A poor peasant girl: Farming with a baby and abusing her husband

In the blink of an eye, the winter month has arrived, and every household is preparing for the Laba Festival.

In Feng Mansion, Feng Zhen'er was still lying on the bed depressed.

At this moment, she was not only in a depressed mood, but also felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Miss, please get up and serve you. The master has urged me several times and lunch is ready in the hall."

The maid Ying'er once again brought Feng Zhen'er hot water to wash her face.

"Wow..." Feng Zhen'er, who had just sat up, couldn't help but feel sick and retched beside the bed.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? You've been retching and tired in the past few days. Let the housekeeper call a doctor to take a look!"

After Ying'er finished speaking, she wiped Feng Zhen'er with a wet handkerchief.

"Don't talk nonsense, nothing happened to me. Maybe I ate too many jujubes in the past two days and my stomach couldn't bear it."

After washing herself, Feng Zhener still looked like a sickly beauty.

Ying'er helped the young lady walk to the hall with small steps.

"What's wrong with you kid? You haven't been able to get up for such a long time. What's the day today and you're still dragging your feet."

Feng Changqing pretended to be angry, but in fact he loved his daughter very much in his heart.

"Dad, don't wait for me to eat first!" Feng Zhen'er replied.

The entire large round table was filled with stewed chicken, steamed fish, Laba porridge, crab roe tofu, Chinese cabbage, and pork ribs soup.

Feng Zhen'er took advantage of the situation and sat down to eat.

When Feng Changqing was an official in Beijing, he married Huo Xianglan, the daughter of Yihuo Mingyi of Kyoto Prefecture.

It turned out that the couple was a talented man and a beautiful woman, playing the piano and the harp in harmony.

However, Huo Xianglan suffered from an incurable disease when Feng Zhen'er was seven years old, and died soon after.

Feng Changqing was also an infatuated person. For the sake of his daughter, or more likely because he could not forget his deceased wife, he never remarried.

Ever since she could remember, Feng Zhen'er had been serving among maids and had not enjoyed much maternal love.

"Zhen'er, Daddy knows that you are still sulking about the Liu family. Daddy will find you a better marriage in the future!"

Feng Changqing only wanted the best for his daughter, but he didn't see what her daughter was thinking.

"Oh, daddy, can you stop mentioning the Liu family? Can we still have a good meal?" Feng Zhen muttered.

"Okay, okay, today is the festival, let's talk about something happy. Come, eat fish!" Feng Changqing gave Feng Zhen'er a piece of the tenderest fish belly white.

"Wow……"

Feng Zhen'er retched again.

She usually loves steamed fish the most, but today she smelled the fishy smell and it made her sick.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Feng Changqing also noticed that his daughter was abnormal.

"It's okay. I guess it's because I ate too many jujubes in the past two days and it's not greasy. You can eat it, daddy."

After washing her mouth again, Feng Zhen'er felt that her mouth was full of dullness. There was nothing on the table to her liking.

After drinking two mouthfuls of Laba porridge with some pickles, Feng Zhen felt a little more comfortable.

"You haven't heard about your cousin, have you? He was granted a marriage by the emperor." Feng Changqing said happily.

"What? Who is he with?"

Feng Zhen'er asked with a surprised look on her face.

At this time, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

Her cousin, Huo Guang, the man who kept saying he loved her and would not marry her unless she wanted to, actually wanted to get married to someone else!

"Of course it's with the princess. It's a special gift from the emperor."

After listening to her father's words, Feng Zhen'er's heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

There was a smile on her face but she struggled to move a few times.

"When did it happen? I didn't even hear him mention it last time I came here."

Feng Zhen'er asked reluctantly.

"It happened in the winter months. It is estimated that the princess will officially enter the palace after spring."

Feng Changqing said while eating with great appetite. She didn't notice her daughter's expression at this moment.

Feng Zhen'er's heart was filled with anger and heartache, and she really didn't want to eat anymore, so she lied that she had a stomachache and went back to her room.

"This child has been nagging a lot lately. It's time to find a new marriage for her."

Feng Changqing shook his head helplessly.

Feng Zhener, who returned to the room, lay on the quilt and cried.

She didn't expect that the person she wanted with all her heart would betray her.

During this period of time, in order to cancel the marriage with the Liu family, she was here alone to hold on, but Huo Guang suddenly hooked up with the princess.

The previous oath of love has now evaporated.

"What should I do, what should I do with my child?" Feng Zhen'er's panic forced her to calm down.

"No, I have to ask him to make it clear. I can't let him bully me in this way!"

Feng Zhen'er wiped her tears randomly, got up from the bed and walked to the table.

After a while, a few hurriedly scrawled words appeared on the paper.

After she calmed down a bit, she packed the letter.

"Yinger, come in! I have something to tell you."

Feng Zhen'er repeatedly told Ying'er to deliver the letter to the inn.

If everything goes well, Huo Guang will receive the letter in three days.

Feng Zhen'er still has a glimmer of hope in Huo Guang. In her heart, she is willing to believe that Huo Guang will not abandon her for power, fame and fortune.

In Huaishu Village, every household is preparing for the New Year.

There is almost no farm work in the fields during the twelfth lunar month of winter, which is also a rare two months of leisure for farmers.

A stage was set up at the entrance of the village, and the opera has been sung for three days since the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Yan Shu did not go to the entrance of the village to join in the fun, but prepared New Year's goods in her yard.

Several pieces of good pork fat were put in a wooden basin with salt by Yan Shu. In her hand, she was marinating some fat fish with pepper and salt.

"Mom, listen, the gongs and drums are so lively. I want to go to the entrance of the village to watch a big show."

Yaya begged Yan Shudao.

"Yaya, be obedient. Mother will marinate the meat and take you to the entrance of the village to play."

After saying that, Yan Shu speeded up her hands, smoothed the meat and fish evenly, sealed it, and waited for three days and three nights to be opened and dried.

Yaya looked at Yan Shu busy and busy, her earnest eyes made people feel heartbroken.

"Okay, my dear, mother is done with her work." Yan Shu comforted Yaya apologetically.

The mother and daughter packed up and set off towards the entrance of the village. Egg Yolk is still wagging its tail and happily following behind its owner.

The closer you get to the village entrance, the louder the gongs and drums sound.

The temporary stage was filled with people from both inside and outside the village.

There are also some vendors selling candied haws and fried peanuts.

Several aunts and daughters-in-law from the same village smiled and said hello when they saw Yan Shu and her daughter.

It's strange to say that Yan Shu used to bully her when she was down and out, but now when Yan Shu's abilities show up, everyone starts to respect her.

Yan Shu found a seat in the corner, where there happened to be an empty bench that could seat two or three people.

It was noon, and several women were busy making jelly and picking vegetables at the makeshift cooking pot on the right side of the stage.

This is the rule of singing in every village.

Lunch is provided at noon, which is basically simple vegetable porridge. Villagers who want to stay here to eat are given five cents for convenience.

Not only people from this village were watching the show, but also people from neighboring villages and neighboring townships.

So there were quite a few people staying for lunch.

After a while, the copper bowl where the money was placed was covered with thick copper plates.

Yan Shu looked at the stage, then at the crowd, and suddenly spotted a familiar figure.