"Hey, I'm seventy-four. At this age, you may not be able to wake up any time soon. There are only a few days when I can take care of you mother and son. You should think about it yourself!"

After saying these words, Old Yang pushed the wheelchair back to the room where he slept, leaving Yu Xingkui standing alone...

The next day, Yujia Village.

Mrs. Zhou was washing clothes in the yard, Mother Yu was feeding the chickens nearby, and her ten-year-old grandson ran off to play somewhere.

Some villagers from the same village came to Yu's house and spoke to Mrs. Zhou and Yu's mother in the courtyard through the courtyard wall: "Mother Xingkui, when I came over from Changping Village earlier, I heard people there saying that your family is Xingkui."

Seems to be sick..."

Mother Yu suddenly raised her head, rushed out of the yard and came to the villager who was talking: "What? My Xingkui is sick? What is the illness? Is the illness serious?"

Mrs. Zhou also dropped her half-washed clothes and followed her out. She stood behind Yu's mother and looked nervously at the villagers who came to deliver the message.

The villager shook his head: "I don't know either. I just heard from the people from Changping Village who were working in the fields that Xingkui was sick. His boss, Lao Yangtou, even went to see a doctor for him..."

Yu's mother didn't care to listen to what was said next, turned around and ran home, and Mrs. Zhou also followed in.

"Mom, what should we do now? Xingkui is sick, so he can't serve old Uncle Yang anymore. I don't know what the illness is. He came back a few days ago and was fine..."

Mother Yu opened the cabinet there and rummaged through the contents.

Mrs. Zhou walked around the room, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and kept mumbling.

Yu's mother turned around and put two taels of silver into Zhou's hand: "Don't say anything. Take the money and go to Changping Village to see what's going on. If you need someone to take care of you, just stay here."

Come down and come back when he gets better."

Mrs. Zhou nodded repeatedly, "That baby..."

"I'm at home, I'm watching. Go quickly!" Yu's mother urged.

Mrs. Zhou nodded and ran out without even bothering to wash her clothes.

Mother Yu followed her to the door of the yard and shouted at Mrs. Zhou's back: "If anything happens, please send me a message back..."

"Hey, I understand, mother, take care of your children and your family." The voice came, and Zhou's figure had already run away.

Mother Yu stood at the door of the yard, her hands resting on her sides, trembling slightly.

Dad Xingkui, you must protect your son from illness and disaster...

With worries in her heart, Yu's mother returned to the yard, sat on the pony where Zhou had been sitting before, and finished washing her daughter-in-law's unfinished clothes.

While washing clothes, she thought about her son's illness in her mind.

While she was drying her clothes, she thought about her son's illness.

When she closed the courtyard door and went out to look for her grandson, she was also thinking about this matter. What was the disease? Why did she get sick despite everything?

When she arrived at the entrance of the village, she found her naughty grandson. On the way home, she looked in the direction of Changping Village several times, wishing she could turn around and go there so that she could see her son's condition with her own eyes...

But she endured it.

The chickens, ducks, geese, and the half-sized piglet in the backyard all need to be taken care of. I don’t know how many people in the village are jealous of those poultry and livestock. They might be stolen while you are not at home. If you steal them, they will be gone.

Searched everywhere.

In Changping Village, in a brand new small house at the entrance of the village, Mrs. Zhou finally met Yu Xingkui.

At this time, Yu Xingkui was lying on the bed, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Old Yangtou sat aside, sighing one after another.
Chapter completed!