The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension
Chapter 162 - 155: Dispute

Chapter 162: Chapter 155: Dispute

The two of them walked along, talking all the way, and didn’t feel cold at all.

Along the way, they gained a deeper understanding of each other.

However, Song Moting rarely talked about himself, only mentioning that he was the second child in the family.

His mother died very early.

He had an older sister above him, and a younger brother and sister below him.

It goes without saying that the younger siblings were certainly born to his father’s remarried stepmother.

When the topic of the stepmother came up, observing Song Moting’s expression, there was some disdain and indifference. Jiang Xiaoxiao could sense with her elbow that the relationship between such a stepmother and stepson was irreconcilable.

They were natural enemies.

Though, it was heard that Song Moting had a very good relationship with his grandparents who raised him.

Frankly speaking, he and his sister grew up with their grandparents, while his father and stepmother lived their own little lives.

By the time they arrived at the educated youth point, dawn was already breaking.

The educated youth hadn’t slept well all night, mainly because after the farm director took Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting away yesterday, they were all worried about what the situation would be like over there. Given the urgent quest for a doctor, things couldn’t have been great.

This New Year’s Eve, everyone was somewhat distracted.

After Jiang Xiaoxiao left, nobody could eat the hot pot, so they hurriedly packed it up.

As Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting walked in, everyone noticed.

"You two have finally returned. Come in, come in, covered in snow."

He Aiguo hurriedly brushed the snow off them.

Jia Shu quickly went to the kitchen.

"We had nothing to do, so we wrapped some dumplings with cabbage. Now that you’re back, just in time for everyone to have the first dumpling meal of the New Year together."

They hadn’t returned all night, so no one could sleep peacefully, waking early after only a few hours.

Later, Jia Shu suggested they do something instead of anxiously waiting, as the longer they waited, the more anxious they became.

So they used the pickled wild boar meat and some cabbage to chop stuffing and wrapped some dumplings.

They were planning to eat together once Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting returned.

They had just wrapped the dumplings when the two returned.

Once the steaming dumplings were served, Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao had freshened up.

They told everyone about yesterday’s events, and everyone felt frightened for a moment.

Everyone knows that giving birth is like a walk through hell.

Their parents had given birth in the city, where hospitals exist. Even if something happens, there’s at least a place to save lives.

Even then, if the birth is untimely, it could easily lead to heavy bleeding and life-threatening situations.

Especially considering this was at the forest farm.

Who doesn’t know, the doctor at the forest farm isn’t actually in the forest farm.

If Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t been there, something bad might have happened.

The young men finally relaxed.

On New Year’s Day, right after the dumplings were eaten and Jiang Xiaoxiao had a long nap, the day passed.

The New Year began just like that.

It was a quiet and serene New Year.

Here, there were no firecrackers, no lights, none of the neon glitz.

Nor was there a bustling atmosphere, the world had been covered by ice and snow.

The only lively part of the New Year at the forest farm was that they would host a bonfire.

They were seeing it for the first time.

Although they came from ordinary families, city kids truly hadn’t seen this.

The forest farm workers built a bonfire in front of the house.

The bonfire symbolized prosperity and vitality.

Using large pieces of pine wood stacked in a pagoda shape, hollow inside, packed with wood, which would ignite when lit.

Once the bonfire was stacked, couplets like "Prosperity to the sky" were pasted outside, covered with colored paper cutouts, called a "bonfire cover."

On New Year’s Day, they burned the bonfire in front of the hall, symbolizing increasingly prosperous lives.

Jiang Xiaoxiao learned about this event because she couldn’t stop worrying about Cuihua and the child, so she went along with Song Moting and others for a simple check-up.

Jiang Xiaoxiao specifically brought over a basket of eggs. Her family’s five wild chickens had now multiplied to forty-five. They laid at least sixty eggs every day.

This little basket of eggs contained at most twenty.

More than that would burden them, but twenty eggs were still a thoughtful gesture and not considered petty.

She also specifically had Song Moting bring two hens.

This was the collective intention from all the educated youth at the point.

This time, more people went together, not just the two of them.

They arrived at Guo Dongjun’s place.

Before they even entered, they heard a voice shouting inside.

"It’s confinement she’s going through. Who hasn’t been through confinement? In our time, we still worked during confinement. It’s cold and miserable now, every household is almost out of grain, and you want to kill our only two chickens for your daughter-in-law’s confinement.

Is there a father-in-law like you who spoils his daughter-in-law so much? Do you want the rest of the family to survive or not?"

Those words were a bit cutting, unpleasant to hear. If outsiders heard them, there’d be gossip.

"What are you saying? You’re also a woman. As a mother-in-law, you should be ashamed to say such things. You’re still my wife, Guo Dongjun. People would laugh if they heard. Killing a chicken for our daughter-in-law to drink some chicken soup—you know well there isn’t enough food for the newborn.

Do you want to starve that child, your grandchild? After all I’ve said, is it for myself?"

Guo Dongjun probably slammed the table, and everyone could hear the table thud.

"Dad, Mom, stop arguing. I know you’re both doing it for my son and wife. I understand Mom’s thoughts. We only have these two egg-laying hens, and collecting those eggs could barely be traded for some oil and salt. Now if we kill them, we’ll have nothing left. It’s fine, Mom, I understand. Once the snow stops, I’ll go up the mountain to see if I can catch two wild chickens.

Don’t fight about this at home. If outsiders hear, it’s embarrassing for our family."

This was Guo Dazhuang’s voice; you could tell Guo Dazhuang felt very troubled.

"What nonsense are you talking? The mountain’s already snowbound. Even if the snow stops, if you go up the mountain, aren’t you afraid of accidents? Just catching wild chickens isn’t sure, you might just feed the wolves. You, old lady! Think for yourself, is your son’s life important, or those two chickens?"

Guo Dongjun was furious.

"Oh my God, life is impossible to go on like this. My son, are you asking for your mother’s death!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face darkened.

Frankly, every household is having a hard time, she somehow forgot that the life at the farm couldn’t compare with the city.

Here, even if you have some money, you can’t buy anything, let alone these farm folks earning enough money, every household’s work points are fixed.

Year-round food and necessities are consumed, leaving hardly any money in hand.

Raising some chickens or pigs beyond fulfilling tasks barely supplements the household.

Those truly are the lifelines of every household.