Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

"Adopted children are never as good as biological children!" Da Hua clicked her tongue in amazement.

Song Xianglan also doesn't really recommend adoption.

The main problem is that genes are hard to predict. In her past life, she encountered many adopted children, and in her later years, she was almost killed by her adopted sons and daughters.

"It's enough for two people to live together. It doesn't necessarily mean raising children."

Sanhua picked up the sweater that Sihua had placed aside, tugged at the yarn in her hand, and quickly picked at it with the needle.

"A person spends their whole life thinking about their children."

"Third Aunt, you don't know, there are several women in my husband's village whose bellies are as big as pots, but they never got pregnant after giving birth."

"Family planning is strictly enforced now, and most families have several children, so they're even less allowed to have more."

Da Hua drained the washed vegetables. "They say if a rural resident's first child is a girl, they can have a second child after five years?"

"Yes, five years later."

Wu Hua shrank back. "The family planning office of that commune came to the village in a tractor, dragged the women to the health center. They sterilized them after the tubal ligation. I'm not going to go through that surgery."

"There's no reason not to have children."

Song Xianglan shifted her sitting position, grabbed a handful of oranges and started eating. "You've already had five children and you still want more? If you're not going to get a tubal ligation, then tell your husband to get one. Xiang Dong from my family all got tubal ligations."

These words were spoken.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Song Xiangmei's eyes widened, and the rag in her hand fell to the ground.

"Third sister, you're being too reckless. Even if you love your daughter-in-law, you can't torture your son like this. What kind of man would go through a C-section just to avoid having children? The child doesn't crawl out of the man's belly."

"Why not?"

Song Xianglan was most annoyed that women were made to do things that men couldn't do, and then she would add that all women in the world were like that.

"If a woman can take a knife wound, why can't a man? Just because he has an extra fried dough stick and two eggs?"

The nieces blushed with embarrassment.

Sihua waved her hands repeatedly, "Third Aunt, my husband definitely won't do it. If anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. You can't find many men in the whole of Qingyang who would be willing."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly:

"They only think about themselves. They keep that thing, thinking they can find another woman to have a child with someday."

Whether you can have children or whether your health has deteriorated is not within their consideration.

Sanhua stopped her needlework. "My sister-in-law is the women's director in the village. She shouts through a loudspeaker every day that the country is advocating for controlling population size and improving population quality."

Fewer births, better births, a lifetime of happiness.

They even said it's good to only have one child, so the government can take care of your retirement.

From now on, the government will give money to only children every month, so those people can have money to spend just by staying at home.

Da Hua scoffed, "State-provided pensions? I don't believe it. When I'm old, won't I still rely on my son to break pots and pans?"

Wu Hua picked up a broom and swept up the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground, planning to throw them into the chicken coop later. "Our village isn't strict, but the county is really scary."

The walls were covered in large red characters: "You illegally gave birth, I will demolish your house according to the law." "Bring them down, keep them, but don't give birth." Just looking at it made me shudder.

"She's already pregnant, and you still want to induce labor."

"I saw another one," Sihua chimed in, "'First pregnancy, IUD; second pregnancy, sterilization; unplanned pregnancy, scraping.'"

Song Xiangmei sighed with a worried look, "How can one child be enough? They won't even have anyone to help them in the future."

"Big sister," Song Xianglan retorted without any politeness, "what's the use of having ten or eight children if they're just like your previous sons? They're just here to collect debts."

Song Xiangmei was speechless.

Those few are indeed here to collect debts, so we should have more children; surely one of them will be good.

Song Xianglan spat out the seeds from the tangerine peel, saying, "In our Qingyang, the idea of ​​carrying on the family line is deeply ingrained."

Believe it or not, in a few years, some people will definitely spend money to give birth in Southeast Asia and Hong Kong and Macau. If they can't go openly, they'll smuggle themselves in.

However, the family planning office is now keeping a close eye on things, and no family with several children can escape sterilization.

Da Hua chuckled and patted her belly.

"I'm old enough to have grandchildren, I'm at the age where the water supply is cut off, so I don't need to get a tubal ligation."

Sanhua lowered her head, her voice weak.

"But Auntie, what else can we women do if we don't have more children?"

Song Xianglan heard this saying, "If you're not going to suffer, then you're going to suffer."

I was furious.

Not only do men look down on women, but women themselves also consider themselves inferior.

"Bullshit! You were born just to have babies? You don't do any work at home? You don't earn any money? Are you a reincarnated sow, only good for giving birth to piglets?"

Sanhua was startled.

His head was almost down to his knees.

She wanted to explain that everyone thought this way, and that she also hoped for an improvement in women's status.

But it has always been this way.

Song Xianglan pointed at her forehead and cursed, "You're not that old, but the words you utter are like those of a dried corpse from five thousand years ago."

The spring breeze of reform has swept across the country, but it hasn't awakened your little brain, which is still tightly bound by foot-binding cloth.

After scolding Sanhua.

She then launched a scathing attack on Song Xiangmei:

"It's all your fault as a mother for not setting a good example. You always say that suffering is a blessing, and all your daughters have been influenced by you to look down on their own gender. As long as you get used to suffering, you'll never have enough suffering."

Don't assume that hardship will come before sweetness; hardship at first means continuous hardship.

Song Xiangmei sat on a small stool, remaining silent as she was scolded.

The big flowers and the others didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Song Xianglan slowed her speech, "Having fewer children and saving more money makes life sweeter than sugarcane."

"You guys have had so many babies in a row, think about it: when you cough for a long time and then laugh loudly, do you experience urinary incontinence? When you do heavy work, do you feel a downward pulling pain in your lower abdomen?"

Da Hua's face stiffened, and she sighed:

"I didn't realize it when I was younger, but it's really true these days."

Da Hua is considered to have had few children.

Her husband was always obedient, but even so, he suffered a lot when he was young.

I suffered a lot at the hands of my mother-in-law when I first married into the family.

Even among sisters-in-law, there are often sordid disputes; they can fight and argue fiercely over half an egg.

Things were better after they separated from the family.

Wu Hua muttered under her breath, "I gave birth to all five of my children at home. The pain was excruciating, and my mother-in-law would quickly tell me to go to work in the fields. My second and third children were both born in the fields."

The fifth child was born by the pond. I kept telling her I was in unbearable pain and about to give birth. But she insisted I was a lazy woman.

Now my stomach cramps whenever I get cold. I also have migraines, lower back pain, and urinary incontinence.

I have all of these problems; look how big my knuckles are. They're all postpartum ailments from washing clothes during my confinement period.

"You can not work for ten days after having a son, but you can only do it for two or three days after having a daughter."

Hearing this, Song Xiangmei felt heartbroken and wiped away her tears.

Then I remembered that I had given birth to eleven children, which left me with a host of health problems.

If it weren't for Cong Ying prescribing some medicine to help her recover, she would have to change her pants just for laughing out loud.

She looked out of the courtyard, gritted her teeth, and said, "Once Chunxia comes in, one boy or one girl will be enough."

"Big sister, Xiaochuan's awareness is higher than yours."

Nie Xiaochuan walked in carrying a bag of red paper, his face beaming.

"I don't just want one child. After Chunxia gives birth, I'll get my tubal ligated. I can't bear to see her suffer like that."

He placed the red paper on the stone table, saying, "She's a pure and innocent young lady who has taken a liking to a good-for-nothing poor boy like me. I can only treat her even better."

The sisters, including Da Hua, looked at each other in bewilderment.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Seeing her younger brother doting on his wife so much made Chunxia happy.

Thinking about her own husband, who only knew how to act arrogantly and domineeringly, she felt a pang of jealousy.

At the same time, I also feel a little sorry for my younger brother.

Wu Hua gritted her teeth and angrily tore off the long bean in her hand. "That bastard Song Qiang should be tied up and taken to the family planning office and castrated."

A burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard.

As soon as the atmosphere relaxed, everyone quickly stood up and got to work.

The character for "happiness" should be pasted on the main gate.

The yard needs to be watered and dusted, and the stove needs to be scrubbed until it shines.

The newlyweds' room also needs to be cleaned and decorated.

Just as they were busy at work, two shifty-looking heads peeked in from outside the courtyard gate.

The wives of Nie Lao Er and Nie Lao San pushed open the half-closed wooden door and swaggered in.

"Oh my, this yard is really nicely arranged. Mom, we've come to help Xiao Chuan." The second son's wife smiled so much that thick wrinkles appeared on her face, her eyes darting towards the main room.

She has a strong sense of stealth, as if she's afraid others won't know she's naturally calculating.

Song Xiangmei held a broom in her hand, and her face instantly darkened.

"Who sent you? Get out of here."

The third son's wife, shameless as ever, stepped forward and reached out to snatch the broom from Song Xiangmei's hand. "Mom, what are you saying? Xiao Chuan is getting married, how can we, as his sisters-in-law, not lend a hand?"

"You insisted on separating the family property so he could get married. It caused your father-in-law to pass away, and we thought he would be a bachelor forever."

"Yes, we sisters-in-law are anxious too."

Song Xiangmei gripped the broom handle tightly and took a step back.

"It was clearly stated when we divided the family property that we don't need you to support us in our old age, and we don't need to have any contact with you anymore. You should leave now and stop getting in the way."

She knew perfectly well that once these plasters were applied, they couldn't be peeled off.

Xiao Chuan finally turned his life around and got married.

We absolutely cannot let these two leeches ruin Chunxia's good day.

Upon hearing this, the second son's wife's smile vanished instantly, and she began to shout at the top of her lungs:

"Mom, what you're saying is unreasonable. Xiaochuan is also our own brother. On this joyous occasion, blood is thicker than water. As an elder, you should be the one mediating, not forcing your own brother to sever ties."

The third son's wife immediately chimed in, raising her voice eight octaves higher:

"If even brothers don't associate with each other, what will the villagers think? Besides, we came to help out of kindness, and you're driving us away. Even if our father-in-law in the afterlife knew, he wouldn't rest in peace in his coffin."

"Mom, don't be so selfish. You have a lot of children and grandchildren, so consider their feelings a little."