Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

Chen has lived here for decades.

She also knows a thing or two about what happened in the He family.

I just can't tell who is the concubine, Jiao'er or Bai Ruixue.

When she saw Jiaoer's pregnant belly, she thought she was He Tian's wife.

Since the alley is not big, when Mrs. Song beats and scolds Bai Ruixue, almost everyone in the alley can hear her.

Everyone thought she was teaching a disobedient concubine.

"Oh, let's go. My He family has been defeated and we can't support her anymore. It's better to be kind. I have lived for so many years and never made enemies with others. The men in my family died early. I will My son grew up with shit and urine. In order for him to go to school, I sold most of my dowry, but he, hey! Just don’t mention it, Sister Chen, you said I have never done anything bad in my life, why does God want to You tortured me like this. You should have heard me beating and scolding that concubine, but you don’t know what she did. She was originally pregnant with my son’s flesh and blood, but in order not to suffer the pain of her flesh and blood, she committed herself to Shen Jiading had an affair with him.

The baby in my belly also had a miscarriage. How could I keep her? I was the one who drove her away. I couldn't bear to sell her. That's all. At first, I thought she was pitiful. She was as thin as a kitten. Yes, she called me aunt, and I relented, rescued her from the refugee pile, and made her a maid of my He family, but she climbed into my son's bed! If I hadn't been pregnant with the child, I wouldn't have let Xiao Tianna come in. It's okay to leave, just leave. Our family of three is in peace. The house is gone, the money is gone, and we don't know what the future will be like. How to live. "

Mrs. Song sighed.

Talking nonsense.

The words were half true and half false.

But Mr. Chen believed it 100%.

"Huh? She's so hateful. You fought well! If you ask me, Sister Song, you have a kind heart. If this happened to my family, I would break her legs. You are such a coquettish fox. You treat her so well. You say yes. It’s not an exaggeration to call her a savior. Sure enough, a refugee is a refugee. She is a white-eyed wolf that is not well-raised. It’s better to drive her away. If possible, leave her at home. I will greet you in the future. You can take this egg back. I have enough food at home. If so in the future. If you still use a wooden cart, come over and ask me to borrow it.”

Mrs. Chen pushed the egg in her hand to Mrs. Song again.

There was distress in his eyes.

"No, no, no, this won't work. One thing goes for one thing. I used your wooden cart, Sister Chen. I have to give you the eggs. I took these eggs from my old house. There are two in total. My family can't bear to eat them. , it just so happens that each of our two families has one. I will go back later and make some egg custard to replenish the health of my son and daughter-in-law while cooking. You should accept it quickly, otherwise I will be embarrassed to borrow anything from you again."

Mrs. Song pushed the egg back.

"In this case, I will accept the eggs. I bought a bag of brown sugar this morning. I will scoop some for you. When your daughter-in-law finishes giving birth, let her drink it to keep herself healthy and give birth to another child." Ms. Chen didn't know what day it would be. Now he is a chickenless person.

After all, Lu Zhixian didn't make it clear in court about matters related to a man's dignity.

So she thought He Tian only had his arms and legs disabled.

That thing can still be used.

Mrs. Song's eyes lit up when she heard the word brown sugar.

Her goal was achieved.

The purpose of what she said just now was to slander Bai Ruixue and complain at the same time, to make Mrs. Chen in front of her feel pity for her, and then to spread her words in this alley. In just a few days, Mrs. Song got to know Mrs. Chen. Thorough.

Mr. Chen each has one advantage and one disadvantage.

The advantage is that he is kind-hearted and loves to help others.

The disadvantage is that his mouth is too big and he likes to talk.

Ms. Song carefully grasped her strengths and weaknesses and created an image of a good person for herself.

In this way, if she has difficulties in the future, she can ask her neighbors for help.

Others will definitely help her without hesitation because she feels sorry for her.

Look.

Isn’t this just brown sugar?

Brown sugar is more expensive than eggs.

The Song family simply can't afford it now.

"Wait for me here. Don't leave, otherwise I will send her to your house." Mrs. Chen asked Mrs. Song to wait at the door, and she turned around and went home.

After entering the kitchen, she took out a large bowl and scooped out half a bowl of brown sugar, but as soon as she closed the cupboard, she felt heartbroken.

"Oh, my mouth, what are you doing so quickly? Half a bag of this small bowl is gone. Brown sugar is so expensive. An egg is nothing. Oh, that's all. The words are all out. Mrs. Song is so pitiful. Why? Just give it." Mrs. Chen poured the brown sugar back.

I got a small wooden bowl specially designed for my grandson to hold the brown sugar.

Only half the original amount.

But it still made her feel distressed.

Chen murmured to himself, regretting it so much.

She walked to the door and found Mrs. Song still waiting, but with a troubled look on her face.

"Sister Chen, you really don't need it. Brown sugar is so valuable. You can keep it for yourself to drink. I'm really embarrassed to take it. Although my son was beaten to a disability and my house and money were taken away by Shen Jiading, I'm still fine. As long as I live, I will wash clothes for others, pick up rotten leaves on the street, and my son will not be hungry. I am just a miserable person. Hey, I'm leaving, Sister Chen, don't give me brown sugar."

Song didn't take it.

After she said that, she turned around and left.

But there was light in his eyes.

Chen didn't notice.

When she heard Song's words, she felt reluctant to let go just now, but now she disappeared in an instant.

I saw Mrs. Chen forcing the wooden bowl in Mrs. Song's hand.

"Here, we are all neighbors, helping each other! Although life in my family is not easy, my two sons are capable. They carry sandbags every day and can make some money. Although my family lives in this shabby place every year, I'm in the house, but I'm still hungry. I bought this brown sugar for my little daughter-in-law. She still feels uncomfortable after giving birth four years ago. I'm thinking of letting her take some supplements. It's okay. I still have a lot left at home. , you can take this bowl back and come to me if you need anything in the future. If you can help, I will definitely help."

Mrs. Chen waved her hand and pulled the wooden cart back home.

I'm afraid Mrs. Song won't ask for brown sugar.

Close the door quickly.

"Mom, is the wooden cart back? Have you seen Atong's bowl? He is clamoring for a small bowl to eat." Chen's youngest son Jiang Dafeng came out of the kitchen and happened to see his mother closing the door.

The wooden bowl that Mrs. Chen just gave to Mrs. Song is a rice bowl for her grandson, and was made by Jiang Dafeng himself for his son.

"My mother just took this bowl to fill some brown sugar for Mrs. Song. Her family is suffering. Shen Jiading was the one who was killed. She was the one who was beheaded. You were carrying sandbags that day. You don't know, but my mother went to see you. Too It's scary, but my mother feels relieved. I heard that Shen Jiading killed many people. He really deserved it. He died so quickly, so it was easier for him! By the way, take the wooden cart back to the utility room and put it at the door. In the way.”

Chen said as she handed the wooden cart to her son.

Let him take it to the utility room.