The old woman cooked the rice left by Song Huan that night, and the family had a real meal of white rice porridge.

The family ate together at the same table after a long absence.

No sound was made during the whole process, and the rule of not saying anything after eating was implemented.

I ate rice porridge for three meals in a row.

Until the next night, the old man called his wife and son to the bedside and said calmly, "I have already written the memorial text."

"Looking back on this life, although it has been rough, it has been poor and noble. I have no regrets in my heart."

The old man looked at his wife and son. He remembered that the younger son was only twenty years old, right?

If I look closely today, I look like I am thirty years old.

The old wife seemed to be a little more stooped.

Of the three people in the room, the one who looked most human was actually himself.

"puff……"

He would only appear when the farming was busy, and he would disappear after the farming was busy. He would indulge himself and talk about the past and the present with his friends, drinking and talking happily.

She thought all the hardships would be rewarded.

She thought she would start over, but unfortunately, she was wrong.

The old woman sat alone in front of the grave for a long time.

Dead!

If I could have those two hundred taels, buy a house, land, and marry a wife, my life would be more than enough.

She married him when she was sixteen, and he was famous at that time. She was glad that the two families had an agreement.

At that time, she naively thought that everything was only temporary.

She fell into a thin and warm embrace. Her eyes that were clouded by presbyopia could not clearly see her son's face, but she could imagine her son sobbing.

She suddenly thought that asking for mercy from the Lord of Hell would inevitably require money for activities, right?

Gritting her teeth and wiping away tears, she stole the paper at night, folded it into ingots, and burned them.

Can a starving ghost be reincarnated as a human being...

Son...

What a poor man who "doesn't care about wealth, nor worries about poverty"!

The son has grown up, but no one is willing to marry his daughter in, and he cannot afford the bride price.

That's her pet peeve!

She didn't expect it would end like this.

But he never said a word to himself that his son was dead!

Hahahahaha!

Later, his sons died.

She thought, this is the most outrageous thing she has done in her life, right?

She picked up the spatula, picked up the hoe, and began to learn to identify wild vegetables...

The old man's ambition is still unrelenting, and he is not willing to make compensation in the next life.

Dip a little water from grapefruit leaves and sprinkle it on the old man's face, so that he can purify himself and rest in peace.

Now that he is dead, the breath she held has also disappeared.

What a noble and upright person!

What a simple person who lives a simple life and does not seek financial gain!

The pastoral life was indeed comfortable and carefree, but after the money in the money box became less and less, these days changed.

"Your father, your father, those books he left for you, you can keep them or sell them..."

The next morning, the man died.

Unexpectedly, the hopes in the middle turned into disappointments and even despair.

In her boudoir, she was full of fantasies and hopes for the future.

She huddled in the corner and cried silently, her hair turning gray all night long.

Can you please ask the Lord of Hell for mercy?

After constantly looking forward to it, he finally got it. He didn't expect that his first official position would be in the capital. His talent was not in vain.

The old woman coughed up the blood stuck in her throat.

When the imperial court sent someone to invite her husband to join the court as an official, she was so happy that she cried.

But ten years after marrying into the Yan family, all the beautiful things she imagined have not happened.

Son, my son...

However, she never expected that he would deposit all of it in the wine shop.

He closed his eyes, opened them again and looked at his son and said, "You must study hard. The study room is full of your father's and my treasures and the hard work of this life. You must remember, how can my son Yan Zhao be illiterate?"

Character?"

A fire burned down the house, her eldest son was gone, everything was gone, and she cried uncontrollably.

As long as people are alive, they must continue to work hard to survive.

My son is hungry and has no money to eat porridge.

The old woman did not go looking for wild vegetables early as usual, but silently washed the old man's body.

She comforted herself that it was okay, everything would be fine once her husband became an official.

She was thinking about her life.

Hahahahahaha...

But she was unwilling to die in front of him. She was worried about her poor son. She was the only one left...

I felt that the breath of the person in my arms was gone.

She finally understood the alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol. It turned out that in his eyes, his wife and children were not as important as his bottle of wine and his book.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the tombstone where the ink was still wet.

The old man looked at his only son again, who was taciturn.

She will never forget how suffocating those few months living on the boat were and how she completely lost all her reserve.

My son is dead...

There is no self in his eyes, only the court and books.

He shouted angrily and beat the envoy away.

What to do, what to do...

She and her young son kept traveling through the fields.

But she couldn't wallow in sadness. There were five children around her who needed her to take care of.

What a stickler for poverty and unwavering determination!

It turned out that the old woman was worried too much and became ill from overwork, and her body was already in dilapidated state.

My son is sick and I have no money for medical treatment.

There were tears in her eyes and she cried silently.

Behind her, she heard her son's anxious cry, "Mom!"

He kept mumbling, "I am poor, but my mother will not let you die and still be poor on the road."

Who is she married to?

Marrying a monster is nothing more than that, right?

But what can she do as a woman and a child?

The joy was completely washed away, and everything returned to calm.

She didn't expect that she could know so many wild vegetables and even make some medicinal uses from them.

"You and I have never lived a good life even if we were married. If there is an afterlife, I hope you find a good man who can treat you well."

What a truly "outstanding and independent" hermit!

Her husband-in-law was not the husband-in-law she knew at all.

In his memory, he loved eating it very much when he was a child, but now his skinny appearance actually made him feel a trace of regret.

Mother and son listened in silence to the last words of the head of the family.
To be continued...