MTL - Rebirth 80: Xueba’s Wife is a Little Sweet-Chapter 5 patriarchal

   Chapter 5 Patriarchal

It was much warmer in the car than outside. As soon as I sat in, the blood all over my body seemed to warm up. Shen Mianmian wrapped her arms around herself. Thinking of the past life, she couldn't help but redden her eyes again. The road ahead is long. Yes, it's school.

   Only by going to school and having the ability can you get rid of the fate of the past life and resist Zhou Lanfang.

   College students in the 1980s were very precious. Even a humble university was enough to brighten the faces of the people in a village. In the eyes of others, they were intellectuals, and others would look at them highly.

Teachers in this era are also very strict, especially for students like her. Although she likes to read, she has no time to do homework at home. After washing dishes and clothes every day, she has to feed pigs and cows. Zhou Lanfang saves money She was not allowed to turn on the lights because of the electricity. She seldom completed her homework. The teacher gritted her teeth in anger and often punished her for standing.

   Yesterday, she was beaten by Zhou Lanfang and didn't go. She didn't go today. She must go tomorrow. The school has regulations that students will be expelled after three days of absenteeism.

  She didn't study well, which was one of the reasons why she couldn't study in her previous life, but Shen Jianhua didn't object.

Zhao Xianlai looked at Shen Mianmian who was sitting in the car and sighed, turned around and walked into the yard. He Nan followed behind him. As soon as the two entered the main room, Zhao Xianlai's daughter-in-law Li Chunhua came back from the outside. The word is to ask.

   "Why is Mianmian sitting in He Nan's car?"

   Zhao Xianlai took a big puff of cigarettes, and then said with a sad face, "I've been beaten again, and I have nowhere to go."

"Lanfang is really a sinner, I don't want to support it..." Li Chunhua paused in the middle of his words, glanced at the car at the door, sighed, turned and said to He Nan, "You and your uncle sit first, I will give it to you. Pour some tea."

  He Nan nodded and responded lightly. As soon as Li Chunhua went out, he asked lightly, "Uncle Zhao, what's going on with Mianmian?"

   Continue?

   Zhao Xianlai glanced at He Nan strangely, when did he become so familiar with Shen Mianmian?

   "Mianmian's child is also pitiful. Zhou Lanfang beats and scolds the child twice every three days. You can see from her body that old wounds add new ones, and they haven't stopped for a few days at the end of the year."

   He Nan frowned slightly, "You didn't care?"

   Zhao Xianlai sighed deeply, with a very helpless tone, "After all, it's someone else's family matter, Mianmian has never come to me like today, it's not very easy to manage, and I didn't know she was so indifferent at that time."

  Who doesn't educate their children and doesn't beat and scold them? He hadn't made trouble here before, and even if he was the village chief, he couldn't be too lenient when it came to other people's closed doors.

   In this era, there are very few people who study, and everyone has no culture, does not understand the law, and does not know that such behavior is child abuse.

He Nan frowned deeper, Li Chunhua came over with the teapot, and couldn't help answering, "Lanfang is partial, she only knows how to love her niece, but she doesn't treat Mianmian as a person at all, the neighbors who live next door say , Mianmian was always beaten and screamed when she was a child. I haven't heard anything in the past two or three years. I thought she didn't dare to beat her because she saw that the child was old. I didn't expect it to be superficial. I was numb, so I didn't make a sound."

   The injury on her arm made her feel distressed, and even a dog would be reluctant to treat it like this! Zhou Lanfang's heart is definitely not fleshy.

   After listening to Li Chunhua's narration, He Nan pondered for a while, but his expression could not show his anger or anger, "Uncle Zhao, don't you plan to take care of this?"

   (end of this chapter)