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

After eating and washing the dishes, Yan Hecheng went to his friend's house in the village to chat. Yan Xia also felt bored, so he also went to Zhao Xinrong's house, intending to chat with her about the recent gossip in the village.

Because it was too cold, there used to be crowds of people under the Bagua tree at the entrance of the village in the evening, but now there was no one there.

After all, no one would be stupid enough to go out and drink from the northwest wind.

"Sister Xiaoxia, why are you back suddenly? Come in quickly. Have you eaten? I'll go to the kitchen to make something for you."

Yan Xia came back just before noon.

After lunch, she went up the mountain and didn't wander around the village, so Zhao Xinrong didn't know that Yan Xia was back.

So she was surprised and happy to see Yan Xia come to her door.

"I've eaten. You're welcome. I just came out to eat and have a chat with Sister Zhao. Are you not busy?"

Yan Xia quickly grabbed Zhao Xinrong.

I was afraid that she would run to the kitchen.

"Okay, since you've eaten, I won't cook it for you, so as not to make your stomach feel uncomfortable after being so late at night. Come, come and sit in my room. It's very cold outside. Dad, sister Xiaoxia is going back to the village. Come on, Xiao Xiu, Xiao Xiu~ Go to the kitchen and boil a kettle of water, make a cup of chrysanthemum tea for your Aunt Yan to drink, and grab some pumpkin seeds and peanuts. Let me smash them with you, Aunt Yan, so that we can chat. His mouth is so busy."

Qian Guangyi was squatting in the latrine when he heard his wife calling him.

I immediately wiped my butt, lifted my pants and came out.

"Sister Xiaoxia, have you eaten yet? I asked Xiaoxiu to cook two dishes for you, so you can just deal with it?" No wonder it's a husband and wife.

Talking is the same.

"I've eaten, Brother Qian. I'll be back at noon. No, I just had dinner in the evening and I couldn't sleep. I just wanted to come to Sister Zhao to chat and brag. Didn't I disturb you?"

Yan Xia waved her hands quickly.

Whenever they come to Qian's house, the couple is always so polite.

"Have you eaten? Well, you go and sit in the room. I will light a small stove for you and bring it in later. This will save you from the cold."

After all, this is Jiangnan, and the air is damp and cold.

Even inside, it wasn't very warm.

Yan Xia did not refuse.

She nodded and went in with Zhao Xinrong.

"Sister, take off your shoes and sit on the bed. The bed is warm!"

Zhao Xinrong saw Yan Xia sitting on the chair properly and pulled her to the bed.

Unable to resist her enthusiasm, Yan Xia had no choice but to go to bed.

Zhao Xinrong placed two more pillows on Yan Xia's back, letting her lean on them, and then covered her with the folded quilt.

"Oh, Sister Zhao, what are you doing? I'm not in confinement. Come, come, come, let's lean on each other."

Yan Xia was embarrassed to be served.

She pulled Zhao Xinrong and leaned down together.

"It's all because of you that our family is so prosperous now, sister Xiaoxia. Without you, how could my family live a good life? I feel like a mirror in my heart. Don't be polite to me. I will treat you as my own sister. So don’t be burdened in your heart, this is what I should do.”

Zhao Xinrong looked into Yan Xia's eyes and said seriously.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I haven't been back for a while if anything big happened in the village recently. Please tell me."

Yan Xia's eyes were filled with stars.

She loves gossip.

I love gossiping the most.

"Yes! Of course there is! There's more than one!"

Zhao Xinrong also liked to talk about this. She swallowed the words of gratitude and spoke slowly.

"Zhu Xiaohua's niece, you know, it's Zhu Wenjuan! The child she gave birth to was a sick child. Didn't you tell me before that on the day she was born prematurely, you were just returning to the village, but that boy Liu Wangtao stopped the carriage and asked you to take him with him? He Cheng, well, Zhu Wenjuan is also pitiful. She must have had a hard time giving birth to a son, but she still has trouble raising him and gets sick at every turn.

Wang Tao's family is so poor that he can't afford to hire a doctor all day long. He is also cruel. When the snow fell a few days ago, he secretly threw his child up the mountain. The heavy snow covered it overnight. Lao Hou, how can the child survive! Zhu Wenjuan is crazy! She made a big fuss at Liu's house with a kitchen knife, and Ma Efen was even injured!

I didn't dare to go in and take a look. I heard from the villagers that half of her palm was gone, and half of Wangtao's hand was cut off. There was no hope of any heirs. After she was injured, Zhu Wenjuan ran away, and no one knew about her. Wherever she went, I hope she and her children can live well. Oh, what a pitiful person. "

Zhao Xinrong sighed repeatedly after speaking.

A look of distress on his face.

"After the snow melted, Li Zheng didn't organize anyone to go look for it? Even if the child died, we still have to bring the body back. What's the matter? If you don't want to raise it, you will die next time if you get sick, or give it away if you can't give birth to it. Why would the child's family throw it to the mountain and freeze to death? Oh, the child must be so cold."

Yan Xia shook his head.

"Isn't that right! That's what I said too. If you can't afford it, just treat him. Why do you have to freeze him to death? It's better to give him away than throw him away. So I said that boy Wangtao is cruel! His own son was also able to do it. Bai Lizheng sent people to look for him, but unfortunately nothing was found. Even the quilt that the child was wrapped in was missing. I don't know if it was dragged away by a wild wolf. Hey, what a surrender. Wrong family, Amitabha, Buddha takes care of me, I hope this child will find a good family in his next life."

Zhao Xinrong clasped her hands together.

Bowed in the direction of the window.

Yan Xia doesn't hate Zhu Wenjuan, nor does she dislike her. It can be said that she just treats her as a stranger.

She felt that this girl was stupid and had no ability to think of her own. She knew that her family was not good, but she always had illusions about them. If she had not listened to Zhu Xiaohua, she would have married Chang Lu long ago.

How could we live like this?

After all, it was the path she chose. Yan Xia couldn't control it or interfere with it. After saying a few words to Zhao Xinrong, she changed the subject and started talking about the next gossip.

An hour later.

After hearing enough gossip, Yan Xia left the Qian family with satisfaction.

After coming out, the cold wind blew loudly outside, and Yan Xia shrank her neck.

It's still warm inside.

When she got home, she found that Cheap Daddy was still awake, and the light from the candlelight in the room was reflected through the window.

"Xia'er, are you back? Dad gave you some soup and put it on your bed. The hot water is on the stove. You should wash up before it gets cold and go to bed quickly."

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Yan Hecheng opened the door with his coat on, stretched out his head and said to Yan Xia.

"Hey, I'll go back to sleep right now. Dad, you should go to bed early too."

Yan Xia, who had never been cared for by her parents, felt the feeling of being remembered at this moment.

In modern times, she is a hard working worker.

Every time she worked overtime until night, when she returned to the dilapidated rental house, what awaited her was always a dark room.

There was no one in the house, and no one cared whether she was tired or hungry, or whether she had eaten.

It is precisely because of people like the Yan family that she feels the warmth of family affection and the lively atmosphere, which she has never experienced before.