"Grandma, my stomach hurt, I squatted in the toilet for too long," Yuan Chun explained, "Grandma, the work on the private plot isn't finished today, I'll come alone to do it tomorrow."
Yuan Chun was also born in the countryside, as a child, she often followed her parents to the fields to work, after graduating from university and starting work, she would return home to do farm work during the May Day and National Day holidays.
With the memory of the original owner, this farm work seems very easy to her.
"Letting you carry manure, getting all stinky, aren't you afraid of being disliked by others." The elder granddaughter is set to marry into a good family; she can't let herself be looked down on.
Grandma Feng scolded her elder granddaughter and then continued to weed.
This patch of land, all belongs to the people of Feng Family Village, quite a few folks were working in the field, someone laughed and said, "Aunt Ding, even if your Yuan Chun carries manure, someone will still fight to marry her, no way they'd dislike her."
Grandma Feng's surname is Ding, the younger generation in the village all call her Aunt Ding.
Third Aunt Feng, Ding Xiaotao, and Ding Chunli, are all from Grandma Feng's maiden village.
Grandma Feng replied with a smile, "That's right, you couldn't find a girl prettier than my Yuan Chun in ten miles around, she's also top-notch hardworking, whoever marries into our family will be really lucky."
"Luck is luck, but the dowry your family demands is too much, no rural folk can afford one hundred yuan, it's not like city girls who have a salary every month."
The speaker's tone was somewhat sour.
A daughter, exchanged for one hundred yuan.
Quite valuable.
Liu Qingqiu glanced at the woman, and said loudly, "Madam Gousheng, city boys can't marry a wife for one hundred yuan, they need to have three spins and one sound, twenty-four legs, and a dowry of two or three hundred yuan, that's expensive; my Yuan Chun only asks for one hundred yuan."
Pausing for a moment, Liu Qingqiu aimed another jab at her, "My Yuan Chun isn't an illiterate girl, she graduated high school, one hundred yuan to marry a high school graduate, isn't expensive at all."
Madam Gousheng: "..."
Gousheng's illiterate sister: "..."
She suspects, Yuan Chun's mom is insulting her.
But she can't retaliate.
So angry.
However, she envies Feng Yuanchun for having a literate mom, who can teach her to read and write.
"You useless thing, even lazy with some work, hurry up and work, can't you see it's getting dark." Madam Gousheng, frustrated by the earlier exchange, turned to see her daughter dazing and erupted in anger towards her daughter.
Pulled her daughter's hair and punched a few times.
Beaten Feng Zhaodi began crying and shouting.
The Feng family buried themselves in work, as if they didn't hear anything.
...
As soon as Chen Shengjun arrived home, Granny Chen screamed loudly and rushed over, "Curse the heavens! Sheng Jun, who's the short-lived ghost that beat you, you're bleeding, Sheng Jun, quickly tell mom, I'll go settle the score with them."
"Mom, no one hit me, I accidentally bumped into a tree trunk while walking," Chen Shengjun couldn't bear to admit he was beaten by a woman.
Granny Chen glared angrily, slapping her son on the back, "You brat, want to drive me to my grave? Your face is swollen from someone's beatings, yet you're covering for them. That tree trunk could leave you with five-finger marks? Quickly, tell me who hit you, don't think just because our Chen Family is poor, we can be bullied, I'll tell you, your mom isn't easy to mess with."
"Mom, I'm in so much pain, can you stop questioning?" Depressed, Chen Shengjun entered a small thatched room on the east side.