The second day of February is the day for the festival of the dead, and her birth added an air of sadness to this fragmented family. The third one, the third daughter. The wrinkles on my father's forehead became much deeper, and soon the dark and low earthen house was filled with his father's tobacco. Grandma handed the midwife a small amount of wedding money. The midwife's expression changed from joy to anger as she took the money, and then she glared at the newborn child, thinking: It's so unlucky that she gave birth to a girl. If the baby was a boy, how could she have so little money? After the midwife left, the whole family began to worry; it was their third child, which had already exceeded the family planning target, and the family's economic conditions were so poor that they could no longer afford to support them. Grandma's glasses sank, her face stamped on the ground, and she said: Give it away...