Blood-Devouring Mother-In-Law and Hellish Daughter-In-Law

This is not a novel, it is the epitaph of thousands of women who were buried alive by feudal ethics. Zhang Xianfeng's evil is a curse carved on the bones, and Song Qian's tears are an endless stream of hell. When you open this book, you can smell the smell of corn crumbs mixed with the smell of blood, hear the muffled sound of the broom on your spine, and see how the iron chains of the old society cut into women's flesh and blood. This is an indictment written with blood and tears, and it is also a wake-up call that shatters the shackles of feudalism.