"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 yard 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 ill. 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 courtyard 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 doing laundry, she thought about her son's illness.

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.

After Mrs. Zhou arrived, she was so frightened when she saw Yu Xingkui's condition that she lay down on the bed and cried at the top of her lungs.

"My illness is not fatal, so don't cry."

Yu Xingkui raised his hand and said to Zhou that he was "weak".

Hearing that her man could not die, Ms. Zhou raised her teary eyes and said, "What's wrong with you? My mother and I were both frightened..."

Yu Xingkui grinned. It was the first time he told such a lie to his wife, and he felt really guilty.

Not daring to look into Mrs. Zhou's eyes or raising his hand to touch Mrs. Zhou's head, Yu Xingkui avoided the serious issue and just said that he had a stomachache.

"Having a stomachache?" Zhou was suspicious and glanced at Yu Xingkui's abdomen.

"Why do you have a stomachache? Don't you always boast that you have the best gastrointestinal tract? We have never seen you have a stomachache in all the years we have been married!"

Yu Xingkui smiled bitterly.

My wife is right. As for my belly, it is beef belly. It is very rough. No matter what you eat, it will not cause any harm.

No matter whether you drink cold water or eat overnight meals, you will never have a stomachache.

This time... Old Uncle Yang had to ask him to make a fuss, so he had no choice but to make a fuss.

"Niece-in-law, don't worry too much. The doctor came here before and prescribed medicine. Xingkui is not very old. He is in the prime of life. If you take the medicine and rest for a few days, you will be fine."

Behind him, Lao Yangtou saw Yu Xingkui's head drooped all the time. He was afraid that he would show his timidity and expose his secrets, so he quickly picked up the conversation.

Zhou's heart felt a little calmer, and she turned around and bowed to Lao Yang to thank her.

"Thank you, Old Uncle Yang, for asking the doctor to give him medicine. I brought the money for the medicine. I will pay you the amount later..."

Old Yang lowered his face and said, "Niece-in-law, what you said is just out of sight. Don't you understand the relationship between our two families?"

"I regard your uncle as my brother, and your mother-in-law as my sister. Xingkui, that is my biological nephew!"

"Ah?" Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment and looked at Old Yang's head blankly.

These words... are so heart-warming!

If her mother-in-law hadn't repeatedly warned her to keep a distance from this old man, Ms. Zhou would really have wanted to persuade Yu Xingkui to accept this kinship!

"Niece-in-law, I feel relieved now that you are here. Xingkui has diarrhea and is dehydrated. He has no strength and feels dizzy when he gets out of bed. And I am a useless old man. I have to ask you and your mother-in-law to come over and help me these days.

, take care of us both!"

Old Yangtou looked at Mr. Zhou amiably, and discussed in a friendly manner, even with some hint of request in it.

Zhou was a little embarrassed and turned to look at Yu Xingkuna, trying to get his advice.

Yu Xingkui gritted his teeth, raised his head and said to Mrs. Zhou: "Of course what I want most is that you can stay, but our family now has chickens, ducks and pigs, which is fine during the day. I'm worried about that rampant monster at night.

Thief, my mother is getting old and her eyes and ears are not very sharp. I am afraid she might not even know something was stolen. How about you go back and let me help you for two days instead?"

Mrs. Zhou wiped her eyes and nodded.

She naturally cares about the poultry and livestock, but what she cares more about is her son.

The ten-year-old boy is at the time when he is being naughty and mischievous. My mother-in-law is getting older and her legs and feet are also weak. She cannot catch up or cure him, so she has to watch at home to feel relieved.

"Okay, then I'll cook you some lunch. When the sun turns west in the afternoon, I'll go back and bring my mother over."

Zhou said, turning her eyes and seeing the dirty clothes hanging next to the washstand, "Well, I'll go wash the clothes first."

Mr. Zhou went out, and Yu Xingkui felt extremely guilty, but now that all the lies had been spread, what could he do?
Chapter completed!