noffsinger Chapter 218 Parents Who Prefer Sons to Daughters 5
Chapter 218 Parents Who Prefer Sons to Daughters 5
"Master, what do you think of what Qing'er said?"
"Hmph, how do I see it? I'm lying in bed looking at it, and you're already disgusted with me, this cripple?"
Huang Meihua quickly waved her hands, still quite afraid of her husband. "No, no, how could that be? No matter what, you're still my husband, my everything, and the father of my children. What are you thinking?"
These words made Jiang Debang feel relieved, and his gaze softened when he looked at her.
"Good to know. No matter what, I'm still your man. As for that brat, I'll deal with her once I've recovered from my injuries. Let's leave her alone for now."
Huang Meihua nodded thoughtfully and said, "I was talking about the matter of a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family. Although Qing'er is disobedient, what she said makes sense. She is, after all, our daughter. When she gives birth to a child, our Jiang family will have an heir."
After listening to her words, Jiang Debang also fell into deep thought.
He knows his own situation well. His sons are in the same boat as him. Let alone having children, they might even have trouble finding wives in the future. After all, who would want to marry into the family and become a widow?
The method Qing girl mentioned was probably the only way to solve their family's predicament. He absolutely could not let the Jiang family line die out with him, otherwise, how could he face his ancestors in the future?
The couple didn't sleep all night. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that Qingmo made sense. The more sense she made, the more they liked the girl. All the previous things were interpreted by them as, "She truly is the most courageous child in our family."
The next morning, Jiang Debang called Qingmo to his side. "Qingmo, your father and mother have discussed what you mentioned yesterday."
Qingmo scoffed inwardly, but didn't show it on her face. "Father, what do you mean?"
Jiang Debang coughed lightly, "This is feasible, but you are still young, and it's too early to talk about this now. Right now, you should focus on taking good care of your health, because the future of our Jiang family line will depend entirely on you."
As he spoke, he carefully examined his youngest daughter. Upon seeing her today, he noticed that she was unusually thin, with hardly any flesh on her body, and dressed in tattered clothes. How come he had never noticed before how pitiful she was?
If Qingmo could hear his inner thoughts, she would definitely give him a huge beating.
Didn't you notice it before? You knew but turned a blind eye, pretending to be something you're not, you old fool.
"Plum Blossom, do we have any cloth left? If not, go and get some new cloth to make a dress for Qing'er. In the future, let Qing'er eat first whenever there's something delicious. She's so thin, she needs more nourishment."
Upon hearing this, Huang Meihua was about to retort, but when she thought of the conversation she and her husband had last night, her gaze softened as she looked at Qingmo.
"Alright, husband, we still have a piece of blue cloth that we haven't used. We were originally planning to make a new outfit for the eldest son, so..."
"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's just make some clothes for our Qing girl, dress her up a bit. Our girl is just as good as other girls, hehe."
The two men looked at Qingmo with kind eyes; anyone who didn't know better would really think they loved her dearly.
That kind of look is probably what the original owner longed for but could never have. It's just a pity that the original owner couldn't wait for it, and Qingmo doesn't care about it.
From then on, Qingmo finally had a place in the Jiang family. She could even sit at the table for meals, and she could eat all the steamed eggs by herself. She was living a good life.
The main reason is that the couple did it willingly, rather than being subdued by Qingmo through violence. Being able to get people to do it willingly is quite fulfilling overall.
The Jiang brothers were naturally dissatisfied. Before the incident, their sister was the lowest-ranking member of the family.
Now that she's been liberated, she's singing her own praises and even dares to snatch food from their mouths. Her parents still spoil her. If she weren't still unwell, they would definitely teach her a lesson.
Qingmo: If you weren't still feeling unwell, would you be able to lie here so comfortably? You all need to get back to work for me.
While everyone was recovering from their injuries, Huang Meihua did all the housework. She also had to get up early and work late every day to earn work points in the fields. What could she do if she didn't go? The whole family's food, drink, and daily expenses all cost money.
She wanted Qingmo to help with some chores, but Qingmo tilted her head back, chin held high, and said arrogantly, "Mother, I am the only one left in this family. If I get tired, who will carry on the family line?"
Huang Meihua: "Alright, alright, I'll do it myself, I don't need you."
Jiang Debang: "Qing'er, pour your father a glass of water."
Qingmo tilted her head back and said, "I am the root of this family. How can I serve others? If my hands become rough and unattractive, how will I find a good son-in-law in the future?"
Jiang Debang thought to himself: You're not pretty now, and your skin is rough, so why are you being so dramatic?
However, he only complained in his heart and dared not say it out loud. If he dared to say it, Qingmo would dare to make a scene.
When she makes a fuss, she smashes things, and even throws them at people. He feels bad when things get broken, and he feels pain when they hit him. He'd rather just shut up and not bother Qingmo.
She may not have the life of a young lady, but Qingmo has the temperament of one. She's the only one of her kind, so why wouldn't she fly to the heavens?
She's practically a golden goose now. Even though she doesn't have a throne to inherit, that doesn't stop us from causing trouble. As long as we don't die from our antics, we'll cause as much trouble as we can.
Once the whole family had recovered, Qingmo made everyone go to the fields to earn work points, including the fifth son, who was considered useless. Why should he stay in the fields to freeload?
Every day, the parents earn ten work points, and the brothers earn eight. Can't earn enough? If you can't earn enough, then don't eat. Hold out your little hands, and you'll be whipped until your skin is torn and bleeding.
Jiang Dongyi: "Little sister, aren't you going too far? We're all family, why are you treating us like this? I won't do it, let whoever wants to do it do it. Do you think I'm crazy to listen to a little kid like you?"
Qingmo smiled, jumped up and slapped him, then picked up a rattan cane and started whipping himself. Jiang Dongyi tried to fight back, but could he? In terms of strength, our Sister Qing could overpower anyone.
Huang Meihua still felt sorry for her son and quickly came out to block him, but Qingmo didn't care who was in front of her and continued to slap him.
He muttered to himself, "You've gone too far! I'm the root of this family. If you go against me, I'll beat you to death. You're a worthless piece of trash. You're all grown up and you can't even do a little work. What use are you?"
After they had their fill of beating, the onlookers joined in. As the saying goes, "Brothers are close when it comes to being beaten, and fathers and sons are strong when it comes to enduring a beating." A family should always be united.
"Tear! Qing girl, stop hitting me! I'm your father! How can you hit your father too? Ouch! It hurts so much! Stop it! Stop it!"
Qingmo shook her little head, glanced at him, and the rattan cane lashed out even harder. It was her father; he should hit her a few more times, since he was the one who loved to use his fists the most.
Sure enough, in the end, we still had to use violence to subdue them. It was so boring, and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. Couldn't we win them over with our personal charm?
Damn it, it's still their fault for not listening. Well then, let's punish them by making them take a few more whacks, hehe.