God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

After giving birth to her eldest daughter, she discussed with her husband and named her Ping'er, which was a word from her mother's name. Her husband liked it very much.

"Ping, what's Ping? My name is Zhaodi." The mother-in-law hit the hookah with a dark face to confirm, but she still called her Ping'er in private. The child is very thin and his head looks very big.

The men go out to work and are not good at words, but when they come home, they always bring back pieces of pastries for them, and then quietly take them out after the lights are turned off at night. She was reluctant to eat it and wanted to leave it for her daughter. The man kept stuffing the cakes into her mouth with a dark face and an unhappy look on his face. She felt warm and broke a piece of pastry in half. She ate half of it and stuffed the other half into the man's mouth. The man smiled, showing his white teeth.

Soon, she became pregnant again, and her mother-in-law looked better again. There was meat in the food every day. She quietly chopped it into puree and fed it to Ping'er, who had just started teething. Ping'er finally didn't look so thin anymore. She smiled and shed tears when she heard the baby's first cry, and the fetus in her belly moved slightly, as if in response to her.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The child was born a few months later, and she was still a daughter. Ping'er pinched the child's fingers and laughed loudly. Her mother-in-law rushed in from outside the door, picked up a broom and spanked Ping'er's butt. Ping'er had just learned to walk at the time and was not yet stable. She fell to the ground and cried. Just call me mother.

She struggled to get up from the bed and protected her daughter with her body, feeling a burning pain in her back.

"This freeloader is a daughter forever. Why are you still protecting her? She's not a loser like you."

Her whole body ached and she could only hold her daughter to prevent the broom from falling on her. She shed tears silently, and the baby on the bed also cried loudly. Her mother-in-law became even more angry, and the force that fell on her was a little stronger.

It was still the same as last time, she started working before she was out of confinement. The man usually came back only once every three days. Every time he came back and saw her, he always had a smile on his face. She couldn't bear to tell him everything that happened at home.

Until one day, her mother-in-law asked her to go to the fields to harvest rice. She had not gotten enough rest after two births. After working for a long time, her waist hurt so much that she could not straighten up.

When she got home, her mother-in-law told her lightly: "The little money loser rolled off the bed and stopped breathing when I came in. I asked Aunt Ma to throw her into the baby tower."

Aunt Ma is a goddess in the village. If a child like this dies in infancy, according to local customs, it cannot be buried in the ancestral grave. Aunt Ma is buried in the baby tower.

The woman felt sad and blamed herself. She often held Ping'er in her arms at night and burst into tears. Ping'er was very sensible. One night he woke up and saw her face full of tears. He gently rubbed his face against her and said in a vague milky voice: "Mom, don't cry, Ping'er is good."

Two years later, she gave birth to another daughter. She was calm and numb to her mother-in-law's scolding. Then when the child was not yet one month old, she went out and came back, and the child disappeared again.

Ping'er was almost four years old at the time. She quietly told her crying mother, "My sister was crying when I gave her to her mother-in-law."

She confronted her mother-in-law, who smoked her cigarette pipe with disdain.

"She's not dead yet, but I think she won't live long anyway. It's getting more and more chaotic outside. I'll just raise you two losers. If you still let me raise you, let me tell you, if you give I can’t give birth to a grandson. When Zhaodi reaches age, I will sell her to the building.”

She cried so hard that she couldn't make a sound, but she vowed to protect her child. In this way, she gave birth to her fourth daughter in fear.

She learned from her previous lesson and held Ping'er with her whenever she went out. Ping'er was already able to help collect firewood, carrying the little baby on her back. She had given birth many times and had not cultivated herself. At the age of less than 30, she was already slightly stooped.

That day, she slept too deeply, and when she woke up, the baby beside her was nowhere to be seen. She shook the old woman vigorously, but was insulted instead.

It was raining heavily outside, and she walked step by step towards the direction of the baby tower. It was located on the darkest side of the village and was surrounded by cemeteries. She had been here before when she was worshiping her ancestors. Her husband told her that there were all the babies that the family could not raise. It is very unlucky for the older child to be buried there.

Every time she passed by there, she would go around it silently, but today, in the pouring rain, she clearly heard her child calling her somewhere.