Reborn before her mother committed suicide, the heroine went crazy

Wanjia Village, backyard of Wan Anning’s house.

After dinner, Yang Chunhua pushed the dishes away and went straight back to her room to lie down on the bed to rest, completely ignoring Old Lady Wan's insinuation that she was not as diligent as Feng Xiangmei.

Wan Guofu was no longer surprised by this, so he quietly stood up and cleared the dishes.

Mrs. Wan looked at her son's useless appearance and scolded him angrily, "You good-for-nothing. When Feng Xiangmei first married into our family, you were still a young lady who knew nothing. In the end, weren't you trained to be able to do anything? You didn't even fart at that time, but you're so fond of this one who has nothing..."

Wan Guofu remained silent. How could he not know that Feng Xiangmei was a good person?

But what does it matter? He can’t have a son and his own parents look down on him!

Wan Guofu had no way of saying this to Old Lady Wan and could only remain silent.

After washing the dishes, Wan Guofu added more firewood, boiled water for Yang Chunhua to wash her feet, and brought it into the house...

Seeing her son being controlled by Yang Chunhua, although she knew that her eldest son was obedient to Yang Chunhua just because he wanted to have a son, Mrs. Wan still felt uncomfortable that the son she raised was so obedient to another woman. At this time, she couldn't help but start to miss Feng Xiangmei.

"Oh, it would be great if Xiangmei could give birth to a son..."

Wan Guofu came back with the water for washing feet when he heard Old Lady Wan's sigh. He pursed his lips and stood in the yard for a long time without moving, until Yang Chunhua called him in the house to massage her feet, saying that her legs were cramping again. Then he smiled bitterly, shook his head, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and went back to the house to massage Yang Chunhua's feet.

Yang Chunhua squinted her eyes and enjoyed it...

"By the way, it's time to harvest the crops in the field. I checked this afternoon and the soybeans have all turned burnt. Don't go to work as a laborer tomorrow. Harvest the soybeans first."

Wan Guofu was stunned for a moment, and after being kicked by Yang Chunhua, he forced himself to nod: "Okay, I understand."

"Also, the agreement we signed was not fair at all. When it comes to harvesting crops, you can't be so stupid as to follow the agreement. We're just rushing to harvest, and we're going to harvest as much as we can. I don't believe that she'll ask us to return the crops to the front yard after we've brought them home!"

Yang Chunhua showed a smug smile on her face. Feng Xiangmei was pregnant, and even if Wan An Ning could be used as a laborer, could he harvest the crops faster than Wan Guofu, an experienced veteran?

Wan Guofu, who was lying in the same bed, was thinking whether he should go to the front yard to help Feng Xiangmei and her daughter sharpen the sickle tomorrow...

next morning.

Wan An Ning was woken up by Feng Xiangmei very early. After breakfast, Feng Xiangmei found all the sickles in the house.

Looking at the rust on the sickle, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. She glanced at Wan An Ning, sighed in her heart, and squatted beside the big rock next to the water pressure well with the sickle in her hand and began to sharpen the sickle.

When Feng Zhanpeng came over, he saw Feng Xiangmei sharpening the sickle. He quickly took over and said, "Aunt, you can't sharpen it like this. It will become duller the more you sharpen it..."

Feng Xiangmei gave a dry laugh.

"Really? I'm not very good at grinding."

In the past, it was Wan Guofu who did the work of sharpening sickles. It was her first time doing this kind of work, so it was understandable that she didn't do it well.

Wan Guofu stood outside the door, glancing into the yard from time to time.

He wanted to help, but after the divorce, Feng Xiangmei never had a good face when she saw him. Even if he took the initiative to show his kindness, Feng Xiangmei would always tell him to get out in a bad tone. He hesitated, worried that Feng Xiangmei would scold him again...

But thinking that her eldest daughter Wan An Ning seemed to be at home, Feng Xiangmei should give him some face with her around, right?

Thinking of this, he reached out to push the door open, but at this moment, the door opened from the inside...

Feng Zhanpeng sharpened the sickle in no time. Several people put wheels on the cart, filled a kettle with boiled water and carried it, then opened the door and prepared to go to the field.

As soon as Wan An Ning opened the door, he saw Wan Guofu standing outside.

"Dad, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Feng Xiangmei's face suddenly darkened: "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here!"

Feng Xiangmei felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife when she saw Wan Guofu, as her years of hard work had been in vain. So during this period of time, no matter how much Wan Guofu tried to please her and wanted to help her, she refused without hesitation.

"I, I... the crops in the field are ripe, and I thought the sickles haven't been sharpened yet, so I came to help you sharpen them..."

As Wan Guofu spoke, his eyes fell on the sickles on the cart that were sharpened to a cold shine, and he was speechless for a moment.

Feng Xiangmei sneered, "No need, Wan Guofu, people say that widows are prone to gossip. Although I am not a widow, our current status is not suitable for frequent exchanges. You should come to me less often! Please make way!"

Wan Guofu's expression darkened. He stepped aside a few steps and let Feng Zhanpeng push the cart out.

"Are you guys... also going to harvest soybeans?"

Wan Guofu was used to being rejected by Feng Xiangmei, so he was not too disappointed. He just made small talk and asked Wan An Ning about it.

Wan An Ning nodded.

"Yes, Dad, are you going to harvest soybeans too?"

Although Wan An Ning hated Wan Guofu for betraying Feng Xiangmei, she was not really only eighteen years old. To take revenge on someone, she never had to be cold and hostile to him. So even when Wan Guofu divorced Feng Xiangmei, she stood on Feng Xiangmei's side, but her attitude towards Wan Guofu had never been radical.

Moreover, Wan Guofu was a very contradictory person. He wanted a son, and he was not close to Wan Anning and her sisters. When they were young, he rarely hugged them. He even felt that it was shameful for a grown man like him to carry his daughters when he went out...

But it is undeniable that in the first eighteen years of Wan An Ning's life, Wan Guofu did what a father should do.

Although he was keen on having a son and had given away his daughter, he supported the education of the daughters who stayed with him. In the eyes of others who did not understand, he used his meager income to support Wan An Ning to go to high school and Wan An Jing to go to junior high school...

If it weren't for the incident with Yang Chunhua, perhaps he would have been willing to send Wan Anjing to high school.

There is also Wan Anping, she is also one of the few girls in the elementary school class...

In rural areas, at least in their Wanjia Village, sending several girls to school is a very rare thing, but Wan Guofu did it.

Wan Anning is very grateful to Wan Guofu!

Even though he let Feng Xiangmei down, he did not owe anything to his daughter.

On the issue of divorce, Wan Anning stands on Feng Xiangmei's side, but this does not mean that she wants to sever the father-daughter relationship with Wan Guofu.

Wan Guofu forced a smile: "Ah, yes, I am also going to harvest soybeans..."

Feng Xiangmei sneered: "Oh, no need to watch so closely, I won't take any more from you!"

"I didn't mean that..."

Wan Guofu hurriedly denied it, but when he thought of what Yang Chunhua said last night, his face couldn't help but get hot.