Sons are treasures, daughters are grass. Li Guifang believed in it all her life, and finally she was ill in bed. Her three sons fought over the medical expenses, and no one was willing to step into the ward. It was the eldest daughter who was pushed into the fire pit by her own hands. She stood up with her injured body and held a bowl of porridge to watch her last journey.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in 1975.
Looking at Xiulan who timidly called "Mom" and Xiuying who was stubborn and refused to bow her head, Li Guifang smiled.
Son? Come and earn your work points!
Keep the money for your daughter's dowry!
This time, she wants to make those two caring little cotton-padded jackets, who study, be beautiful, and straighten their backs, become the most envied beings in the whole village!
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Reader comments
After reading this, I just want to say: Women can hold up the sky! The story has real details with a sense of the times and a refreshing rhythm. It is a masterpiece that has both practical significance and pleasure in reading.
After reading this, I just want to say: Women can hold up the sky! The story has real details with a sense of the times and a refreshing rhythm. It is a masterpiece that has both practical significance and pleasure in reading.