books44 Chapter 363 The Selling Girl
Chapter 363 The Selling Girl
Fortunately, Tao Huahua had a reliable family that accepted her and her child, and made Su Lun lose all face and dignity, which also brought all the ugly things of the Su family to light.
The two sisters-in-law also benefited from this, joining forces with their families to become more assertive. Considering that they had children, although they did not divorce, they separated their households and made their husbands sign a guarantee that they would leave with nothing if they violated it.
Xu Doudou left quietly, abandoning everyone in the Su family. Perhaps she quietly returned to her hometown.
Tao Huahua recalled that when her mother-in-law verbally abused her, she was certain that she meant she was disappointed in her. Especially when Su Lun and his son were not at home, she would point her finger at her and yell: "You shameless, self-disciplined, brainless, soulless woman who loses her mind at the sight of a man, you deserve it..." Or perhaps she was using the opportunity to berate herself.
After confirming that her former mother-in-law meant no harm, Tao Huahua felt relieved. She was indeed lucky to have a loving and tolerant family member and a supportive best friend.
When educating her daughter later, Tao Huahua emphasized 'self-respect and self-love'. She stressed that women should think carefully about whether they can bear the consequences of premarital sex or pregnancy. Fortunately, she stopped the damage in time.
After what happened with Tao Huahua, Song Tingnan felt that her younger sister's education needed to be put on the agenda.
Ting Nan has always believed that the world is more demanding of women, and only by becoming more outstanding can one secure a place in it.
The sensitive Song Yali felt resentful, having lived in her older sister's shadow since childhood. After Su Yanchu's guidance and changes in the adults in her family, she became somewhat spoiled and arrogant again.
Especially since Zhao Xiaojuan went to the county town and was no longer often by her side; Song Wanxing, as a father, felt guilty and dared not discipline her; his uncle Song Wanli was not good at talking either, and he practiced "spare the rod and spoil the child" on his son. It didn't matter if boys were raised a little rough, but he couldn't bring himself to hit the sensitive Yali.
At the dinner table, Ting Nan asked, "Yali, it's the holidays. I'm going to run some goods tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"
"Really? Let's go! Just the two of us?" Song Yali was overjoyed. Since her sister came back, she had been going to the county town all the time, and she hadn't had much time alone with her.
"Yes, just the two of us. Let's get up early tomorrow, and remember to wear more clothes if it's cold in the morning." Song Tingnan still wanted to visit Song Xiuying's friend's house from when she was a young girl, to bring her some gifts, and also to ask if there was any news about Zheng Yueqiang.
The next day, the two sisters set off early. People in the countryside get up early, even in the dead of winter.
"Sister, are you cold?" Song Tingnan carried the goods, while Yali held two empty bamboo baskets in her hands.
"It's alright, I warmed up as I walked. It's a sunny day today." He was breathing out white steam as he spoke, and Song Tingnan was no longer cold in this kind of winter weather.
She knew that bamboo products wouldn't sell well every winter. In the past, she would run errands and always manage to sell some. But in the last two winters, Song Wanli has almost stopped working and has been making flower baskets all the time.
"Oh!" Song Yali shrank her neck and followed her sister's steps.
As Song Tingnan walked and called out his wares, he met many people from nearby villages. He would greet them, chat for a few minutes, and sell a few items.
Watching her older sister communicate with people in her dialect so openly and generously, even sharing candy with children without being bothered by their snotty noses, I felt a little embarrassed to shout out her wares. Although I, Song Yali, was too shy to do the same, I was quite proactive in helping with getting the goods and calculating the money.
It was past noon, and they were getting further and further from home. At first, Yali had the leisure to appreciate the surrounding scenery and chat with her sister, but later she became increasingly depressed, her little mouth pouting – there hadn't been any buyers for half a day, and even the one or two that came along were very picky, asking all sorts of questions. Some even spent a long time choosing, then decided not to buy anything because they thought it was too expensive, leaving the whole basket of goods a mess, but her sister didn't get angry.