Liu family
Bai Xiaohua sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression. The pants she was mending in her hand seemed to have offended her, and her eyes were pricked with needles.
Ever since she married into Liu Dazhu's family, Bai Xiaohua's life has not gone smoothly.
She originally thought that she could endure hardship, thinking that this era was difficult, but she could endure it for the future of wealth and wealth, but now she was shaken in her heart.
After going to school, Bai Xiaohua lived in the family building. Her room was small and could only fit a bed. She blamed her parents for being partial. The family conditions were so poor. She only drank porridge and ate pickles every day, which made her look malnourished. All yellow.
At that time, she thought that no matter how bad her life was, it would be like this.
But when she got married to Shanghe Village, Bai Xiaohua realized that her life could get worse.
There are few people working in the Liu family and many people eating. In addition, in order to find a wife, except for money, the place is extremely poor both inside and outside.
On the day she first entered the house, Bai Xiaohua had a meal of meat, which was the wild boar meat that the Liu family had received before. Who knew that it would be her last meal.
After that, every day I had either sweet potato porridge or wild vegetable porridge, which contained a lot of cereals and little rice. The clear soup was watery and I had to rely on pickles to swallow it.
She drank one more bowl, and Widow Liu felt distressed, urging her to go to work and make money all day long.
Bai Xiaohua felt vague regret in her heart. If she had known this, she should have waited. She could have gotten engaged and remarried in a few years.
They were engaged, and it was impossible for Liu Dazhu and Sun Shumei.
But it's too late to regret it now€€€€
Bai Xiaohua was extremely annoyed, turned around and pulled out the motionless glass bead, and tried again.
Ten of them were pricked with fingers, but the glass beads were still glass beads.
With a snap, Bai Xiaohua threw the beads out fiercely.
"Even you bully me, why can Sun Shumei do it but I can't!"
If she had the same ability as Sun Shumei, it would be more difficult, and at least eating would not be a problem.
Bai Xiaohua was so angry that she pulled out the fine needle and pricked it into the quilt. She didn't stop until her pricking hand was sore.
Picking up the glass beads with a cold face, Bai Xiaohua was too lazy to try again and stuffed it under the pillow.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Bai Xiaohua cursed impatiently: "Are they all dead? Don't you know how to open the door?"
She would have put on a show at first, but since she had not had enough to eat or wear warm clothes for days, her life was worse than before when she was not married, and her temper was getting worse.
Liu Aihua, who was busy next door, shrank when she heard this, and quickly walked out to open the door.
She lowered her head, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She thought her eldest brother would have a better temper after marrying a good sister-in-law, but who knew that he was marrying a tigress.
YOU ARE READING
The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]
Narrativa generaleIn the last days, Gu Mingdong became the best piece of period literature The original owner starved to death during the famine years, leaving three younger siblings as cannon fodder. He himself lost his leg and became a stepping stone for the hero a...