The Princess of Northern Land

"God is not fair at all. That dead girl was snatched away by the Tatars, so why did she come back?" Mrs. Yan muttered and sighed.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm hungry, why don't you cook?" Ma Youcai came back and went into the kitchen, but the two pots in the kitchen were empty and clean.

So he had to go into the house to find Yan.

"You haven't gone to make food for the children. You've been at home from midnight to midnight, not doing anything, not even cooking on time. What good do you think you can do?" Ma Dalang was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. .

Ma Youcai's words just gave him a target and a reason to get angry.

"Isn't it just getting dark today?" Yan replied angrily, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

From the small yard next door, the laughter of her grandson and granddaughter could be heard, and Mrs. Huang’s voice asking the children to be careful.

These sounds were extremely harsh to her ears.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the eldest family finally separated due to the insistence of that bitch Huang. It's just a separation, but the Huang family actually made a fuss and severed ties with this place. Because of the injury on the child's face, she, Mrs. Yan, suddenly softened up in front of the Huang family and Li Zheng, and the head of the house was a face-conscious person. In the end, there was a lot of trouble. On the fourth day of the new year, Mrs. Huang finally got her wish.

What's even more irritating is that the daughter-in-law started a quarrel on her own. Unexpectedly, after the eldest son separated the family, they found someone to separate the yard from the middle with a wall on the fifth day of the lunar month. Now the two sides basically don't talk to each other. None of the children wanted to come over.

Don't come here if you don't want to, since her Yan family doesn't lack children anyway. Without Ma Xincai, we still have Zhicai and Youcai. Huh, she just cares about how much she has given to her son, but she has not yet enjoyed his filial piety.

"Bitch, you only know how to eat all day long. Sooner or later, you will ruin the family." Mrs. Yan cursed and entered the kitchen. Seeing the cold pots in the kitchen, I felt more and more irritated.

It turns out that all these jobs were done by Mrs. Huang. I don’t think Ms. Yan had done such menial work for who knows how many years. Unexpectedly, as I get older, my life is not as good as before.

Yan felt that everything was caused by Huang, and she scolded Huang while doing it.

Ms. Huang from next door finished her meal and came out with her rice bowl to wash. When she saw the smoke coming from the next door, a smile appeared in her eyes. It had only been a few months since they separated, but she felt that she had been living extremely comfortably for more than a month. Although she had to cook and wash clothes every day after working in the Lin family, she only cooked meals for a family of four and washed clothes for a family of four. She felt beautiful in her heart.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes." The eldest son has turned seven this year and can finally attend the Lin Family School to study for free. He is much more sensible. The youngest daughter also entered the small class, and was taken care of by a dedicated female teacher. Huang felt that this was how people lived.

"No need, mother will do this by herself." Mrs. Huang said with a smile and touched her son's little face.

"Mom has been tired for a day, and the work of washing dishes is not heavy. The Master said that everyone should take on a little bit of work at home. Dad and mother have been tired from work for a day, and the task of washing dishes will be heavy in the future. Leave it to me." The boy rolled up his sleeves without saying a word and began to wash them.

The attitude on his face was serious.

"Mom, come in, I gave Dad a slap on the shoulder, it's your turn." The little girl shouted in the room.

"Hey, mother is coming right now." Huang smiled happily.

There were only four bowls for a family of four, and my son quickly washed the bowls and put them away in the cupboard. Seeing his skillful movements, Mrs. Huang was even more pleased and felt that all the hard work she had endured for so many years was worth it.