In the autumn of the 54th year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi, a farmer named He at the foot of Siping Mountain in Danyang, Jiangsu Province had another daughter. This is the second daughter of the He family, so she is named Shuangqing. Shuangqing's uncle worked as a choreographer in the town's school. The town is not far from He Shuangqing's home. Xiao Shuangqing, who is unattended to take care of, often run to the school alone, stand quietly outside the window and peek. When the students inside were studying, she also imitated them with "Yi Yi Yaya". It's also fun to learn. Later, when the teacher in the school saw that the girl was smart and studious, he made an exception and agreed to let her go to the classroom to listen. Xiao Shuangqing was so happy that her heart was sweeter than eating honey. After class, she was busy delivering water and tea to her husband, fanning her in summer to drive away flies and adding charcoal to her fire in winter to thank her for her special care. In this way, Xiao Shuangqing listened to the school for three years, learned to read and write, and entered the door of reciting poems and writing.
The crops in the fields were planted and harvested, harvested and planted again. In a blink of an eye, He Shuangzhan was already eighteen years old and grew into a graceful and graceful girl. Her inner self-proclaimed performance of poetry and writing makes her more subtle and profound than other rural girls. Although He Shuangqing has outstanding poetry and charm, this is worthless in the eyes of the country people. The He family's parents didn't think that their daughter was different from others. When their daughter was at the age of marriage, they took the initiative to marry Shuangqing to Zhou Dawang from the neighboring village. Zhou Dawang is also a farmer and only knows how to plant crops. The He family’s parents are interested in him because he is strong and a good farmer. They think that his daughter is living with him is real.
weeks old Dawang is as strong as a cow, has a hot temper, and cannot tell a single word of big things. It forms an extremely disharmonious contrast with He Shuangqing's weak constitution, soft temperament and handsome talent. The newly married He Shuangqing looked at her strange husband and felt that she had been thrown into the wilderness, and she didn't know whether her future fate would be good or bad.
Newly married, Zhou Dawang is very fascinated by Wen Ya's slender wife, and he hugged her every night and rubbed her. Although he didn't say anything lightly, his broad chest and strong arms made He Shuangqing feel a solid care. Although he didn't have the romance of a talented man and beautiful woman in the book, she was a little satisfied with regret. Anyway, the peasant girls get married like this.
3 After entering the Zhou family, He Shuangqing began to taste some bitter taste. My mother-in-law, Yang, is a fierce and capable woman. When she was young and widowed, she raised her only son Zhou Dawang alone. When her wife entered the house, her son was fascinated. When she came to her, she was less likely to come to her, a mother. She really "who married her wife and forgot her mother"! She counted the hatred on He Shuangqing's head and decided that it was this vixen that snatched her son's heart, so she started to find fault in the egg. The new daughter-in-law started cooking on the third day. He Shuangqing carefully made a bowl of sugar-hearted glutinous rice dumpling for her mother-in-law and carefully served it to her mother-in-law. Yang took it with a pretentious manner, scooped one with a spoon and put it into his mouth. As soon as he took a bite, he suddenly frowned and spit out the glutinous rice dumplings that were eaten into his mouth with a "punch", and at the same time he ate the bowl in his hand heavily on the table, then stood up and said furiously, "You little prostitute want to burn me to death? Where do you need to put so much sugar in your glutinous rice dumplings? You just want to defeat our Zhou family? You are such a broom star!" The glutinous rice dumplings were spitting on He Shuangqing's skirt. She was shocked, and then she was slandered and smashed her head and faced with a slander, which made her feel overwhelmed. Tears that were so big that they fell down. "Tsk tsk! I can't say a few words? Let me tell you, I am the leader here. You can't help but do whatever you want. You don't even pack up the things on the ground quickly. You still have to feed the pigs and chickens in the pen! Our farmhouses can't afford to raise idle people!" Yang seemed to have not vented enough, and scolded He Shuangqing again. Then he turned his head and shouted to his son in the room, "Wang'er, can you guard the millet every day by guarding your wife? You can't go down to the fields to work, it depends on how lazy you are!" The newlyweds had just rested for three days, and Yang felt a lot of anger. She felt that her son was almost being taken by her wife.The honest Zhou Dawang has been used to listening to his mother's tune since he was a child, so he naturally did not dare to resist at this time, so he had to carry the hoe obediently into the field, and blame his wife for his anger. I felt that my mother got angry and she was scolded by me, so I couldn't help but reduce my love for my wife by half.
From this day on, He Shuangqing lived under the suppression of his mother-in-law every day. The home cleaning, cooking, feeding chickens, raising pigs, pounding grain and other things fell on her. She was originally weak and rarely did these things in her parents' home. At first, I couldn't adapt. I either forgot this or missed it. I was so busy that the mother-in-law sitting next to me not only didn't help me, but also thought that she was too slow. It wasn't right here or there. At the beginning, He Shuangqing suffered grievances from her mother-in-law and quietly told her husband that she wanted to get some comfort from her husband. But slowly, the husband believed his mother-in-law's arrangement and believed that He Shuangqing was clumsy and lazy, and often stood by his mother to help scold his wife. He Shuangqing was extremely sad. Although He Shuangqing put forward some painstaking efforts, the clumsy and vulgar husband could not understand it at all. On the contrary, under the instigation of his mother Yang, he constantly tortured his wife. One day, He Shuangqing cleaned the inside and outside the house, washed a large basin of clothes, and fed chickens and pigs. He was about to sit down and have some rest. His mother-in-law shouted in the yard, "When you don't have lunch, you should pound the basket of grain. You still want to wait until the sun sets!" He Shuangqing never dared to disobey his mother-in-law's instructions. Zhou Dawang came back from the ground and saw his wife standing weakly next to the stone mortar , holding the stone mortar without moving. He thought that she was lazy and lazy, but she walked over without thinking and pushed her down next to the stone mortar. The stone pestle was pressing against her waist. He Shuangqing was so painful that she couldn't get up for a long time, but tears of pain were still not afraid to flow out in front of her husband.
After finally struggling to pound the grain, it was time to make lunch again. He Shuangqing didn't have time to take a breath, so he went to the kitchen to cook porridge. The sound of the stove was messy. The clever mother-in-law leaned in and looked at it, and couldn't help but get angry and scolded, "You little bitch, you can't live like this!" He Shuangqing had long been used to her scolding, and at this time she was really weak all over, so she ignored her and just buried her head in cleaning the stove. When Yang saw his wife's expression of neglecting her, he was even more angry and rushed forward and grabbed He Shuangqing's earrings. He pulled them hard, tearing her earlobes apart, and blood flowed all over her shoulders. He Shuangqing still did not dare to resist, but silently gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and obediently brought the food to the house as usual. Her husband and mother-in-law didn't even look at her, and she sat down and started eating and chewing. He Shuangqing suffers from severe malaria . He is not treated in the Zhou family. He often has cold and hot attacks, which makes her torture her face and lose weight and she is haggard. Her husband became more and more annoying to her. Fortunately, her mother-in-law was not at home, so she fell on the bed and cried.
The bullying of the husband and mother-in-law has destroyed the beauty of the first female poet in the Qing Dynasty every day, but she cannot fully wear out her love for the brocade thoughts and flowers. After running out of paper from her mother's house, Shuangqing wrote on reed leaves, bamboo leaves, osmanthus and rag fragments; when the pen was grinding, she used charcoal sticks and white powder instead. My mother-in-law was full of power many times, breaking Shuangqing's pen and burning the manuscript of the poem, but she could not stop Shuangqing's passion for writing poems in any case. Shuangqing didn't care about what works he left behind, and even did not want the poems to be preserved in the world. Her only purpose of writing poems and lyrics was just to use them to vent her sadness, to stain her life, and to add a bright color to her withered life. The unfortunate experience made Shuangqing often think of the good times before marriage. Although it was so hard, she had the most precious family affection in the world. Her heart was warm and calm. The beautiful times passed like flowing water and could never flow back. Shuangqing could only rely on these little memories to comfort her traumatized heart.
Since you can't resist, you can only be more respectful. Perhaps this will reduce the pain a little.According to the "Xiqing San Ji" of the Qing Dynasty, shortly after Shuangqing arrived at his mother-in-law's house, he was sick for a long time. On the days before his death, "the uncle and aunt became more cautious, and the neighbors called him filial. His nature became more violent, and he was good at inheriting his joys and angers, and he did not dare to offend him." (Volume 4, page 46) In this way, around the end of Yongzheng or the early years of Qianlong, a generation of talented and beautiful female poets in the farm family finally fell under the dual torture of physical and mental health, and left a regret for the world withered and hated, leaving behind a period of eternal regret that made future generations sigh!
