Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Qian stood in front of a family, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Asked a woman's voice inside.

Qian's face covered with a smile, said: "seven sister-in-law, it's me, a strong daughter-in-law."

The woman who was called "Seven Sisters in law" seemed to hesitate for a moment. Her tone dropped a lot and she said, "sister-in-law of the Song family, I haven't seen you for several years. Why do you suddenly think of me?"

When he heard seven sister-in-law's words, Qian's words suddenly stopped.

"Not for years." How could Qian not understand the meaning of the words of his seventh sister-in-law? It's just that the current situation doesn't allow her to think much.

"Seven elder sister-in-law, you open the door and let me in first, OK?" Qian said in a low voice.

After waiting at the door for a long time, just when Qian thought that seven sister-in-law would not open the door for her, the wooden door opened and a pale woman appeared behind the door.

The smile on Qian's face was more real: "seven sister-in-law, long time no see."

Seven sister-in-law nodded, side body let Qian into the door, then even the door is not closed, follow Qian into the house.

"I didn't expect to see you for a few years. Seven sister-in-law is still so neat here." Qian looked around the room and said.

"I can't leave anything in this room but a bed. Can't it be neat?" Seven elder sister-in-law smile not smile of answer way.

The smile on Qian's face was stiff, and he soon put on a smile: "seventh sister-in-law, my husband is a little sick these days, and he wants to get some money from seventh sister-in-law to deal with the emergency. It was Dazhuang who helped you in those years, and your seventh brother and you did it. You see, our friendship has been going on for so many years. Will seventh sister-in-law help us this time?"

"If you want to tell me that in those years, I would also like to ask, who ordered Dazhuang to fight with my dead husband and forced him to work in the mining area?" Seven elder sister-in-law's face immediately chills down, looking at Qian's facial expression also didn't start of politeness.

At that time, in order to make song Dazhuang more money, the Qian family robbed song Dazhuang of his work by means of a little hard to see.

No matter how thick skinned Qian was, he didn't dare to continue to talk about the friendship of that year. He reached out and took the seventh sister-in-law's hand and said, "seventh sister-in-law, I was wrong at that time. Please help Dazhuang once, and I'll give you an ox and a horse in the future."

The seventh sister-in-law pulled back her hand: "sister-in-law of the Song family, as you can see, we orphans and widows, not to mention the extra money we lent you, even if we didn't save enough food for the winter this year, we really can't help it."

Qian in front of seven sister-in-law "plop" knelt down: "seven sister-in-law, seven sister-in-law, I beg you, seven sister-in-law."

"Where do I have surplus food at home? You can go to other places to have a look..."

With a bang, another door closed in front of Qian.

It's been two days since Song Dazhuang was angry and had a stroke.

In the past two days, Qian has searched every family in the village, from the village head down to the broken house she usually despises, but no one is waiting to see Qian.

If you are a little more polite, you will send people away as politely as the seventh sister-in-law, point to Qian's head and say, "even if your husband is good, he can't pay back the money. If I have money to lend you, it's better to feed the dog."

Everyone knows that song Dazhuang is lying in bed with a stroke. The doctor says that even if the Song family can afford to pay for his illness, song Dazhuang may not be able to cure it.

What's more, people in the village have long seen the bustle of the Song family. How could anyone lend money to Qian?

Qian sat down on the ground and suddenly felt that he didn't have any running.

After a quarter of an hour, Qian got up from the ground, wiped his tears and went home.

"Ah mu, you dead man, can you work! Did you pull the firewood like this! And you cheap girl! Is that how you beat the water? " As soon as Qian entered the house, he scolded amu and knocked song bao'er's hard-working water to the ground.

Looking at Qian's appearance, song bao'er knows that his mother is coming back empty handed again this day, so he doesn't want to say anything more and lets Qian's temper spill on amu and song qiu'er.

Song qiuer looks at her aunt's appearance, but she is full of sympathy for Qian.

After all... That's my uncle. Song qiuer is still hesitating whether to rescue song Dazhuang, and even Qian's swearing at her turns a deaf ear. Without song Dazhuang, she would not care in this family.

So what if it's saved? Song qiuer looks at the Qian family in front of him, and when he comes back, song Dazhuang will still help the Qian family.

On the one hand, he is really good to himself, on the other hand, he and a mu suffer. Song qiuer's eyes don't have a trace of focus. He seems to have a decision in his heart, but he hesitates about it.

Qian's face song qiuer and amusa enough temper, turned back to the house, saw song Baoer in twist cloth, water dripping out of the basin a drop, immediately scolded: "such a big man even twist cloth can't?"

"Mother!" Song bao'er called, but did not go on.

Both mother and daughter know that song Dazhuang is in danger this time, but they don't want to believe it, so they are more urgent to find something to do, to find an emotional outlet to get rid of the anxiety about song Dazhuang's illness.

Looking at Song bao'er, Qian's tears fell down: "what can I do?"

"Mother doesn't cry." Song bao'er wipes Qian's tears and looks at the ignorant song Dazhuang on the bed. He doesn't know what to do.

Song qiuer saw that amu was still chopping wood. He went up and took amu's axe, and he began to chop wood.

"I'll do it." Amu stops song qiuer and wants to take the axe again.

"Take a rest." Song qiuer shook his head, holding the blunt axe to the firewood, and the pain in his palm followed.

Seeing song qiuer's almost indignant way of chopping firewood, Amu didn't say anything, but silently took out a piece of soft cloth and wrapped the palm of song qiuer's hand with an axe around the soft cloth.

In the yard, I heard song qiuer chopping firewood and song Baoer's mother and daughter's crying. Gradually, song Baoer's mother and daughter's crying became less, and the whole yard was just song qiuer chopping firewood.

Song qiuer stops and sits on the low stool, gasping at the red mark on his palm.

A mu comes forward and wipes the sweat on song qiuer's forehead carefully with a handkerchief. He sits beside and accompanies song qiuer in silence.

Finally, song qiuer is ready to get up. She wants to see song Dazhuang.

Just as song qiuer is about to knock on the door, he hears song Baoer's voice in the room.

"Mother, otherwise we'll prepare for Dad."

Song qiuer just raised his hand, so stiff in front of the door.

A chilling chill, bit by bit, spread from the heart to the limbs.