabbed her face, but she didn’t dare to hum. She knew her mother’s temper. If she cried again, she would not only slap her.
The farce comes quickly.
Go quickly.
There was no chance to watch it, Jiang Fubao withdrew his gaze.
After sitting for half an hour, she was a little bored.
Then he stood up from the chair and walked around.
The Jiang family was busy working, and no one noticed her at all.
Jiang Fubao stopped all the way to the bridge, and she squatted down against the bridge.
Look into the river.
This river is not too wide and the water level is not deep. The blue sky reflected in the river looks extremely clear, like a huge mirror. The villagers take water here with water. They don’t know where the source of the river is, and they look like living water.
There are some small fish in the river, only the size of a finger, and swim very quickly.
Jiang Fubao looked carefully.
As for not noticing behind her, someone was walking slowly towards her.
Just as she was about to listen to Xiaoyuer’s heart, a sudden voice sounded in her ears.
“Is the river water delicious?”
Jiang Fubao was shocked.
She turned her head and looked to the right.
The person who talked was actually Jiang Sanniu.
“Why do I ask you, are you deaf? Is the river water delicious?” Jiang Sanniu looked at Jiang Fubao with a smirk on his face.
The slap marks on her face had not subsided, and her dark cheeks were red, looking a little pitiful.
“Where did I offend you?” Jiang Fubao was very puzzled.
Why does Jiang Sanniu hate the original owner so much?
The original owner seemed to have done nothing, right?
“The steamed bun you gave me that day was thrown into the pit. Who cares about your charity? Why do you pity me? Whether I’m hungry or not depends on you? I hate you when I see you! Why don’t you die? Why do you live better than me! You should be born in my mother’s belly!”
Jiang Sanniu, who is obviously only seven years old, is mature as if she is twenty years old.
Her eyes were poisoned, as if she hated Jiang Fubao.
Hearing these words.
Jiang Fubao was about to laugh.
It turned out to be because of that steamed bun.
In my memory, the Jiang family went to the town to buy New Year’s goods and brought a white flour steamed bun to the original owner. The original owner happily held the steamed bun and sat on the threshold at the doorstep at home to eat.
But I saw Jiang Sanniu passing by, staring at her steamed buns with a gaze.
The original owner thought she was hungry, so he broke the steamed bun in his hand and handed it to her.
It’s because of this little thing.