"Brother Xiaotang, you'd better reattach Black Mule's arm!" Lao Mo said.

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "I'm not a doctor. I was too angry and used too much force. I didn't care..."

My head is full of black lines.

He looked at Tuobaling with pleading eyes.

Tuobaling glanced coldly at the black mule over there: "I can help you put your arm back, but I want you to promise me something."

The black mule was convulsing with pain at this moment. Not to mention one thing, he would not dare to refuse a hundred things.

The black mule nodded repeatedly.

Tuoba Ling said: "I will help you put your arm back, but you can't throw this little baby girl away, you must raise it!"

"If you really don't want to raise her, wait until I leave Sishan'ao in a few days. If you can convince your wife to agree, I am willing to take this child away and find a good person to raise her!"

"Can you do it?" he asked word for word.

The majesty on his face made Yang Ruoqing suddenly feel the majesty and domineering power of a soldier.

He was definitely not joking with the black mule, he was serious.

Looking at the black mule again, he nodded quickly without even thinking about it.

"Chengchengcheng, as long as you connect my arm, connect it, I will promise you anything!" Black Mule gasped.

Tuobaling looked at Lao Mo and Ge Dadan again, "You bear witness for me."

Lao Mo and Ge Dadan both nodded.

Tuobaling then rolled up his sleeves and came to the black mule.

I saw him lifting one of the black mule's arms, and then pinching the black mule's arm with his fingers a few times.

Before the black mule had time to scream, Tuobaling suddenly raised his palm.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

After a cry of pain followed by a crisp sound, the black mule's arm returned to its original position.

"Try shaking it a few times." Tuoba Ling said.

Black Mule endured the pain and shook his arm slightly.

Then he cried out in surprise, "Ha, ha, ha, my arm is healed again..."

…

After returning to Lao Mo's house, Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to use the remaining wine on the table to treat Da Mo's wound.

Unexpectedly, the wine jar was empty.

"What? There's no wine in the wine jar?" Lao Mo asked as he passed by the table.

Yang Ruoqing directly handed the empty wine jar to Lao Mo and asked him to look at it himself.

Lao Mo glanced at the empty wine jar, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"When we left, I remembered that there were still two taels of wine in here, so why did it bottom out after going out for a while?" He said to himself.

Yang Ruoqing ignored Lao Mo, turned around and said to him: "There is no wine, I will go to the kitchen to get some salt water to treat your wound."

Damo nodded and raised his hand to cover his cheek, which was a little swollen.

After Yang Ruoqing helped Damo treat the wound, she twisted a cold water handkerchief and handed it to Damo, asking him to cover his swollen cheek.

"Xiaotang, why don't you sit down and take a rest? You're so busy that your feet don't even touch the floor," Damo said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and sat down at the table.

"Brother Damo, I really don't understand why the black mule doesn't want to see his daughter so much?" she asked in confusion.

This question has been troubling her heart tonight.

The concept of favoring boys over girls is common in this era.

The same goes for the people in Changping Village, and Mr. Tan is a typical example.

However, no matter how much sons are favored over daughters, the newborn daughter will not drown or fall to death!

This is so cruel!

"Let alone her daughter, even if she is really a kitten or puppy, I can't bear it!" she continued.

Hearing her words, Damo sighed and said, "This is not a matter of Black Mule Zi alone, but of the entire Sishan'ao Village."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and signaled Damo to continue.

Damo said: "In our village, our ancestors have felt this way for generations. Everyone says that girls are unlucky and a broom star. If a girl is born in a family, it will bring bad luck to the family!"

"I have never seen with my own eyes how they handled it in the past. As long as I can remember, I have heard of several cases where people in our village threw their newborn baby girls down the cliff."

Having said this, Damo glanced towards Lao Mo's house.

Lao Mo just took the empty wine jar and went back to the house, but he didn't come out now.

Damo then lowered his voice and said, "If you're not talking about far away places, let's take my home as an example."

"My brother is in his mid-thirties and I am in my mid-twenties. He is ten years older than me."

"I heard that between my brother and I, there are three sisters."

"My mother gave birth to three sisters at one go, and they didn't even survive for three days before my father disposed of them." Damo said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing frowned.

"No wonder your village is known as a bachelor's village. 90% of the men in this village cannot find a wife,"

"Girls from other villages are fighting to death and don't want to marry here. There are no girls in this village who can even exchange marriages. It turns out that it's because the people in your village treat the little baby girl so badly and cruelly."

"Oh my god, it's like if you don't sow seeds in spring, how dare you expect to harvest millet in autumn? I'm drunk too!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head again.

The people in this village favor boys over girls to the point of perversion.

Damo continued: "Actually, the villagers cannot be blamed for this."

"If there is something in your village that has been passed down from generation to generation, as children and grandchildren, I am afraid they will only abide by it and do it according to it!" he added.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No."

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Moreover, the so-called rules, traditional customs, etc. are all set by people."

"If people can decide, nature can also change." She said.

Damo looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, with his mouth wide open.

This was the first time in his life that he heard such remarks. It was so novel.

"Do you think you can just change it? If it were as easy as talking about what you say and what you say, there would be no need for bachelors in our village."

It was Lao Mo who said this.

He came out of the house with a bluffing face.

Lao Mo came to the table and sat down too.

"This is not a rule set by anyone, it's because our village has been cursed by the pig lady." He said.

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Lao Mo pulled out the tobacco stick and took a few long puffs into his mouth.

Then he blew out a smoke ring and said, "I told you, it won't be a problem."

"A long time ago, our village also valued boys over girls, but we were not as scared of girls as we are now."

"At that time, there were some families who raised daughters, otherwise our village would not have so many people in this generation."

"I can't remember which year it was, but a family in the village raised an old sow, the kind that was specially used to give birth to piglets."
Chapter completed!