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Most villagers called Qi Wushang a wild child. He lived with his grandfather in the cowshed.

He is also a poor kid. It takes many years for him to return to the city.

The eldest branch of the Yuan family lives at the east end of the village. There are not many villagers living there. The only neighbor is Aunt Huang, who has a cheerful and very generous personality and is also good at doing farm work.

The sisters brought the chickens home, which really surprised Dujuan. She didn't expect her own daughter to be so powerful. San Ya told the story of her second sister's heroic deeds in vivid detail.

Yuan Zhi held his head high and chest puffed out like a proud rooster.

"Erya, the forest is very dangerous. Don't go there again." Dujuan advised. Her voice was gentle and soft. She never beat or scolded her children like other parents.

If she reprimanded him, Yuan Zhimiao might have argued back. But seeing his mother's gentle and patient persuasion, Yuan Zhimiao bowed his head and said he would not go.

San Ya kept yelling, "Eat chicken, eat chicken, eat chicken tonight!"

Well! Sanya is a real foodie, her big round eyes look just like a yellow-skinned man craving for meat.

Du Juan touched her little girl's head affectionately and smiled: "I'll give you meat tonight."

Supplies are in short supply now. In fact, in theory, all supplies on the mountain belong to the collective. Villagers will catch some small prey such as rabbits and chickens. If it is wild boars, they will be distributed within the village. If anyone is found to be hoarding and selling them privately, they will be reported and criticized.

The good life of the old Yuan family begins with this whole chicken meal tonight. Yuan Zhimiao feels that he has a system in his hands and will surely thrive in this era.

The most delicious ingredients are often cooked in the simplest way. Just a little oil, salt, chopped green onions and potatoes, and the fragrant chicken soup is ready.

Dujuan filled a large bowl of chicken soup and asked the third girl to take it to her grandmother Fan Chunhua.

The filial piety is commendable, but it's a pity that the old lady will not be grateful. This bowl of chicken will probably go into Second Aunt's stomach. After all, she is a great contributor to the Yuan family.

Yuan Zhimiao didn't care, as long as he had meat to eat and soup to drink, it was fine. The coarse grain steamed buns really hurt his throat.

Yuan Dazhuang didn't come back until the evening, covered in mud. He washed and changed his clothes in the yard before going into the house to have dinner.

Today's dinner is very rich, with potato stewed chicken soup, spinach and peanuts, and corn porridge. This is a meal that you don't usually have.

When Yuan Dazhuang learned that his second daughter had gone to the mountains to hunt, he adopted the same attitude as Du Juan and forbade her to go there again, saying it was too dangerous. If she was licked by a blind bear, she would be disfigured.

It takes about an hour to travel from Laoshan Village to Yishui Town by oxcart. The driver is Yuan Fugui from the village. Yuan Zhimiao calls him Uncle Yuan. Although he is only in his early thirties, he looks old-fashioned and has a mouthful of big yellow teeth when he smiles.

Yuan Zhimiao spent two days trying to persuade Du Juan to take her to town. She said that she would go to the village primary school tomorrow, and she had rested enough. She was too young to do much, so she had to grow up slowly and wait for the opportunity to make a splash.

The villagers sat on the oxcart, chatting about all kinds of gossip. There were few entertainment options in this era. If there was any disturbance, no one could gossip.

In his previous life, Yuan Zhimiao lived in the countryside for many years. Although it was already a new countryside at that time, the essence remained the same and nothing in the countryside was a secret.

Sitting opposite Du Juan and Yuan Zhimiao, mother and son, was Huang Meijuan from Qiantun.

Yuan Zhimiao saw the subtitles, and she opened the panel with her mind, and saw Huang Meijuan's personal details. Huang Meijuan was 25 years old and was Yuan Dazhuang's former blind date.

Oh my, this, this, this, it turned out to be my father's ex-girlfriend. No wonder that little look was like a knife looking at the mother and daughter.

"Sister Yuan, I heard that your second uncle's wife is about to give birth. I heard your old lady say everywhere that it will definitely be a son this time." Huang Meijuan made small talk and spoke in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

Du Juan said calmly, "Yes! I also think Dongmei will give birth to a boy this time."

Seeing that the other party was not angry, Huang Meijuan became even angrier. If Du Juan had not intervened, she would be Yuan Dazhuang's wife now.

Huang Meijuan continued, "Sister-in-law Yuan, you two already have three money-losing goods, are you ready to have another one?"

Before Dujuan could refute her.

Yuan Zhimiao was not happy with this. She said, "What's wrong with being a daughter? All great men are women who hold up half the sky! This is discrimination against women and children. I'm going to report you to the commune."

Huang Meijuan exploded at once. She said: "You reported me for saying something. Look at every son in the village. If you can't give birth to a son, there will be no one to take care of you when you get old."

Du Juan said, "Huang Meijuan, just take care of yourself. Don't worry about the affairs of my Yuan family."

Huang Meijuan continued to insist, "They are a bunch of money-losing bastards. They look so dissolute and it's obvious that they are not good at giving birth."

A loud slap in the face.

Huang Meijuan looked at Yuan Zhimiao, the little kid who hit her, with a look of shock on her face.

"You actually hit me?"

Yuan Zhimiao looked at her with disdain: "I'll beat you up if I want to. Do I have to choose a day?"

"You little slut, I'm going to beat you to death." Huang Meijuan lost her mind and pounced on Yuan Zhimiao.

Du Juan rushed to try to stop them, and the two women immediately started fighting. Taking advantage of the chaos, Yuan Zhimiao used her small fists to hit Huang Meijuan's painful spots. Huang Meijuan's body arched in pain, like a cooked prawn.

At this time, the driver Yuan Fugui stopped the ox cart, and Huang Meijuan lost her balance and fell down. She fell flat on her face, which was very miserable.

Huang Fugui said angrily, "If you can sit, sit. If you can't sit, get out of here." He had just heard the quarrel behind him. He thought it was a woman's quarrel and he, as a grown man, couldn't get involved. He didn't expect that they would fight. He had to mediate.

The woman at the side was also busy talking. Yuan Zhimiao glared at Huang Meijuan, the woman with a bad mouth. If she dared to say anything more, she would continue to slap her until she didn't even recognize her own mother. She was always simple in her dealings, and she would never talk if she could take action.

After Huang Meijuan was beaten, the road was quiet. This was the unwilling and resentful look, telling Yuan Zhimiao that this woman had not given up, it didn't matter, the cruel reality would definitely slap her in the face.

After arriving at Yishui Town, they agreed with Yuan Fugui to meet at 2 pm, and then the ox cart group dispersed and went their separate ways.

Yuan Zhimiao followed Du Juan and saw her mother was silent for a long time. She said, "Mom, I was reckless on the ox cart just now. What that woman said was really too much."

Du Juan stopped and turned to look at her daughter: "Mom, I don't blame you. You stood up for me, and I'm so happy."

"Then why are you unhappy, mom? Why do you look so depressed?" Yuan Zhimiao asked.

Du Juan's eyes were melancholy, and her tone was a little sad and low: "She is right, mother did not give your father a son. This is criticized in the village. Although your father did not say anything, mother is still uneasy and blames herself."

Yuan Zhimiao said: "Mom, you don't need to blame yourself. Whether it's a boy or a girl has nothing to do with you. It's all decided by men."