This west room is the house where Yang Huamei lived when she married into Lao Wang's family.

In this room, she completed her entire mental journey with Wang Shuanzi, from despising him at the beginning to being moved by his understanding and tolerance in the end.

It was also in this room that she gave birth to Dabai and Xiaohei, and tasted the sweetness of motherhood.

In this room, the couple and their children were enjoying themselves happily and it was quite lively.

Especially when the two children are naughty at the age of three or four, they love jumping on the bed and yelling.

At that time, she and Wang Shuanzi had to speak loudly in order for each other to hear each other. Perhaps to outsiders, the environment was too noisy, but for Yang Huamei, especially when she thought about it after many years, she realized that the child was still young.

The years when Cheng Huan was at her knees, the old man was not confused, and her husband had not passed away were the most beautiful and happiest times in her life.

It’s just that I was in the midst of blessings and didn’t know how blessed I was.

Now I am not too old, only thirty-five years old (three years older than Yang Ruoqing), but I have become a mother-in-law, a grandmother, my husband has died, and I have become a veritable elder in the eyes of others...

An inexplicable feeling of loss and loneliness is getting stronger and stronger.

In the past, her grandson Zhuang Zhuang was with her, which was her hope. However, in recent days, it was discovered that the child Zhuang Zhuang was born deaf. Deafness means that the child will also be mute in the future...

Yang Huamei felt that she was aging instantly, and the life ahead had turned into a pool of black water, with no light or bottom visible...

"boom……"

The sound of falling suddenly startled Yang Huamei. She came to her senses and found that it was Zhuang Zhuang who had fallen.

"My son, my treasure!"

Yang Huamei was shocked, quickly collected her thoughts, ran over, and picked up Zhuang Zhuang.

The child's forehead was bumped on the ground, but the child did not cry. After being picked up, he still grinned at Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei touched the red envelope distressedly, couldn't help but spit on the red envelope, and then gently rubbed it open.

She has heard Mr. Tan say since she was a child that human saliva is invulnerable to poison and can fight poison with poison.

He smeared the wound with saliva, and the eldest grandson must be fine now.

After doing this, Yang Huamei unpacked the luggage she had brought back, picked up two of the ingredients she had brought back, and planned to go to the kitchen to see how the boy was doing, and then make a fire for her and her eldest grandson to cook for lunch.

, and boil a pot of hot water for Da Sun to take a big, comfortable bath.

In the kitchen.

The boy had just carried three loads of water in one go, and his legs were shaking from exhaustion. His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his chest and back.

The sweat on his forehead was as big as a soybean grain, his skin was so hot that it lost all color, and his hair stuck to his cheeks.

It happened that Yang Huamei came over again at this time to ask questions.

"Come on, come on, wash the pot, I want to make a fire to cook!"

After Yang Huamei finished his instructions and turned around to leave, the boy spat twice into the large water tank filled with clean water.

Then he grabbed a ladle and stirred it in the water tank. After cleaning the pot casually, the waiter was still upset and peed into the big water tank, and then went to talk to Yang Huamei.

"Okay, okay, then you can go back to town. I won't leave you any food. It's better to go back to town and shop for food."

Just like that, there was not a sip of tea, not even half a penny of reward, not even a word of thanks.

The young boy who had been squeezed out of his labor force was sent away by Yang Huamei.

…

Mrs. Tan spent this month with her fourth brother, and ate three meals a day with her fourth brother.

Mrs. Liu didn't have the kindness, let alone the awareness to consider Mrs. Tan's feelings, so she prepared a meal for Yang Huamei.

On the contrary, because she learned that Yang Huamei was back and was afraid that Mrs. Tan would bring food to Yang Huamei, Ms. Liu deliberately sat in the third room for a long time, dilly-dallying for a long time, and ate mung bean cake until she was exhausted before she slowly returned to her old house.

At this time, most of the people in the village had burned their lunches. Mrs. Liu returned to the courtyard and went directly to the east room.

It was discovered that Tan was not in the east room.

She went to the front yard to find Zhao Liuer again.

The food at Zhao Liuer's house has been cooked, and she is having a meal with her little girl.

Don't ask where Hong'er went. Hong'er and Tiedan have already started school. They spend the day studying in the school halfway up the hill behind the village, leaving early and returning late.

Some people may ask, in such a hot summer day, don’t schools have summer vacation?

Haha, don’t let go.

For scholars in this era, that is true reading.

To study, you have to endure hardships. During summer, there are three hot days and during winter, there are three cold days.

All year round, rain or shine, only by enduring hardship can one become a master.

Of course, the school will also have some holidays.

For example, in a few days, the school will have a two- or three-day holiday, allowing students to go home and help their families harvest rice.

And the husband himself has to go home to help with farm work.

Of course, this is the situation in a rural school. In university schools in towns, the rules are naturally different.

In short, what I have said so much is to tell you that Honger and Tiedan are no longer the little brats they used to be who ran around the village wearing crotchless pants, catching shrimps in rivers and climbing up trees to dig out bird's nests.

Now the two children are in their teens, and they are handsome young men carrying schoolbags to school.

If the old Yang family wants the family to prosper and continue to be blessed, it is not just about relying on the three families, but every family must work hard, and every generation of descendants must also encourage themselves.

"Liu'er, have you seen your milk?" Mrs. Liu asked standing at the door.

Zhao Liuer raised her head and said: "Fourth Aunt, I was just about to tell you that you can use less rice when cooking at noon. My milk has already been eaten here."

"What? Has the old lady eaten? What has she eaten?" Ms. Liu asked in surprise.

His eyes glanced at the small table in front of the two women.

A bowl of stewed egg custard, a bowl of pickles, and a bowl of fried eggplant with green beans.

This niece-in-law is frugal and knows how to live a good life. During the day, Yongzhi is working in the Taoist temple, Hong'er is studying in school, and mother and daughter are at home, eating very simply.

When asked what the old lady had eaten, Zhao Liuer was a little embarrassed.

"Whatever we eat is given to the old lady. The old lady came suddenly and said she was hungry, so she asked me to give her a bowl of rice and some vegetables, and then left..."

Ms. Liu captured one of the information points and asked Zhao Liuer: "Packed up the food and turned around and left? In other words, she didn't finish the food under your nose? She carried it with her

gone?"

Zhao Liuer nodded, "Yes. What's wrong, Fourth Aunt? Is there any problem with this?"

A weird smile appeared on Ms. Liu's face.

"Haha, no wonder I just went to the east room to look for her and saw no one. It's true, I'm such a smart guy!"
Chapter completed!