My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 100 Feudal Young Wife

As the days went by, Chen Xiaomiao felt uneasy lately.

Since the Chinese New Year, Song Jia has rarely contacted her.

At first, Chen Xiaomiao didn't pay attention, thinking that everyone was busy with their own things after the holiday.

However, she repeatedly messaged Song Jia inviting her to her home for dinner, but Song Jia always made various excuses to decline.

This morning, she sent another message, and the response was still, "I've been a bit busy lately, I'll definitely go another day."

Chen Xiaomiao put down her phone, sat down next to Lu Yuan who was watching the morning news, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Lu Yuan, did I offend Sister Song Jia somehow? Why is she always avoiding me?"

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Yuan turned off the TV. "She's not avoiding you, she's just really busy."

"What are you busy with?"

"She's preparing for her exams. Once she's done, she'll probably be pestering you to come out and play every day."

"Exam preparation, what will be on the exam?"

"Taking the civil service exam... is roughly equivalent to the imperial examination. If you pass, you can become a minor official."

Chen Xiaomiao's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"What?! Women taking the imperial examinations to become officials?!" Her voice rose several decibels: "This...this is outrageous!"

Lu Yuan was too lazy to waste his breath trying to instill modern ideas in Chen Xiaomiao; that would be too much of a task.

"Times have changed... If you're really bored, read more books."

He pointed to the bookshelves that covered an entire wall in the study.

As for what ideas Chen Xiaomiao can absorb from the book, let her decide for herself; I'll just guide her a little.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaomiao shook her head vigorously.

"I don't care. As the old saying goes, a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent."

"Reading more books is always a good thing."

"I've read enough books and know enough characters to get by."

Back then, outside Luoyang, brothels would come to the disaster victims to pick people. A young woman like me, who was literate and educated, was worth three catties of flour.

Chen Xiaomiao offered her own reasoning: "Sister Xiaozhi often says that women who have studied too much abroad are wild and easily raise ungrateful children."

Take, for example, that rich girl who liked Brother Xiaoshu. Her family made her study so much Western culture, but in the end, she still stole the family's gold bars and ran away.

Lu Yuan felt a lump in his throat upon hearing this, and was speechless.

Unable to contact Song Jia, Chen Xiaomiao thought of Qi Lili again and found her WeChat account.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Sister-in-law, I'm going to make mutton hot pot today. Why don't you come over and try it at noon?
Not long after the message was sent, Qi Lili called directly.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Lili's voice was cheerful: "I was just thinking of going out to buy some things, but it's not convenient to drive with this big belly. Why don't you come over, Xiaomiao, and we can go shopping together? I'll treat you to lunch!"

Chen Xiaomiao subconsciously looked at the man beside her.

"Let me ask Lu Yuan first."

She covered the phone's microphone and asked softly, "My sister-in-law asked me to drive her out to buy things. Is it okay for you to eat alone at home?"

Lu Yuan waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't worry about me, I'll just grab a bite."

Chen Xiaomiao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said into the phone, "Sister-in-law, let's forget about it..."

As a respectable woman, how could I leave my husband at home starving while I go out and wander around aimlessly?

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xiaomiao looked at the lamb and bones in the refrigerator and was at a loss.

This mutton was delivered by someone through Lü Xin before the Lunar New Year. He said it came from black goats raised in his hometown of Huangya Village, and the meat was of the highest quality.

Most of it has been sent out, and there's still so much left at home. The weather is about to warm up, and if we don't eat it soon, it might go bad.

Seeing her worried expression, Lu Yuan suggested, "If all else fails, send some to Brother Zheng's house upstairs. He sent us fish last time, so let's return the favor."

Chen Xiaomiao thought it made sense, so she quickly packed a few pounds of fresh lamb chops and lamb leg meat into a plastic bag and went out.

Forty minutes later, Chen Xiaomiao came downstairs with a strange expression on her face, as if she had seen a ghost or had swallowed a fly and was disgusted. "What's wrong?" Lu Yuan asked curiously when he saw her with a long face as soon as she came in, "Did you deliver some mutton and have your soul cooked?"

Chen Xiaomiao closed the door, walked to the sofa, sat down, let out a long sigh, and began to describe her magical experience in a serious manner.

“Brother Zheng wasn’t home, only his wife was. I was about to leave after giving her the things, but she insisted on pulling me inside for tea.”

Chen Xiaomiao pouted: "There were several female guests at her house. When they heard my accent, they treated me like I was watching a peculiar spectacle, grabbing me and asking me all sorts of questions."

"What did they ask you?"

"They asked me how old I was, where I was from, and how we met... all of that was fine, but then they started chatting amongst themselves, and I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying. It made me feel really uncomfortable."

Lu Yuan became interested: "What are you talking about that makes you so uncomfortable?"

"One of them has a weird accent, always mixing in some foreign words that I can't understand, and she gestures wildly when she talks, and she's also very loud."

Chen Xiaomiao tried hard to recall the woman's tone of voice and imitated it in a pinched voice.

"She told Gao Rong that having a baby is a woman's greatest 'self-sacrifice,' that she has fallen into a 'consumerism trap,' and that it will ruin her career and life!"

Chen Xiaomiao became angrier the more she thought about it.

"I've never heard anyone talk like that before!"
You won't have children yourself, but you won't let others have them either... Gao Rong is already five or six months pregnant, are you trying to make her childless by saying that?
Judging from her face, she's no good!

"Oh? What do you say?"

Lu Yuan handed over a glass of water and asked with great interest.

Chen Xiaomiao took a sip of water to moisten his throat, then adopted the air of a Taoist charlatan.

"Her forehead was not open, her jaw was not facing upwards, and her whole face looked listless."

High cheekbones, heavy eyebrows, and a dark complexion indicate a narrow-minded, mean-spirited, and petty nature.

And that look in her eyes… tsk tsk, squinty eyes, a fierce glint in her eyes, a classic case of bringing bad luck to husbands and children, whoever marries her will be cursed for eight lifetimes!

Lu Yuan suppressed a laugh, opened his phone, searched for a photo, and handed it over.

The photo shows a Chinese woman with exaggerated Western-style makeup, high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and full lips—the kind of "high-fashion face" that is most widely circulated online.

"This is what it looks like?"

Chen Xiaomiao leaned over for a look, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"That's right! Almost exactly! That's the taste!"
Especially those eyebrows, they're arched so high they look like they're about to fly to the sky! My master said those are called "sword-edge eyebrows," indicating a fierce temperament and weak family ties!

Lu Yuan couldn't hold back any longer and laughed so hard he was shaking on the sofa.

Chen Xiaomiao pondered and asked, "Lu Yuan, is she one of our own?"

"Yes and no?"

"What do you mean?"

Lu Yuan wiped away the tears of laughter and gave her a simple explanation of the concept of ABCs for Chinese descendants.

"Oh, no wonder!"

Chen Xiaomiao slammed her water glass down on the table and delivered her concluding remarks with righteous indignation.

"Now I completely understand, Sister Xiaozhi was absolutely right!"

Women who have studied abroad are prone to raising ungrateful children!
They are all arrogant and their minds are full of heretical and unorthodox theories!

In short—

Chen Xiaomiao took a deep breath.

"Don't trust those foreign things!"

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(End of this chapter)