After Brother Zhou Sheng left, Zhou Sheng quickly got up to check on Fengzhi and tried to call her gently.

However, she didn't give him any response, and Zhou Sheng was a little frustrated.

The surprise and excitement in the previous dream have not dissipated. It is too real, too real, so real that it doesn’t even seem like a dream!

"Bingbing, sit here with your mother while daddy does something." Zhou Sheng got up and came to the back of the bed.

He stood where Fengzhi asked him to stand before, and then tried to reach out and touch the top of the bed.

A mouse scurried across the plywood. Zhou Sheng's hand retracted. At this time, he really touched something.

He grabbed the thing out, and it turned out to be one of Bingbing's worn-out shoes.

As soon as Zhou Sheng took the small shoes into his hands, he felt something was wrong under his hands.

Looking at the six taels of silver dug out from the shoe, Zhou Sheng was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it...

"Dad, come quickly, my mother is awake."

Bingbing's voice suddenly sounded from beside the bed.

Zhou Sheng quickly put the six taels of silver into his arms, kept it close to his body, and rushed to the bed.

Fengzhi opened her eyes and lay there, her mouth twitching slightly, her eyes moving aimlessly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Zhou Sheng held Fengzhi's hand and said, "Fengzhi, I know what you are going to say. Don't worry, I have found everything you hid in your shoes."

"I will keep that thing and spend every penny on our son Bingbing!"

After hearing Zhou Sheng's promise, the corners of Fengzhi's mouth no longer twitched so violently.

Obviously, what Zhou Sheng said was what Fengzhi wanted to express.

Fengzhi's eyes moved, searching in the room.

Zhou Sheng quickly said to Bingbing behind him: "Bingbing, come quickly, your mother wants to see you."

Bingbing was actually a little afraid of Fengzhi looking like this, because the wounds on Fengzhi's body were filled with pus and blood and gave off a strange smell.

This is only the second thing. The main reason is that as the vitality gradually dissipates, the aura of the living person in Fengzhi becomes weaker and weaker, while the aura of death becomes stronger and stronger.

Children are naturally sensitive to this. Even though this is their own mother, they still have some uncontrollable fear.

This is not a rejection of one's own mother, but an instinctive fear of death among living beings.

Fengzhi was still searching, searching weakly, and Bingbing was still hesitating. Zhou Sheng was a little annoyed and a little anxious, so he dragged Bingbing to the bed.

Then, Fengzhi raised his trembling hand and stroked Bingbing's head.

Fengzhi looked at Bingbing, her lips murmured, and two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, Bingbing just looked at Fengzhi blankly, with confusion, confusion and some fear in his eyes.

He couldn't understand what was in Fengzhi's eyes.

It wasn't until many years later, when he grew up little by little in the shadow of his mother, and after experiencing more life and death partings, that he suddenly remembered tonight when he dreamed about it late one night.

When I think of the eyes of the woman who brought me into this world deep in my memory,

Bingbing realized deeply that there is the greatest thing in this world called maternal love!

Maternal love is great, but maternal love is also selfish.

Your mother, no matter how she is evaluated in the eyes of others, is she good or bad?

Stingy? Or generous, upright, or selfish?

But when she faces her children, she is very simple, she is just a mother.

There are no bad parents in the world.

No matter what kind of person you are, I want to say thank you here, thank you, thank you for being pregnant in ten months and giving birth early in the morning to bring me into this world...

When Fengzhi's hand slowly dropped, her eyes were still open.

Zhou Sheng's whole body was as stiff as a lightning strike.

The next moment, he stretched out a hand to close Fengzhi's eyelids that could not close her eyes, and then said in a deep voice to Bingbing beside him: "Your mother has gone, kneel down and kowtow..."

…

Early the next morning, the news that Fengzhi was gone spread throughout Changping Village.

Yang Huazhong, being an upright person, quickly called on the villagers to go to Zhou Sheng's house to help with the funeral arrangements.

According to the customs in this area, after a person dies, he has to stay at home for two days and one night. He will wait until the third day to put the coffin into the coffin and perform rituals, and wait until the early morning of the fourth day to carry it up the mountain for burial. Therefore, the head and tail are in the village.

You have to stay for four days.

But the weather is hot, and if you stay at home for four days, it won’t break early?

Brother Zhou Sheng remembered that Mrs. Sun used ice cubes to delay her death last time, so he came to Yang Ruoqing to ask for some ice cubes.

Ice cubes are a magical tool for escaping the heat in July, a good thing that cannot be exchanged for gold.

Brother Zhou Sheng discussed with Zhou Sheng here, "If it doesn't work out, let's just go to Qing'er and ask for some ice to calm it down!"

Zhou Sheng shook his head, "That thing is small and hard to come by. Let's go and open the door. If Qing'er doesn't borrow it, everyone will look bad. If Qing'er can't save face, borrow it from me. Then there will be someone else in the village in the summer.

If he dies, he will go to Qing'er to beg."

"Qing'er can't give it to one family but not to that one, right? If she gives it all, then her family will spend so much money digging a cellar to store ice. Wouldn't it all be used to bury the corpses of the villagers? Let her

It's embarrassing and unlucky, so forget it!" Zhou Sheng said.

Brother Zhou Sheng said: "But if we don't use ice, Fengzhi will stink tonight. Do you believe it?"

"The wounds on her feet are so rotten, bleeding and pus-producing. It's not like you haven't noticed that all the flies and mosquitoes in the village have been running into your yard in the past two days."

Zhou Sheng's brows furrowed and he sat there with a frown on his face.

Brother Zhou Sheng said: "It really doesn't work, the rule is that the dead are alive, so let's not bury the body at home for too long, put it in the coffin earlier, and bury it earlier!"

Zhou Sheng looked reluctant and said: "Brother, don't worry, there is someone I have to go to. He will definitely be able to get ice cubes!"

"Who is it?" Brother Zhou Sheng asked.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Zhenbang."

"What?" Brother Zhou Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Your brain wasn't damaged by the door panel, was it? If Yang Zhenbang hadn't fooled around with Fengzhi, Lin wouldn't have come to the door, and nothing would have happened later."

"That old boy Yang Zhenbang is so old. He cuckolded you and slept with your wife, and you still went to find him? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Zhou Sheng shook his head.

"I've become like this, and I have long lost face in front of the villagers." Zhou Sheng said.

"Besides, how much is face worth? I don't want it, I just want it to be useful to me."

"It's precisely because this old boy Yang Zhenbang slept with Fengzhi, and it's also because Mr. Lin came to make trouble with Fengzhi that I did this, so I have to find him even more. There's nothing so cheap in the world. Just eat up, pat your butt and leave.

Man, Fengzhi is dead, if he doesn’t give an explanation, I will never be done with him!”

After saying these words, Zhou Sheng walked out the door with a gloomy face.
Chapter completed!