Later, when the daughter got married, she neglected her relationships and her son also went to work far away. Qiu's mother loved her son very much. She had to wait until her son came home before killing her chickens and ducks. She couldn't bear to eat the eggs when they smelled.

If the vegetable melon, peaches and oranges in the vegetable garden are rotten, they have to wait for their son to come back. I have never bought a few clothes for myself. Maybe the best time I eat it all year round is the New Year's Eve.

Qiu Ma's son was in his thirties and had nothing to do before he got married. He just complained about his mother who had raised him, and felt that his mother was incompetent and had lived a hard life since childhood.

After getting married, I didn’t do anything far away and had to go back to the village to farm. I did odd jobs when I didn’t farm. Sometimes I was not clean and I liked to steal some money, but it was not a big deal. The villagers complained behind my back.

Later, I built a new house myself, and the house was pretty good, but after the house was built, my son did not let the hard-working mother live in a good house, but let Qiu's mother live alone in the original dilapidated house.

My son’s wife is not a good man. People often pass by and hear Qiu’s mother scolded by her daughter-in-law, why didn’t she die or die? The son sat by the mud and didn’t even bother to worry.

At the beginning, the elderly in the village would criticize this dissatisfied daughter-in-law for treating her mother-in-law like this, but Qiu Ma's daughter-in-law just couldn't change her nature of eating shit. After a long time, everyone didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Qiu's mother is famous for being popular in several villages around people. No matter where she goes, she is willing to invite her to sit in her house, drink tea and chat. Sometimes she just keeps her for dinner because everyone knows that her daughter-in-law doesn't care about her anything and doesn't give her food after cooking. Fortunately, Qiu's mother is healthy and self-sufficient.

This spring, it was windy and rainy, and Qiuma's house collapsed and it was not decent, so it collapsed after a few nights of storm. Fortunately, Qiuma did not live in it at that time.

The house collapsed, and my son didn't care. He gave her some wood and bricks and built a thatched hut, which was worse than a pig pen. The people and neighbors in the village had done ideological work with Qiu Ma's son and daughter-in-law. Everyone said: "You have to give the old man a room. It's not thatched hut in your house. It's better to clean up any room than your mother's current thatched hut."

"Your mother in the house has worked hard to raise you to the point of being old. You just do such a thing, aren't you afraid of retribution?" But those who go to persuade will basically be driven out by Qiu's daughter-in-law with a broom.

However, Qiu En's mother had no complaints when facing this situation. Although she occasionally cried to some of her old friends in the same village and said more, she was not good at using her son and daughter-in-law when she was old, and she would be fine if her son and daughter-in-law were alive. Anyway, she would die. She could not make a lot of money while living, and she could not relieve her son and daughter-in-law.

Qiu's mother lived in the broken straw shed until mid-year. Later, the villagers couldn't stand it anymore. She was considering whether to raise funds to build a house or jointly go to the yamen to force her son and daughter-in-law to use money to build a house or treat Qiu's mother kindly, a man named Dongfang from the head of the village had moved back from the city. After hearing about Qiu's mother's affairs, he immediately expressed his willingness to live in the house for Qiu's mother, and took out the money on the spot to ask the people in the village to find someone to repair it.

In fact, the house is still very good, with a green roof and white wall, which is many times better than the thatched hut where Qiu Ma lives. Every household in the village has a slightly better condition and gives her some furniture and kitchen items.

Besides, Qiu Ma's son had no nickname before. His real name was Yunshi. After he married his wife, everyone in the village called him Yunshitou. Because of her mother's situation, everyone said that he was just a stone. His mother raised him with hard work, but in the end he treated his biological mother like this with his wife. It was not tolerated by nature.

The rural people are very distinctly grateful and resentful. When he and his wife stood in the chat crowd on the road, everyone stopped talking. Yunshi’s family was too busy with farming seasons. Even if the villagers were idle, they were unwilling to help. Even their children were unwilling to pay attention to them. In the words of the villagers, dragons gave birth to dragons, phoenixes gave birth to phoenixes, and stone cubs were hard to touch.

In autumn, a work team in the village came back from the town and brought a few mooncakes to Qiu's mother. Qiu's mother might have been hungry and ate voraciously, which stuck her throat. When someone went to talk to her about something, she found that she was lying on the ground and stopped moving, so she quickly called the doctor for first aid.

After the doctor arrived, he touched him a few times and said he would do his funeral. He was no longer saved. He had something stuck in his throat and everyone was dead!

After the work team found out, my intestines were regretful. This was a life-threatening thing! I took the pancake into Qiu's mother's door. Qiu's mother's daughter-in-law watched him enter. At first, I thought that your godmother had no choice but to take care of us. Now, good things turned into bad things. Her daughter-in-law is not a reasonable person, a shrew, and things are amazing!

Sure enough, the Yun family’s wife took a kitchen knife and passed the captain’s house of the work team. When faced with such an unreasonable person, the captain had to admit his bad luck.

After several mediations by the villagers, Yunshi and his wife said fiercely: "You killed my mother. It is logical that you were arrested and sentenced to the yamen. We also gave her food and gave her more than 100 kilograms of rice a year. It's also money. This is what you don't want to pay for your life, but you must be responsible for the funeral expenses."

When the people in the village heard this, they accused Yunshi and his wife of being wrong. The captain of the worker could not bear it anymore. He pointed at Yunshi's wife's nose and cursed: "You really have no human nature. All beasts understand more than you. I will leave this sentence today. On the day of the funeral, I will be your mother's son. I will wear mourning clothes. If you two are not as good as pigs and dogs, don't go out to attend the funeral."

During the funeral, the son, daughter-in-law, grandson and others had to kneel down and kowtow for a long time. Yunshi could not hinder the blame. When the Taoist priest did the same thing, he ran home with the words and eyes of everyone's contempt and accusation. Yunshi's wife was even more outrageous. She never appeared from beginning to end, and she was just a casual worker captain and the villagers.

Perhaps God was also infected. It was raining all the time. The Taoist Thunder King finished a simple ritual. When he was about to announce the start of the coffin, the sky suddenly stopped raining, and a rainbow hung in front of Qiuma's house. Just when everyone was surprised whether this phenomenon was because God was also celebrating Qiuma's funeral, a steamy white mist floated out of the well and crossed the crowd to cover Qiuma's coffin. A "wavy" sound came from the eaves. The burning money on the ground was inexplicably destroyed. The chickens and ducks not far away were panicked and "pulled" into the fields.

Just as everyone was stunned, Qiu Ma sat up from the coffin that had not yet been covered with a coffin, spitting out a large piece of softened cake from her mouth. With a "ah", she frightened the worker captain in front, several villagers and Taoist priests.

Qiu Ma just sat straight in the coffin, staring at everyone without turning his eyes, her miserable white face was not angry at all, and the black cotton shroud seemed extremely strange when worn on her. At this moment, the people gathered in Qiu Ma's mourning hall in the village shouted and scattered in fear.

After a while, Qiu's mother fell straight into the coffin again. The villagers and Taoist priests who were watching from afar were awake for a while before they recovered. A leading Taoist priest shook the soul-summoning banner and slowly approached. He walked to the coffin, looked at Qiu'en's mother, and turned around and shouted: "You all come here, the old man is not dead, and his chest is still arousing. Oh my god, he is alive, and he is still alive."

The brave villagers and the worker captain who heard the news also shook their legs and slowly surrounded them. Looking at Qiu's mother lying in the coffin, they found that Qiu's mother's body was moving slightly, her chest was falling, and her face became a little rosy.

At this time, the Taoist priest in the lead took the soul-summing banner and gently tapped Qiu's mother's body. Suddenly, Qiu's mother grabbed the soul-summing banner and sat up slowly with her eyes closed. The people watching the close distance were shocked again and ran away in all directions.

The worker captain knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and the Taoist priest was so scared that he took a few steps back.

Qiu Ma sat up, slowly opened her eyes, looked at the villagers and Taoist priests around and not far away in confusion, and then looked at the worker captain who was kowtowing and bowing continuously, and said, "Young Master, where am I? Who are you?"

After all, the Taoist priest, Thunder King, was well-informed. When he saw this, it didn't look like a zombie. He took the courage to help Qiu's mother climb out of the coffin, moved the bench and waited for him to sit down and asked her what was going on.

Qiu's mother said, "Am I dead?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "You are not dead. Are you not alive? I have been doing a ritual for more than 30 years. It's the first time I've encountered such a situation in your case!"

Seeing this, some brave old villagers brought a bowl of water, boiled three pieces of Ming money into gray water and brought it to Qiu's mother.

Qiu's mother looked at it and said, "This water is so dark and dirty, so it can't be drunk." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!