Traveling through the 80s and marrying a rough man

Chapter 391 What Can I Take To Save You, This Damn Stink

Although Miao Cuixiang is good at making clothes, she is not skilled in making tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats.

Although the fourth daughter-in-law is pregnant with a girl, who said girls can't wear tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats?
Regardless of the boy or girl, as long as it is born by the fourth daughter-in-law, it will definitely look good. Miao Cuixiang hopes that the temperament of the girl can be a little bit like the Liu family, so as to save her from being bullied when she grows up!

"My in-laws are really good at craftsmanship, and what I did is called a good-looking one."

I checked my eyes, as long as they are all good to my fourth daughter-in-law, they are all good comrades!
Xu Xiaoyun also liked it very much, said a lot of words of thanks, washed the fruit in the room and put it on a plate for them to eat.

Chen Mei directly took the tiger's head hat and put it on Xiaobao. Wang Yinfeng hugged her grandson and got close to her for a while, and the two of them went into the room to whisper.

"Meizi, there is something you must tell your mother the truth about!"

No matter how easy the grandson is to hug, he is still a grandson, he can't live in their house every day and let her hug and play!

"What's the matter, mother, when did I lie to you?"

"Mother knows, but this big event is related to the life and death of our old Chen family, not the messy little things like before!"

Yo, life and death.

Chen Mei's expression changed drastically, "Mother, our ancestral grave must have been dug up!"

What the hell is this kid talking about!
"Our ancestral grave is fine! I heard people say that many people in your village eat chicken feces, and that eating chicken feces can give birth to boys. After more careful inquiry, it is from you! Tell your mother the truth, little wolf, little tiger, little boy!" Leopards, were you born from eating chicken feces?"

Wang Yinfeng's expression was indescribable.

I hope this folk remedy is true, and she is not particularly patriarchal, but I still hope that her son Chen Jianshe can at least give her a grandson, and grandchildren will do!
She also felt that Zhu Tingting would not be happy about eating chicken feces.

Alas, the plums in his family were so cruel. In order to give birth to Liu Qiu's son, he ate chicken feces three times, for how many months.

Chen Mei: "..."

His expression became as indescribable as Wang Yinfeng's.

"Mom, why do you believe this! It's all spread to our village?"

"That's not true! Many young daughters-in-law in the village have already eaten it. I think it's safer to ask you. Tell mother, have you eaten so much chicken shit?"

"I'll eat, I'll eat a fart!" Chen Mei opened her mouth and cursed.

And for a while, I didn't know who to blame.

She said the lie casually, and it stands to reason that she should blame herself.

But it was also because of the three sons she gave birth to as simple as drinking cold water, and Liu Qiushou claimed that her mind was full of shit.

Should I blame myself for having so many sons, or Liu Qiushou?

Chen Mei has a small brain and fainted after a while.

"It's not chicken shit, it's fart!"

Wang Yinfeng was worried, what's the matter with this fart?

"Don't eat farts! Don't eat anything! It's not right... I'm talking nonsense about eating chicken shit. How could I eat that disgusting thing? Mom, don't believe it!"

She thought that only a fool would believe such a lie, but even her own mother was almost fooled.

There are so many idiots in the village!

In fact, it's not that there are many fools, it's just that there are too many women who are patriarchal and eager to have boys. As long as they can give birth, they can do whatever they want.

This is not stupid, but the sadness of patriarchy!
"Really?"

"En!" Chen Mei nodded vigorously.

True than gold!
"I gave birth to three sons in a row, all because your daughter's land is good, and the fruit is good, it has nothing to do with chicken shit!"

Wang Yinfeng chooses to believe in Chen Mei, so it depends on God's will whether Zhu Tingting is bad for a man or a woman!
She dismissed this idea, but Zhu Tingting asked her when she didn't expect to go back here.

"Mother, I heard people say that from Honghe Village, it is true that eating chicken feces can give birth to a son?"

After some deep thinking, she thought she had finally figured out the reason why she lost to Chen Mei, that is, she didn't have a son!

Who are the tiger shoes and the tiger hat made for?

For the grandson!

As for the child in Xu Xiaoyun's belly, it must be to curry favor with Miao Cuixiang, who made Miao Cuixiang like this daughter-in-law more.

Which is closer, grandson or grandson?

Of course the grandson!

So it was inferred that as long as she gave birth to a son in this pregnancy, the mother-in-law's heart would definitely be on her side, and she would never think about Chen Mei anymore!
What's more, Chen Mei gave birth to three sons, and she also wanted to give birth to three sons, secretly competing with her, no, she wanted to give birth to four, crushing Chen Mei in every way!

Isn't this a coincidence?
Wang Yinfeng just came back from asking her daughter.

"Fake, don't listen to their nonsense! Is chicken shit edible?"

fake?

"Impossible, if it's fake, why do so many people eat it?"

Zhu Tingting has fallen into her own logic and cannot extricate herself, she must have a son!
Some people have secretly taken some magical medicine for giving birth before, but they have never been spread and eaten on such a large scale, so it must be true!

"Mother, who are you asking, who is telling lies?"

"Plum!"

Wang Yinfeng thought that Zhu Tingting knew that Chen Meina was the source of the rumor.

But Zhu Tingting didn't know it at all, she just heard it from the villagers.

There are too many people who eat it, including those who are not pregnant, as if it is some kind of magic medicine to cure diseases and strengthen the body without diseases.

Most people who don't ask hard don't know the source of the gossip.

Zhu Tingting's expression was twisted.

"I knew it was her. She definitely didn't want me to have a son, and she was afraid that I would surpass her! Mother! From today onwards, I will eat chicken shit!"

After finishing speaking, he went to the house to get the bowl, then opened the door of the chicken coop and stomped in, scaring the chickens and running around.

Chen Jianshe and Wang Yinfeng were holding on to the railing of the chicken coop.

"What are you doing in there, come out!" She is still pregnant with a child!
Zhu Tingting came out, but she let Chen Jianshe in.

"You go in, help me catch a chicken, hold the chicken and make it shit into the bowl!"

Even if she eats chicken feces, she, Zhu Tingting, wants to eat the freshest ones that haven't touched the ground!
After a difficult defecation process, three chickens were replaced halfway.

Some were pulled out and released, and some seemed too scared to shit. Chen Jianshe finally collected two bubbles of shit for her, which were hot and fresh.

Compared with other people's big bowls, it's just one bite.

The stench filled the air, and Zhu Tingting's confidence was knocked down. She pinched her delicate nose with one hand, looked at the two bubbles of chicken feces in the bowl, and was doing psychological construction.

"Why don't we stop eating it, mother will say it's fake." Chen Jianshe persuaded.

"No, I want to eat, I want to have a son!"

This man is insane!

"Don't we still have two oranges at home, go and peel one for me, clean off the membranes on the oranges, and put the petals of small oranges in." Maybe in this way, the chicken droppings will emit a fruity fragrance?

The more I think about it, the more awesome the idea is!

Chen Jianshe: "..."

"Hurry up, no one can stop me from having a son!"

Chen Jianshe frantically peeled the oranges, almost blinded, and finally peeled them out.

The bowl is covered with a layer of yellow orange flesh, and the chicken feces underneath can't be seen at all, but it turns out that the stinky thing is still stinky with anything added to it!

Whether it is sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, nothing can stop it.

What will save you, oh, the damned stink!
(End of this chapter)