Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2947 Amao and Son (four more)
"Aunt, on this day of great joy, why do you keep saying these unlucky things?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help asking.

"I know you're not feeling well, and you're naturally in a bad mood, but you have to trust us and the doctor. You're just a simple cough, and there won't be any major problems. I won't allow you to say such bad things anymore. No?" Yang Ruoqing said a little annoyed.

Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er, I know the situation myself, I won't tell your uncle these things, I will tell you alone."

Yang Ruoqing was startled, and then sat down next to the bed.

"Auntie, you can say whatever you want, Qing'er is listening," she said.

Wang Cuilian said: "My cough may not be a normal cough, it may be tuberculosis."

"My ancestors all had this disease. When I was still in my mother's womb, my father died of this disease,"

"My mother took me and my brother to live. When my brother was 16 years old, he was about to get married. One winter, he went out to dig lotus roots with fellow villagers. He caught cold and coughed for a month before going."

"My mother couldn't bear the blow and soon died of illness. I became an orphan and wandered around."

"Later, I met Amao's father. He brought me back, gave me a home, and gave birth to Amao."

"Amao's father was short-lived, he left in a few years, leaving me and Amao behind."

"That spring, I thought the snow was over and the wolves should have returned to the mountains. I took Amao to work in the wasteland in the mountains."

"Amao was taken away by wolves..." At this point, Wang Cuilian lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Ruoqing also wiped away tears.

Yang Ruoqing had heard the story about Amao many times.

They were all heard from people in the village, and this was the first time I heard it from the person involved.

Although 20 years have passed, it sounds like Yang Ruoqing can still feel the pain of Wang Cuilian.

The child was snatched away by the wolf, and when the wolf found it, there was only one small shoe and two bones gnawed on.

Wang Cuilian almost went crazy!
"Qing'er, since I've been with your uncle, it's been seven or eight years since I dreamed of Daddy Amao and Amao again."

"During this period of time, I have often dreamed of them." Wang Cuilian continued.

"Then what did you dream about?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I dreamed that their father and son came to look for me. Amao said he missed his mother and wanted me to accompany him."

"The dead ghost man in front of me also said that he came to pick me up,"

"Qing'er, auntie, I might really have to leave. I dare not tell your uncle these words. I'm afraid he will be sad, and I'm also afraid that he will scold me and talk nonsense about my illness..."

"Auntie, you should still be sick, so your mind is a little muddled. It's normal to dream about their father and son, because they used to be your closest family members," Yang Ruoqing interrupted Wang Cuilian.

"It's all because of your poor health. When your health recovers and your spirit recovers, everything will be fine. Trust me." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Wang Cuilian shook her head slowly, with a weak smile on her face.

"My body knows it well, Qing'er, I told you these words tonight because I want to ask you something." Wang Cuilian said.

"What's the matter? Auntie, just tell me." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Your uncle is a good man, if I go, he will be the one I will be most reluctant to part with."

"In the past few years, I have lived with him as a partner. He has allowed me to do everything, followed me, and allowed me to enjoy the blessings for several years. I am grateful to him."

"After I do that, remember to tell your uncle and Tang Yazi that I will not enter the old Luo family's grave, nor will I enter Amao's father's place."

"Just find a random place on the back hill and bury me. I'm a woman who has walked through two houses,"

"I don't have the face to be next to Amao's father anymore, and I don't want to occupy the land of the old Luo's family. Your uncle is not very old. If I leave, you remember to help him find a suitable woman, take care of him, and wash him. Cook and talk with him, so that I can feel at ease down here."

"Auntie, don't say any more, I beg you, really don't say any more." Yang Ruoqing's tears rolled down uncontrollably.

You can't shed tears on New Year's Eve, but what the aunt said seems to be explaining the funeral.

"Qing'er, don't cry anymore, aunt will tell you these words, and you will remember them in your heart."

"By the way, remove the third brick under my bed in the old house, and there is a small jar hidden inside."

"In the past few years, the money that your uncle gave me to buy clothes, and the money that you and Tang Yazi paid for me, I put all of it in that jar."

"That's what I left for Baobao and Dazhi. It's a little thought from my grandma. You must remember to dig it out when the time comes!"

"No, no, no!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Auntie, don't say any more, I beg you. You will be fine, isn't it just a cough or tuberculosis? Go to Changhuai Prefecture, if Changhuai Prefecture fails, we will go to the capital, and we will surely cure your illness!"

……

"Where are the children? Where are they going?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang raised his finger and pointed to the sky above the courtyard of Yang Huazhong's house next door, where the fireworks lit up one after another, illuminating the sky on this side.

Across the wall, the laughter of children can be heard from time to time.

However, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you? Why do you look so preoccupied?"

Luo Fengtang is relatively rough about other things, like thousands of men, but when he gets along with Yang Ruoqing, he is uncharacteristically sensitive to her subtle emotional changes.

Yang Ruoqing knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she said: "Aunt told me not to tell you, but after thinking about it, I still don't want to hide it from you."

"What did aunt say?" Luo Fengtang turned serious. He was about to take her to the next yard to watch them set off fireworks. For now, let's put everything else aside.

"Tell me, I don't allow you to hold it in your heart alone, let's figure out what's going on together." Luo Fengtang said again.

Yang Ruoqing then closed the door, and told Luo Fengtang exactly what Wang Cuilian said earlier.

Luo Fengtang frowned, "There is a saying called 'know the destiny', I was thinking, aunt would not say this for no reason, she probably knows her body well..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Maybe aunt is sensitive, but no matter what, I will find a way to save aunt."

"My aunt is not very old, she is just in her early forties, and my uncle is only in his fifties."

"There should be a lot of good days ahead of them, it can't just be like this, just like this..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't continue talking about the rest.

Humans are social animals. Even if you have children and offspring without a partner, you will always feel that something is missing.

In the past few years, because of the company of aunt Wang Cuilian, Uncle Luo Blacksmith's spirit is obviously much better than before.

(End of this chapter)