Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

"You're a waste, you're the only one who deserves to open a medical clinic, waste, waste--"

The doctor dodged in time and was not hit.

"Yuan Qing, Yuan Mao, please get them out!" The doctor was so angry that his face turned green, and he asked the apprentices of the medical clinic to drive the Song mother and son out.

He Tian couldn't walk and had only one leg. If his arms were still there, he could barely walk with a cane.

But his two arms had no feeling, he was no different from a thinking vegetative person, and he couldn't get out of bed.

The apprentices from the medical center carried He Tian onto the wooden cart and pushed him out.

The wooden cart crashed straight into the wall and overturned.

He Tian also rolled to the ground.

He was in a panic.

With relieved smiles, the apprentices patted the hands and cuffs that had just touched He Tian's body. After giving him a disgusted look, they returned to the medical center, closed the door, and stopped operating.

Ms. Song was so angry that she cursed, and she struggled to lift her son up. With the help of passers-by, she carried him onto a wooden cart and prepared to push him to the next medical center for further treatment.

People just left.

The door to the medical center opened.

The two young apprentices just looked deeply at the backs of mother and son.

Afraid of their sudden return.

Mrs. Song pushed the wooden cart and walked.

I visited all the medical clinics in Shuangqiao Town.

No one could heal her son.

There was even a charlatan who suggested cutting off He Tian's arms and legs. After all, he had lost all consciousness, so keeping them would be useless and a hindrance.

He Tian was so angry that he cursed loudly.

"Son, forget it. Mom, let me push you back. Since it can't be cured, we won't cure it. Our family doesn't have much money left. Let's keep it to raise the baby. There is still your flesh and blood in Jiao'er's belly. After you stay, Mom won't be afraid of losing face to see your father. When Mom's eldest grandson is born, we will raise him up and let him take the imperial examination, and we will definitely turn around."

Mrs. Song was pushing the wooden cart and seemed to be talking to He Tian.

In fact, her eyes never looked at He Tian.

As if talking to himself.

The family only has seven taels of money left.

The money spent on food and medical treatment consumed a year's rent in one go.

No matter how frugal you are with the remaining money, you won't be able to use it when your grandson grows up.

Mrs. Song is worried.

Her son is dead, and Jiao'er is still pregnant. As for her, she was so tired that she injured her body in the early years. Coupled with the suffering she suffered in the past few days, she has aged by more than ten years, and the whole family is old and weak.

Not even a strong laborer.

Song regretted it.

If I had known earlier, I would not have divorced Bai Ruixue.

In this way, she can be forced to go out to make money and take it back to support them. Now that's fine.

I can only rely on myself at home.

"Hey..." Mrs. Song sighed.

Jiao'er, relying on the fact that she was carrying the only child of the He family in her belly, lay in bed every day, waiting for her to serve her. If she said anything harsh, Jiao'er would make a fuss about beating the child to death.

Mrs. Song is afraid.

He could only hold her up in a low voice.

It's like serving your ancestors.

Whose mother-in-law had a worse life than her...

"Son, my mother is feeling miserable. Tell me, if you hadn't done those things, would our family be like this? In the final analysis, you trust others too much. People who have no connection with you are just I'm just a classmate, why should I help you make money? Huh, that little friend of yours is probably taking our money now, eating, drinking and having fun. He is very cool, how about you? Look at your appearance now, you are completely defeated by him. Grant!”

Song's words were like pouring pepper water on He Tian's wounds.

The hatred in his heart was burning like fire. He Tian clenched his teeth and his face was ferocious. His eyes were scarlet and he could not hide the malice in his eyes.

"Wang Gui!!"

"I am going to kill you!!"

"I won't let you go, Wang Gui, ah!!"

He Tian raised his head and shouted that he wanted to kill Wang Gui.

"Your arms are useless, what are you going to kill? My son, stop making trouble. Mom is really tired. Just treat me like a mother and beg you to stay safe, okay? Stop making noise, passers-by think you are crazy. , let’s go, mother will push you home.”

Seeing their son so crazy, the passers-by looked at them as if they were fools.

Mrs. Song's face turned hot.

She tightly grasped the handle of the wooden cart and pushed forward with all her strength.

So much so that the speed of the wooden cart was much faster.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

Just arrived home.

The door is locked.

Mrs. Song knocked on the door several times and shouted loudly inside.

"Dong dong dong, Jiao'er, Jiao'er——"

"Dong dong dong, come out quickly and help carry Xiaotian back to the house. Mom can't lift it alone."

Although He Tian is as thin as a human being, a man's frame is heavier than a woman's.

Song, who had also lost a lot of weight, couldn't lift it at all.

"Oh."

Jiaoer readily agreed, but took her time getting out of bed.

Mrs. Song urged her three times.

She just pushed open the door.

Mrs. Song wanted to get angry.

Due to her stomach, she could only endure it.

So his face is not very good.

But Jiao'er doesn't care. She's living a very comfortable life now. All she has to do is go eat when her mother-in-law cooks the rice. She doesn't need to do the housework anymore. In the past, the people she had to please every day now serve her in turn. Jiao'er The son originally wanted to abort the child and remarry.

Think about it now.

It's better to stay at He's house first, since the Song family still has money.

Enough for her to live for two or three years.

Jiao'er walked slowly to the wooden cart and pushed the cart into the house with Mrs. Song. She lifted He Tian's legs while Mrs. Song carried his upper body.

Then he put He Tian on the bed.

As for the wooden cart, she borrowed it from a neighbor. The house was too small, and after the wooden cart came in, there was no place to stay. Mrs. Song pushed the cart out again. Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and came back to beg for an egg. In the pocket.

Use people and things.

Naturally, there will be benefits.

Otherwise, why should others help you?

When the Song family lived in a narrow alley, the He family didn't get along very well with their neighbors. Otherwise, when thugs came to the door, no one would help.

Every time you take a step, you gain wisdom. Since the Song family moved here.

Learned how to get along with neighbors.

"Sister Chen, this is your wooden cart. I have already used it. Thank you very much. Without your cart, my son would not know how to send him to the hospital. Come, take this egg home and boil it. Give it to your little grandson to replenish his health."

Mrs. Song pushed the wooden cart to the door of Jiang's house.

This is considered a slum in Shuangqiao Town.

The alleys are filled with poor people.

Some poor homes have drafts from all sides, so they are naturally not afraid of attracting thieves, so the doors of most homes are open.

The Jiang family is no exception.

While Mrs. Song thanked her, she took out an egg from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Oh, Sister Song, you are too polite. These eggs are so valuable. Don't take them. Leave them for your son to eat. Isn't your daughter-in-law still pregnant? She also needs to recuperate. By the way, yesterday morning, I I saw your concubine taking the bundle and leaving, where did she go? She is just a lowly concubine, just like a maid, if she disobeys you, she will be sold."