"Besides, when Tingting was in the hospital, she said she didn't want to save him. But she said it herself. She might as well save the medical expenses to supplement Yaozu's nutrition.
They are all women. If other people's lives are not valuable, does her life have value?
If other people’s medical bills can be saved, why can’t hers be saved so that Yaozu can go to junior high school?”
Zhang Fen's words came over her, leaving Feng Dabao speechless.
When Mrs. Feng in the room heard this, tears fell down her old face with crisscrossed grooves.
She was heartbroken when she heard that her son had no response.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s not cured. In days like this, life is worse than death.
Mrs. Feng collapsed completely after just one illness.
After Feng Dabao was scolded by Zhang Fen, he did not dare to say anything about going to the hospital. He could only try to bring her as much food as possible every day and let Yaozong come and see her more often.
But Mrs. Feng couldn't eat anymore. She only had one bowl of porridge every day, and she still had more than half a bowl left.
My favorite grandson in the past is now feeling miserable when I see him.
The bones in his body were becoming increasingly visibly worn out by the naked eye.
But suddenly one day, her appetite improved and she ate a whole bowl of steamed eggs and less than half a bowl of rice.
She looked at her grandson next to her and suddenly shouted.
"Tingting..."
Feng Yaozu, who was playing marbles, turned around when he heard this.
"Tingting? Who is Tingting?"
"Grandma, I am Yaozu."
But Mrs. Feng smiled and said, "Tingting, are you waiting for grandma here?"
"Can you go get a bowl of iced mung bean soup for grandma? Grandma wants to eat your iced mung bean soup."
Feng Yaozu looked at Granny Feng strangely.
Grandma looks like this... quite scary.
"Dad, Mom..."
Feng Yaozu turned around and ran towards the house: Come out and take a look, grandma is confused."
Hearing the noise, Feng Dabao and Zhang Fen who were in the room quickly ran out.
I saw Mrs. Feng lying on the straw mat in the thatched hut, her eyes were blurred, and she kept shouting: "Tingting, Tingting..."
"Tingting, it's grandma's fault."
"Tingting, please forgive grandma..."
Mrs. Feng was already thin, and after being ill for the past few days, she was completely out of shape. Her face was pale, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked very scary.
Zhang Fen didn't dare to step forward. Only Feng Dabao went up and shouted: "Mom, Mom..."
"Well……"
Mrs. Feng suddenly let out a breath, turned her head, and firmly took Feng Dabao's hand.
She was very strong, as if she was trying to use up all the remaining strength in her body.
Feng Dabao didn't feel any pain. He just had red eyes and shouted with a trembling voice: "Mom..."
Then the next second, the hand that was holding him loosened its strength and fell heavily.
Mrs. Feng turned her head and closed her eyes.
"mom……"
Feng Dabao roared and cried completely.
Mrs. Feng is dead...
She has rarely done anything good in her life, and is disliked by almost everyone in the village.
Now that she is gone, all the past events have been forgotten. Although people in the village did not come to the Feng family for funerals, they still couldn't help but sigh a few times when they mentioned her.
In fact, it doesn't seem possible to go to a funeral.
Zhang Fen had never thought of organizing a funeral for her at all, and she was reluctant to part with the money.
The three daughters came back, pooled some money, and bought her a thin coffin.
After all, my daughter was a married woman, and she had been raised timid and cowardly by Mrs. Feng since she was a child. She did not dare to ask her husband's family for too much money. She only had a small private house, and she didn't even have money to pay for her funeral, so she was hurriedly taken to the mountain and buried.
In fact, the three daughters were naturally angry at Zhang Fen's actions.
But what can they do?
When they were young, Mrs. Feng was extremely harsh on her three daughters. She asked them to do housework and work, and told them that this was what they should do. Her daughters were useless and she would have to rely on her sons to support her in the future.
After being brainwashed over and over again, the three daughters really submitted to the situation. Later, when they got married, each of them received a large amount of betrothal gifts, resulting in them having no say in their husband's family.
They had been like this all their lives, and now facing their vicious sister-in-law, they dared not speak out even if they dared to be angry. They could only bury their mother, give the remaining money to their younger brother, and then hurried back to their in-laws' house.
Feng Dabao looked at the coins in his hand and felt strange.
His mother taught him since he was a child. When she gets older, she will rely on him as her son.
But in the end, it was the sisters who supported my mother until she died. Forget it, the sisters even gave him the last money they had.
For the first time in his life, he felt useless.
He came home listlessly and saw Zhang Fen sitting at the table chatting away.
"Feng Dabao, why did your mother always call Tingting's name before she died?"
Hearing the sound of her husband entering the door, Zhang Fen turned around and asked him.
"How do I know?"
How could Feng Dabao have the time to think about this?
He went straight into the house and lay down on the bed.
However, Zhang Fen kept following her, leaning against the door, frowning and muttering: "You said that old woman, I didn't like that girl before, and I haven't heard her mention it for so many years. Why is she dying now?
call?"
Feng Dabao felt irritated when he heard Zhang Fen calling his mother "old woman" again.
"Why do you care so much?"
"I think there's something fishy about this!" Zhang Fen said.
"She didn't even call out to so many people, so why did she just call that girl's name?"
"Hey, do you still remember?" Zhang Fen said, then went up and sat next to Feng Dabao.
"When your leg was injured, people in the village said that there was something evil going on in our family, and they all said it was related to that girl.
I didn't think anything about it at the time, but look at it now, since that girl died, our family has become more and more unlucky. The old woman still calls that girl until she dies. Do you think there is any connection between them?"
"Oh, what's the connection? I'm going to bed, don't bother me."
Feng Dabao was really in no mood and turned his back to the wall to sleep.
If he had dared to speak like this before, Zhang Fen would have exploded, but now Zhang Fen is pretending to be worried and is not even in the mood to quarrel with him.
She was always uneasy, always feeling...
I always feel that the retribution I deserve has not yet come...
Of course, the Lu family didn't know anything about what happened in Daping Village.
An An, her parents, grandparents, and others walked all the way for a total of three days before finally arriving in the capital.
After all, the houses in the city are different from those in the village. They are all buildings. An An and his family bought commercial houses, and the environment is better than the old houses, courtyard houses and so on.
As soon as she arrived at the gate of the community, An An saw familiar people.
"Sister Yaya..."
An An shouted excitedly.
Sister Yaya has grown much taller than before. She wore a white dress, put her hands in her pockets, and called her with a smile: "An'an..."
Yaya is only a year older than An An, but she has grown taller, is thin, quiet and mature, and suddenly looks many years older than An An.
After not seeing each other for many years, An An was as happy as a husky, while Yaya was calm and self-possessed, talking to An An calmly.
On the other side, Ning Zhe was also standing there, looking at An An in a daze.
Therefore, retribution is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.