"Qing'er, I will go to Guanyin Temple tomorrow to burn incense and pray. I also want to bring some things there." Sun and Yang Ruoqing discussed in a low voice.

"Mom, what is it? Tell me." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Whatever she can, she will try her best to satisfy her mother.

Sun said: "I want to bring a hundred pairs of steamed buns over."

One hundred pairs of steamed buns? That’s two hundred.

Why did you bring so many steamed buns there?

Yang Ruoqing blinked in surprise, "Mom, when pilgrims from well-off families go to offer incense, they usually bring extra money for sesame oil and donate it to the temple. The temple will record it on the merit list. They don't want to bring steamed buns for the nuns to eat.

Do not move."

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Of course I will bring the sesame oil money, as well as the steamed buns. The steamed buns are not donated to the temple, but to the poor people who are fleeing famine."

Yang Ruoqing understood that her mother brought the steamed buns for the beggars out of charity.

"Qing'er, I know these steamed buns won't be of much use, but this is my little thought. When I saw the hungry and panicked eyes of those old people and children, I thought of your grandmother, who was seriously ill and dying.

With that look in my eyes, it’s really pitiful to not be able to eat..."

Sun turned her head away, her eyes red.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and stroked Sun's back.

Even though it has been more than two years, Yang Ruoqing will always think of her at every family gathering.

It would be great if Ga Po was still alive.

It's a pity that Guppo passed away long ago, and she ended up with that overbearing disease.

Esophageal cancer, such a cruel disease, starved a fat, kind-faced old lady to a few bones.

You obviously have an appetite, but you can't eat. No matter how hard you try to swallow, you can't swallow the food in your mouth. The lower part of your throat is like a blocked pipe that cannot be unblocked.

At first I couldn't eat hard food, then I couldn't swallow porridge, and finally I couldn't even drink water.

I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back, my bones and muscles all over my body ached, and my blood sugar was so low that I didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

In the end, there was only a handful of bones left in the whole person, and the eye sockets were sunken. The energy of life was passing away little by little. In the end, life was worse than death, and I just looked forward to being released soon.

As for the family, no matter how rich the granddaughter is, or how well-armed the grandson-in-law is, facing Granny Ga, no one can do anything.

I can only watch helplessly as Ga Po is tortured by the disease and completely dies...

"Qing'er, I have been dreaming about your grandmother recently. She told me that she was hungry..."

Sun turned around, looked at Yang Ruoqing, and murmured.

"I was just thinking, this time I came to the Guanyin Temple, and there were so many beggars, I want to do some merit and give the steamed buns to those beggars to eat. Maybe this merit will make you, Ga Po, feel better down there...

"

"Mom, stop talking, I understand, I understand everything." Yang Ruoqing held Sun's hand and said in a deep voice.

"I'll go and talk to the pastry chef in the back kitchen later and ask them to work harder tonight and make a hundred pairs of steamed buns so that we can take them to the Guanyin Temple tomorrow!"

Yang Yongjin said: "Qing'er, why do you need to go in person to do these things? You can just accompany your third uncle and three aunts. I will just go and say hello later."

Yang Ruoqing knew Yang Yongjin's good intentions, but she still shook her head decisively.

"Second brother, I will go and tell the masters myself that this is a matter of merit and virtue, and you must be pious," she said.

When the second brother went to say hello, the pastry chefs in the kitchen must have been forced by the pressure from the shopkeeper and the boss to not disobey.

When the time comes to stay up all night making steamed buns one after another, I may feel some complaints in my heart.

For this batch of steamed buns, Yang Ruoqing didn't like too much resentment mixed in during the making process, so she had to go to the kitchen in person to tell the story and give a reward.

It was night, in the large kitchen in the backyard of Tianxiang House, when the ordering chef and his staff were busy making steamed buns for tomorrow's donation, in a simple house in a dilapidated alley in a corner of the county, a woman and her child were

The crying is heart-wrenching.

"Dad, why are you doing this? The worst we can do is not give up the money. You have tortured yourself like this, your legs have been broken, and you have vomited so much blood. If you have any problems, you can let me and Erya sister and brother

What can we do in the future?"

Mrs. Mo lay on the bedside, clutching the quilt and crying her heart out.

Erya stood next to Mr. Mo, wiping away tears and sobbing.

Behind their mother and daughter, Erya's uncle was kneeling on the ground with a bruise on his forehead. Erya's aunt stood aside holding Erya's younger brother, also sobbing softly.

On the bed, the man Gao Jing was lying there, turning to look at his wife and children in front of the bed. He stretched out his trembling hand to hold Mo's hand, trying hard to smile.

"It's okay. I have good health and bones. I used to be a policeman in my hometown in the East China Sea. I have never had any major or minor injuries. I've seen a lot. Don't panic, don't panic..." Gao Jing comforted his wife.

"Dad, why do those bad guys beat you? Daddy, have you done anything wrong? Woo hoo hoo..." Erya looked at Gao Jing in confusion and asked crying.

Some time ago, my father, my uncle, and two uncles went out to do work before dawn every day and came back after dark.

Mother and aunt were very happy. Mother told her that her father, uncle and two uncles had found jobs and had work to do. In the future, they would have money to buy rice and grain to buy clothes for Erya.

Erya was very happy, but in the past few days, the atmosphere at home seemed a little off.

First there were two uncles, one was sick and the other was injured from a fall. They were both recovering from their injuries on the bunk in the next room.

Then, the atmosphere at home became even worse, and the adults all looked worried.

Sometimes when Erya wakes up in the middle of the night, she hears her father sighing, and her mother comforts her father by her side. After comforting her until the end, her mother starts to cry softly.

Erya didn't understand, but she could vaguely feel that something must have happened at home, otherwise the adults wouldn't all have serious faces and not like to joke.

This morning, my father and uncle went out together, and my mother and aunt arrived at the entrance of the alley, still giving some instructions.

For most of the next day, my mother and aunt looked distracted. After a while, my aunt ran to the entrance of the alley to look around.

After finally surviving until the sun went down, my father and uncle came back, but it was my uncle who carried my father on his back.

When dad came back, his eyes were closed, his mouth was covered in blood, and his legs were covered in blood.

After his uncle brought his father back, he knelt down in front of his parents. His uncle also slapped him in the face, saying that he was useless and that he was not a human being...

"Sister, brother-in-law, I am not a human being. It was I who beat my brother-in-law like this. Sister, please beat me to death!"

Behind him, Uncle Erya cried mournfully again, buried his head, and then kowtowed to his brother-in-law on the bed.

Gao Jing struggled to get up, but one leg was so painful that he couldn't move at all.

"Er Ya Niang, hurry up, stop my brother-in-law, don't let him crack his head!" Gao Jing gasped in anxiety.

Erya Niang quickly got up and rushed to Uncle Erya, stopped him, and cried: "Stop knocking, Erya's two uncles are so injured that they can't get out of bed. If you fall down too, there will be no one in our house."
Chapter completed!