Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Chapter 153 I'm full

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. There was first a stunned silence, and then they burst into laughter.

Zhu Chanjuan teased, "Fang Fei, your five husbands and six sons are two more than your three wives and four concubines. You are so greedy."

Zhu Fangfei didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "I used to think that opening a women's newspaper in Beijing was nonsense, but now we are sitting in this women's newspaper. Only by daring to think can we dare to do it, and only by taking action can we know success or failure."

Zhu Chanjuan nodded repeatedly: "Fang Fei is right. Men have been acting like this for hundreds of years. Don't we women even have the right to think about it?"

When everyone heard this, they realized it made sense and started to have all sorts of wild thoughts.

As they chatted, the topic turned back to "Dream of Red Mansions" and everyone talked about their favorite characters.

Names like Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Wang Xifeng, and Jia Tanchun popped out of everyone's mouths one after another, and they were praised to the skies.

Zhu Fangfei mentioned a character that no one else had mentioned: "I'm most interested in Xichun."

Jia Xichun doesn't play much of a role in Dream of the Red Chamber. She mostly plays a background role. Zhu Fangfei's interest in Xichun surprised Ren Baozhi. She said, "Madam Zhu, please speak."

"Everyone says Xichun is cold-hearted, cruel, and ruthless," Zhu Fangfei said, "but the Jia family is rotten to the core. I think she sees everything clearly, and that's why she doesn't want to be involved with the Jia family anymore.

"If you don't act cruelly, you'll be able to be self-reliant. Xichun just wanted to protect herself, so what's wrong with that?"

Ren Lanyue puffed out her cheeks and said, "But Xichun has been avoiding the problem. If it were me, even if I were a willow catkin, I would still want the wind to help me soar to the sky."

Zhu Fangfei asked in return, "What if the world is completely rotten, with not even the wind?"

Ren Lanyue held her chin with both hands, her facial features wrinkled into a ball: "It can't be that bad."

Seeing the atmosphere growing tense, Ren Baozhi said, "Escape won't solve the problem. If there's no wind, then we can poke a hole in the sky and let the strong wind from outside in. If there's no wind, then we can create our own wind and clouds, becoming the kind wind that relies on others for support."

Ji Ying was also a participant in today's tea party. She sat there from the beginning to the end of the tea party.

She has always been taciturn, and today was no exception. During the meal, Ji Ying did not say a word, but just listened quietly.

The tea party ended early today, and she looked at the vegetables that she had not sold at all, and suddenly felt a little tired.

She doesn't want to sell it anymore.

Ji Ying mechanically carried two large baskets of vegetables on his shoulders, and his steps back home were particularly heavy.

The words of the group of women at today's tea party kept echoing in her ears. She couldn't get rid of them, nor did she want to.

"It's better not to marry a man like this."

“Only by daring to think can we dare to do, and only by taking action can we know success or failure.”

"She just wanted to protect herself, what's wrong with that?"

"Then poke a hole in the sky and let the strong wind outside come in."

……

Although she didn't say a word at today's tea party, she also has her favorite character in the Dream of the Red Chamber.

The person's name was Jia Tanchun. Ji Ying liked her words the most: If I were a man, I could go out. I would have left long ago and established a career. Then I would have my own reasons.

It's very strange. I clearly only had a vague understanding of the story when I listened to it, but this sentence was strangely and deeply imprinted in my mind, word for word.

Before today, she also thought that she could not get out. After all, she was not a man, and she could only live her life in a daze.

But today, she felt that she was not unable to go out.

If the way of heaven is unfair, then expose the sky; if the way of man is biased, then expose the man.

Ji Ying lived in a remote village outside Chang'an City. When she returned home, the house was in a mess. Only the crisp sound of "crunching" came from the room. It was the sound of her husband lying on the bed and cracking melon seeds.

There was a wooden barrel near the door, with dirty clothes piled up in a mess inside, and a few pieces fell outside the barrel. The yellowed cloth emitted a pungent smell.

She deliberately didn't wash clothes for three days, and as expected, no one touched the clothes.

In the middle was a tattered food table with some leftovers on it, which were the meals she had prepared in the early morning.

There were dirty dishes on the greasy table, and a few flies were circling and landing above them, buzzing non-stop.

When Ji Ying was cleaning up the dishes, she discovered that several flies had drowned in the bowls.

The man in the house was just as Ji Ying had expected. He was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds.

There was a noise at the door, but he didn't even glance over there. He spit out the sunflower seed shells and said, "You came back early today. Business is good? How much did you sell for?"

Ji Ying silently carried the dishes and turned into the kitchen.

This woman has always been taciturn, but she has become more and more abnormal recently. Now she doesn't even respond to his questions. The man spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells in hatred. This time the shells and saliva were not spit out properly, and they were stuck on the thin blanket.

The man saw it but pretended not to see it, and didn't even think of shaking the blanket.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and the man said in a hoarse voice: "Cook less tonight, I'm not hungry."

The only response he got was the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

The man was already annoyed and was just waiting for dinner to be ready before getting out of bed to teach the woman a lesson. The sound of him cracking melon seeds became louder and louder, as if he was afraid that the woman in the kitchen couldn't hear him.

After a long time, the ping-pong sounds in the kitchen finally stopped, and the man ordered, "Pour me a glass of water. I'm so thirsty."

The woman still didn't respond.

The man finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled back the thin blanket and the melon seed shells scattered all over the floor. He walked out of the room stepping on the clattering melon seed shells, but saw a scene he thought would never happen.

This woman actually dared to eat alone!

Didn't call him!

He knocked Ji Ying's chopsticks away and angrily said, "You're eating alone?!"

Ji Ying knelt in front of the table, looked up at the man, said nothing, and took a pair of new chopsticks from the table to continue eating.

The man was furious. Seeing that there was no bowl or chopsticks on the table, he asked, "Where is my meal?"

Ji Ying picked up a piece of cucumber with chopsticks and put it into his mouth: "Do it yourself."

"What?!" the man raised his voice. "Say it again?"

Ji Ying swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at the man and said calmly: "If you want to eat, just make it yourself."

"Who gave you the guts?" The man's eyes were bloodshot as he threw all the food on the table to the ground. "If I don't have any to eat, then you can forget about it. This is outrageous!"

"Go, go and make another meal now," the man pointed at Ji Ying and said arrogantly, "Hurry up!"

Ji Ying ignored the mess in front of him and wiped his mouth: "I'm full."

The man kicked over the food tray: "I told you to cook now!"

Ji Ying was still kneeling on the cushion, motionless. She looked up at the man and raised her voice: "I said I'm full."