After Zhao Yanli returned home, the first thing she did was to find her eldest sister.
After Zhao Yanping heard what was going on at home, she let out a long sigh, "We are married girls, so we'd better leave it alone."
"You don't know how much older Mom looks compared to last year."
"It's their choice."
The two sisters talked for a while, and then Zhao Yanli went home.
The next day, when she was at work, she wrote a letter to Su Yuanyuan about the situation at home. This time she wrote five large pieces of paper.
Because I talked to Su Yuanyuan, I feel a little relieved, and I have stepped up the education of my two children. But I can't be like the eldest brother, who is a good person outside and the boss of the family. I can't be like the second brother, who has evil thoughts.
The twelfth lunar month is the busiest time for their family. The Zhou family all make tofu at home, making five plates every day. Zhao Yanli is so busy every day that she has no time to complain about this matter.
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang's mother died, and the whole Zhou family passed away.
Zhang's mother just held her eldest grandson's hand, but this boy, now twenty-four years old, still refused to get married. He was beaten and scolded, but he still refused to get married.
The old man still thinks about this matter to this day.
Zhang Xinhua, a young man, also shed tears.
It's not that he doesn't want to get married, but now is not the time.
Seeing his grandma holding his hand anxiously, he felt uncomfortable. But he couldn't say this to his grandma yet.
Mother Zhang's tears flowed down her cheeks. Zhang Xinhua really had no choice but to lie in her grandmother's ear and tell her that she was waiting for the girl she liked to grow up.
The old lady burst into tears after hearing this. Her grandson was just being sentimental. The age difference between them was too big. Moreover, their relationship was not good either.
I wanted to tell my grandson, but I couldn't open my mouth. In the end, I regretfully took my last breath, and my eyes didn't close until the end.
Zhang Xinhua was crying loudly. His grandmother had accompanied him here for more than 20 years. Now that the old man passed away, he didn't even close his eyes before leaving because he was worried.
Zhang Fusheng was waiting aside, feeling sad when he saw the old man passing away.
His mother was really worried about him.
The Zhang family burst into tears, and Zhou Yongbing and his son helped Zhang.
They are all old neighbors. A lot of people came to express their condolences. The old lady was very popular when she was alive, and many people were very sad.
Although he can't make any grand arrangements, the old man wants to return to his hometown and be buried with the old man.
In the past, white things would have been parked for three days.
Zhang Fusheng parked the car for two days before finding a car and following him back to his hometown.
There are still dilapidated houses here in my hometown, but they can no longer be inhabited, but there is still no problem in parking for the elderly.
It stayed here again for three days, and then it was as old as the old man.
It's not as strict here as in the city, so Zhang Fusheng still found a trumpeter to play the trumpet for a day.
The whole family came back feeling tired and a bit cold. There was nothing we could do, it was too cold.
When she got home, Zhao Yanping immediately asked the children to take medicine and boiled a large pot of ginger syrup.
No one had any appetite, so they all lay down to sleep after drinking.
Zhao Yanli lit the fire at home, so it wasn't cold at all.
Zhang Fusheng has lost a lot of weight these days, and Zhao Yanping feels sorry for him.
"What do you think it would be like if Mom had passed the New Year?"
Zhao Yanping didn't know how to comfort her husband, so she just patted his back.
"Xiaoping, the one who was most worried about Mom when she left was Xinhua."
"Yes, my mother was always angry with Xinhua at that time. What do you think of this child? If there is a girl you like, just tell your family, right?"
"Maybe it's because you can't speak?"
"Is there any way I can't speak? This girl doesn't like him?"
"Let's talk about it later." He heard what his son said to his mother, and he was in a bad mood now. He must talk to Xinhua later. He really doesn't like her.
But seeing this child's persistence, he didn't know what to do.
My son studied well and after graduating from high school, he asked for help to find a job in a power plant. He has been doing well in the past few years and is already sitting in an office.
There were many people who introduced him to people with such conditions, but he had never seen them before.
I have asked him many times, but he just won't tell me. This time I know, but he really can't tell me.
Zhao Yanping felt much better the next day, so she still made ginger syrup when cooking in the morning.
Minghua, who is about to be six years old, is alive and kicking, but Haiyan is wilting.
Haiyan, who is already thirteen years old, is very beautiful, much more beautiful than her mother and her aunt.
"You drink the ginger syrup, eat, and take medicine before going to bed."
"Mom, my whole body hurts when I lie down."
"That's not lying down, that's because she has a fever." Zhao Yanping touched her daughter's head.
"It's not too hot yet, hurry up, I'll light up the fire more."
Zhang Xinhua lowered his head to eat, but still secretly glanced at Haiyan several times. Seeing that the little girl was really listless, he wanted to buy her something delicious at noon.
It's holiday now, and brothers Zhang Jianhua and Minghua ran away. Zhao Yanping asked them several times not to go to other people's homes.
The Zhang family is now in a state of devotion, but they cannot go to other people's homes.
Zhang Fusheng was cleaning up the old lady's house, so his two sons should go to sleep with him.
Haiyan lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.
The couple cleaned up the house really quickly.
"Fusheng, damn, these clothes are all turned into paper."
"Keep this for thought."
"okay, I get it."
There was still some meat left at home, so Zhao Yanping made vegetable pancakes with some meat in them for lunch, which were quite delicious.
Zhang Xinhua also came back and entered Haiyan's room.
"You should eat the pig's trotters I bought for you quickly, otherwise the two little ones will come back soon and quit. I want to buy two more, but they won't sell them."
"Brother, it's better for you."
Zhang Xinghua smiled, "You hurry up and eat. I'll go out and watch so that the two little ones don't come in."
Zhang Fusheng watched his son enter Haiyan's room and frowned, thinking that he must have talked with him in the past few days.
For lunch, the two and a half boys ate three vegetable pancakes each. It was really delicious. There is no other way. Now is the time for naughty at this age. Even if you want them to be honest, they can't stay.
As you grow taller, of course you eat more.
Haiyan also ate one, and Zhao Yanping handed another half to her daughter. "Eat more to get better faster."
"Mom, I'm full, you eat."
"Sister, you don't know how to eat anything delicious, do you? Why do you smell meat?" Mingran asked.
"That's because you want to eat meat." Zhang Xinhua said quickly, "Little brother."
"Really? Second brother, don't you smell meat?"
Haiyan just kept her head down, she wouldn't lie, so she simply didn't say anything.
