Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 218 Mother Doesn't Like Her

After Lin Yuzhu said what she wanted to say, she got up and left. She didn't want to discuss life with Song Sansao.

It's not that we can't afford fabrics, but it's hard to fill our desires.

The habit of taking advantage of others will only encourage the greed of getting something for nothing.

Mrs. Song San's head was struck by a clock, which made her shiver a little, and then she became angry for no reason.

"Am I for myself? I'm not for the child!" She subconsciously growled at Lin Yuzhu's back.

But she froze.

She had heard this sentence since she was a child.

From mother's mouth.

Use a hysterical tone when your parents are beating you upside down.

"Chunxiang is the same as when I was a child. I let her go to school and feed her, but I never beat her!"

"Isn't this what a mother should do? Why do you think it's her honor?"

A plain rhetorical question floated over from the courtyard, and Song Sansao was stopped by the question, subconsciously looking at her daughter with her head down.

Yes
Why do you think it's her pleasure
"A lot of girls from other people's families don't have a chance to go to school! Am I not good enough for her!"

She seemed to have found strong refuting evidence, and her waist straightened instantly.

The door on the far left opened, revealing a sleepy face with half-closed eyes.

"Third Aunt, why are you arguing? You don't take a nap, you don't have the energy to go to work in the afternoon." Song Zhaodi grumbled and complained.

After working all morning, I was sun-drenched and tired. If I didn’t take a nap when I came back at noon, I couldn’t lift my spirits in the afternoon.

However, the third aunt still screamed there, which was annoying.

"Didn't my third uncle and grandma let Chunxiang go to school? Last year you said you should stop going to school and stay at home with your younger brother."

She stared in bewilderment, then closed the door.

Which of the children in the family has not read at the age?

She and her sister were in such difficult years, and the family insisted that they finish fifth grade.

Third Aunt was just weird because she couldn't read, so she didn't let Chunxiang go to school.

Illiteracy is a disadvantage, and she has several little sisters who are very envious of her going to school.

Later, they had the opportunity to learn knowledge and literacy at night, which they especially cherished.

Song Sansao was overthrown by her niece, and her face turned blue and red.

Lin Yuzhu's words were like broken rice grains sticking to her fingers when the soles of her shoes were glued, and it was difficult to buckle them off when the wind blew, and it scratched her face very much.

I don't know how many times my husband has told her that there is nothing wrong with a daughter, the first child is rare.

She always quarrels with him, and it's not the first child at all. The good boy is her first child.

She doesn't like daughters, and only by giving birth to a son can she be tough.

Just like this family, five brothers, who dares to bully them?

Only after giving birth to a son, the in-laws will not underestimate the despicable behavior that she brought to her door on her own initiative.

This is a thorn in her heart that has been buried in her heart for many years. She always feels that her family never mentions it, but they must look down on her secretly.

She needs something to back her up, but she has nothing to offer.

She didn't even have a dowry, and only had two clothes and two pairs of shoes when she came.

The only thing she can think of is to have a son.

No one could understand why she cried so much when she knew that the baby was a daughter.

It was a kind of belief that supported her, full of expectations, and a sense of helplessness that collapsed.
Song Sansao stared blankly at the ground, and touched her face with a small hand.

"Mother, don't cry, shame face."

The childish voice of the baby with the teasing childish words pulled her back as if she was thinking, and she was surprised that tears were streaming down her face.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at her youngest son who was wrinkling his nose and making faces, and turned to look at the thin figure squatting in the room silently cleaning up the urine ring full of excrement and urine.

She was silent.

The younger son dared to make funny faces to tease her.

The daughter never dared to approach her.

She was like this when she was a child. She was always cautious in front of her mother, afraid of being scolded or beaten.

Because she knew very well in her heart that her mother didn't like her.

"Chunxiang." Her voice was a little dry.

"Hey." Song Chunxiang responded in a low voice.

Song Sansao pursed her lips, and moved her body uncomfortably, "Go and take the Shihlin blue cloth in the cabinet to your little aunt, and ask her if she can change it to a brighter color cloth."

"Ah?" Song Chunxiang was a little puzzled.

Didn't those cloths say they were going to make new clothes for dad?

It would be decent to go to my uncle's house then.

Song Sansao stared habitually, and pulled her face down, "Go if you are told! If you are willing to change, I want peach red flowers and army green!"

"Oh." Song Chunxiang shrank her neck, and hurriedly ran over to open the closet door, feeling a little excited in her heart.

Big pink flowers, my mother never wears such eye-catching colors, could it be...

Want to make clothes for her?

She walked to the door with the neatly folded cloth in her arms, "Well, then I'm going to find my little aunt..."

Song Sansao hummed impatiently and turned her face away.

Song Chunxiang walked briskly across the yard with cloth in her arms, walked to the room at the opposite corner, stood still, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked~"

Lin Yuzhu was packing up the things she brought back, when she turned her head and saw the little girl coming in with cloth in her arms, she raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

"Little aunt, my mother asked if you could exchange this cloth for bright-colored cloth." Song Chunxiang stood at the door and asked cautiously, looking at Lin Yuzhu nervously.

"Change cloth?" Lin Yuzhu smiled playfully and waved, "Come on, tell me what cloth your mother wants to change."

In fact, the third sister-in-law is not as poor as she appears.

The third brother learned some tricks from an old hunter before, and from time to time he was able to catch some wild game and sell it in the town for money.

Because there is no oil to cook, the price is much lower than pork.

The third sister-in-law is the kind of person who is extremely stingy, she can't wait to break a penny into two flowers, and if she can afford it, she will definitely not spend a penny more.

She can ask for it with her sister-in-law, and she can pack up and use it if it is about to become waste.

In contrast, she can also save money.

The second sister-in-law once complained that the whole family estimated that she saved the most money, and she saved the daughter-in-law for the son early.

Song Chunxiang walked over shyly, "My mother said, if my little aunt is willing, she would like to change to pink and big flower ones and army green ones."

"Oh? Looks like it's for a child?" Lin Yuzhu raised her eyebrows, "Isn't the big pink flower for you~"

"I don't know." Song Chunxiang lowered her head shyly, grinding the ground with her toes back and forth, "My mother didn't say anything."

Lin Yuzhu saw that she was full of anticipation and joy, and felt that this girl was particularly distressing.

She smiled and pinched the little girl's face, "Come on, what kind of suit do you like, you can decide for yourself."

"Huh? I choose?" Song Chunxiang waved his hands again and again, "My mother."

"Oh~ I can use the ones with pink and big flowers, why don't you choose them first. Maybe they are for making clothes for you? I also have small seersucker plaids here~"

Lin Yuzhu placed the fabrics on the bed one by one, all of which were small, fresh and bright colors.

Some were gifts from others, and some were her dowry.

The little girl was so pressured by the third sister-in-law that she almost didn't dare to have her own opinion, so she opened her mouth and kept her mouth shut [my mother said].

This is a bad parenting style.

Lack of love, lack of self-confidence.

When she grows up, if others treat her a little better, she will be easily moved, especially scumbags.

　Thank you Shangyu for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)