"Sister, what is the second situation? Please tell me faster!" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but press the question again.

Da Sun said: "I'm not sure. If we go by what the older generation said, my mother might have fallen into the realm of hungry ghosts. But whether she fell into the human realm or the animal realm, there should be someone there.

Footprints?"

"What? A hungry ghost? How is that possible? Sister, please stop talking nonsense!" Mrs. Sun covered her mouth, with tears in her eyes, twitching with distress.

My mother left because she was ill. She had a strange disease, a painful disease that made her unable to eat.

In the end, she was starved to the skin and bones before leaving. If my mother became a hungry ghost...

"Sister, you can go about your business. I'll have a few words with Qing'er."

Yang Huazhong was very worried when he saw Sun's look like this. He sent the eldest Sun away a little anxiously, and then he quickly pulled Sun to the side for a few steps.

"Sister, I don't know anything. Don't listen to her nonsense."

"That's our biological mother. How could eldest sister be so stupid? Maybe my mother really fell into the realm of hungry ghosts..."

Yang Huazhong shook his head, "You, your ears are just too soft. What does eldest sister know?"

"Don't be disturbed by what my eldest sister said. My mother-in-law is such a good person and has always been kind to others. How could she fall into the realm of hungry ghosts? Don't believe it!"

"His father, tell me, what did my mother do when she was reincarnated?" Mrs. Sun raised her tearful eyes and asked with hope.

This question stupefied Yang Huazhong.

"I don't know either, but I'm definitely not a hungry ghost. I can guarantee that."

Obviously, Yang Huazhong's answer could not relieve Sun.

Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth and said, "How about this? Taoist Yuan understands this. If I have time some other time, I will accompany you to the Taoist temple and let him help with the calculations?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Sun nodded with tears in her eyes.

Yang Huazhong raised his rough, calloused hands and gently wiped away the tears on Sun's face.

"Then put this matter aside for now. It's still the first lunar month and the children are at home. Your appearance will scare them."

These words had an effect on Mrs. Sun, and she quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped away the last tears from her face.

He pushed Yang Huazhong again: "It's getting late. You should go to Lao Wang's house and send a message. It's time for me to go home and have lunch."

"Okay, then I'll go and come back. Promise me not to cry again, let alone to think blindly!"

Mrs. Sun forced out a smile and waved to him: "Go quickly!"

Lao Wang's family.

Yang Huamei was already cooking in the kitchen, and Xiao Hei sat at the mouth of the stove to help her stuff firewood.

Seeing Yang Huazhong come in, Xiao Hei raised his head and grinned at him, called "Uncle San", and then looked straight at Yang Huazhong's hands.

He was sixteen years old, but his mind was still that of a child. When he saw that his third uncle had no food in his hand, his interest waned. He lowered his head and continued to play by himself by picking up the ashes from the bottom of the stove.

"Xiao Hei, you won't make tea for your third uncle when he comes?"

Yang Hua cut half of the plum blossom sprouts and had a hand full of leaves, so he had no choice but to tell Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei reluctantly raised his head, as if he could not stand up, and asked: "Third uncle, do you want some tea?"

Yang Huamei lowered her face and said, "Why are you so ignorant? Just go and go. Why are you asking?"

Xiao Hei then dropped the fire stick in his hand and stood up straight. When he passed by Yang Huazhong, he was pulled by him.

"Third uncle came here to drink tea, please don't make it."

"I can't do it without soaking. My mother will scold me."

"If I don't drink, your mother won't scold you."

Xiao Hei looked at Yang Huamei again, and Yang Huamei sighed helplessly: "Then don't do it."

"Mom, my stomach hurts and I want to poop."

"Didn't you go there once before?"

"I didn't clean it..."

"The lazy ass is grinding and peeing a lot, so go and come back quickly!"

Xiao Hei clutched his stomach and ran away. Yang Huazhong sat down at the mouth of the stove, picked up Xiao Hei's fire stick and stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove.

"Brother, you don't need to stuff me up, I did it by myself."

Yang Huamei came over to take the fire stick from Yang Huazhong, but Yang Huazhong avoided her.

"It's okay, I just happened to be able to dry my hands. It's quite cold in this spring."

Since the third brother said this, Yang Huamei just followed him.

"Third brother, what's the matter with you coming over now?" Yang Huamei retreated behind the pot and continued to chop vegetables.

"Well, this is the first time Shuan Zi returns to his soul tonight. Mom sent me over to tell you a few words."

Hearing the words Shuanzi and Touqi, Yang Huamei's chopping movements slowed down significantly.

She lowered her head and asked softly: "What did mother tell you?"

Yang Huazhong then told Yang Huamei completely what Tan and Yang Ruoqing had said before.

Finally, the one who spreads incense ashes is also mentioned.

"The last one is up to you. You don't have to let it go."

Yang Huamei's tears fell onto the vegetables on the cutting board.

She quickly turned away and lifted up her apron to wipe her tears.

Yang Huazhong saw it and could only sigh at the fire in the stove.

"There is no resurrection after death, Meier, you have to be more open-minded and live a good life for the sake of the children."

He stood up, came over and touched Yang Huamei's head, took out five taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand.

"Third brother, what are you doing? I don't want the money, please take it back quickly."

Yang Huamei saw the silver and hurriedly waved her hand to refuse.

Yang Huazhong insisted on putting the money into her hand, "I won't hide it from you now. This money was originally yours. In addition to these five taels, there are still twenty taels. I will help you deposit it in the bank."

"Ah? What's going on? I remember neither Shuanzi nor I gave you any money?" Yang Huamei was confused.

Yang Huazhong looked outside the kitchen and made sure that Dabai, Xiaoheihongmei and Wang Hongquan were not over to eavesdrop, so he closed the kitchen door.

"Meier, this money was actually earned by Shuanzi."

"What? How is it possible? Impossible, I know exactly how many cases he has per month..."

"He really earned it." Yang Huazhong looked serious, and went on to say according to the argument he had discussed with Tan and Yang Ruoqing before: "These twenty-five taels of silver are actually the extra benefits of the school in the past two years, Shuanzi

It’s all stored in Qing’er’s place.”

"Impossible. If he really saved it, why didn't he mention a word when we were doing the accounting?"

"And there were several times when we were worried about money together. If he really had that money, he wouldn't have said anything about it."

"Third brother, I know you must have collected this money for me, but I really don't want it. You can take it back..."

Yang Huazhong knew that Yang Huamei would definitely refuse, so he persuaded her again according to the script and lines.

"When Shuanzi put this money with us, he said that this money would be reserved for you two in the future, because he was afraid that the children would not be filial... This money should not be taken unless it is absolutely necessary.

come out."
Chapter completed!