Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6945
But no matter how he grows up, he is still Xiao Hei, and it is impossible to complete the transformation in an instant.

So, when the coffin was sealed and the members of Lao Yang's family gradually withdrew, leaving only three uncles in the ancestral hall to accompany him, Xiao Hei couldn't sit still anymore.

"Uncle Wu, can you let me go home and go to bed too?"

The third uncle is the oldest and the most dignified. Cousin Qing'er and Cousin Da'an are even more in awe of Xiao Hei, so Xiao Hei will not take the initiative to go to Yang Huazhong to beg for anything unless it is absolutely necessary.

The fourth uncle walked the least with the family, and was usually half majestic and half slick, Xiao Hei dared not deal with Yang Huaming.

Therefore, the fifth uncle Yang Huazhou became the best candidate.And the day before yesterday on the first day of the first lunar month, he happened to go to the fifth uncle's house with his parents to pay New Year's greetings, and we all had dinner at the same table.

While the sense of familiarity was still there, Xiao Hei hurriedly begged Yang Huazhou.

Yang Huazhou was squatting in a corner of the coffin to add tung oil to the small cup. When he heard Xiao Hei's words, he suddenly turned his head and asked in surprise, "What are you talking about? You just said something stupid? You want to go home and go to sleep? "

"That's right Uncle Fifth, I'm sleepy, and I'm freezing to death." Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes and said.

Yang Huazhou turned around and stood up, pointing to the coffin behind him and said word by word: "Who is lying here? But your dear father!"

"How many fathers do you have? How many times can your father die? Even if you die from exhaustion, sleep and freeze, you will only be tonight and tomorrow!"

Is this why you are not allowed to go back?

Xiao Hei understood, but he was still unhappy, but he didn't dare to refute.

Because the third uncle and the fourth uncle also came over, and seeing their uncle and nephew standing face to face, Yang Huaming asked, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with Xiao Hei?"

Yang Huazhou looked at Xiao Hei coldly, "Your fourth uncle asked you something, you answer it yourself."

Xiao Hei lowered his head: "No, it's nothing."

Then he obediently went to sit on a stool on one side. The ancestral hall was ventilated everywhere, and it was freezing cold. Xiao Hei tucked his hands into his cuffs, shrunk his neck, stomped his feet, and walked around dimly, with the tung oil lamp jumping Not only that, the scarlet coffin is even more impressive.

Xiao Hei suddenly wanted to cry.

In a situation like tonight, if father was still alive, mother hadn't fainted, and grandfather hadn't been sick, they would have let him go home and sleep warmly.

Now that his father is lying in the coffin, his mother and grandfather can't protect him anymore. He feels like an orphan, just as pitiful as the beggar who used to go to the county town with his classmates to play and saw the fugitive under the overpass.

Xiao Hei's tears fell again sadly.

Although Yang Huazhou didn't say it, but Yang Huaming is a fine person, what can't be seen?
So he murmured to Yang Huazhong a few times in a low voice, and then sighed: "Da Bai is in prison, Xiao Hei is ignorant, and Wang Hongquan is so virtuous. What will the old Wang family do in the future?"

Yang Huazhong also felt heavy.

He put his hand on the cold and hard coffin, and said in a deep voice: "And our old Yang's family, we will help each other, if you have money, you can help Meier raise Xiao Hei. If you marry a wife and have children, you will go ashore. up!"

Yang Huazhou nodded: "Let's just have this younger sister, no matter what happens, I can't let her live, and I will do my best to help her."

Yang Huaming didn't say anything, but he didn't object either.

Yang Huazhong looked around again, and said to the two of them, "You guys stay here to keep watch with him, and I'll go home."

Yang Huazhong came back after leaving for a while, holding a charcoal fire basin in his hand, and the fire in the charcoal fire basin was sizzling.

"Come on, Xiao Hei, roast it."

Yang Huazhong put the charcoal fire basin at Xiao Hei's feet, Xiao Hei was so cold that he was about to collapse, seeing the red charcoal fire, he was so excited.

He quickly rubbed his hands on it to bake, then took off his shoes and put his frozen feet on it.

"Fourth, fifth, come over and enjoy the fire." Yang Huazhong greeted again.

Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou smoked dry cigarettes together, and both waved their hands to show that they were not cold.

Yang Huazhong didn't force it, and sat down beside Xiao Hei, staring at Wang Shuanzi's coffin in a daze.

Old Wang's family, Mrs. Tan and Yang Ruoqing stayed in Yang Huamei's room.

Yang Huamei was lying on the bed with a kerchief on her forehead to lower her fever.

mouth, still talking nonsense.

"Shuanzi, where are you? Stop playing, come out..."

"Shuanzi, walk slowly, wait for me..."

"Embolic, embolus..."

Beside the bed, every time Yang Huamei called Wang Shuanzi's name, Mrs. Tan would hold her hand tightly and respond: "Mei Er, mother is here, mother is..."

Tan would also stretch out her withered fingers to gently smooth the wrinkles between Yang Huamei's eyebrows.

Yang Ruoqing leaned back on the chair, tightened the cloak around her body, and put a steaming leather water bag on her lap.

Aunt Mei'er was so sad that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. It can be seen that the two people have a deep relationship, which far exceeds other people's perception of them.

Even Mrs. Tan didn't say the catchphrase "sick tuberculosis" or "short-lived ghost" today.

Yang Huamei stopped talking nonsense and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again.

Tan turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing worriedly: "Fatty girl, look at your aunt's situation...is it okay?"

Yang Ruoqing sat in a different position, she really couldn't answer this question.

Aunt Mei'er is the person involved, this is her own calamity, whether she can get through it depends on herself.

"Let's help aunt as much as possible." Yang Ruoqing could only respond like this.

Tan is a smart old lady, her domineering appearance does not mean she is really confused in her heart.

What Yang Ruoqing said was the truth, she could hear it.

"Hey, your aunt, it's really a hard life. Her whole life's blessings were all enjoyed before she was 16 years old."

"It's not impossible for a widow to be a widow. There are also many widowed women in ten miles and eight villages. After raising the child and becoming a mother-in-law, the difficulty will be over, but it will be spread on your aunt. It's not easy."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Tan Shi and didn't interrupt her, letting the old lady have a good talk and vent her anger.

"If someone else's family has two such big sons, they are not afraid of being widowed at all, but the two sons of your aunt's family are more useless than the other. Dabai is still in prison. Your aunt is counting on her son to die in retirement. This road will not work, I have been thinking about it for her all day today..."

"Then grandma, have you figured out any good ways for my aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Tan Shi, who never hesitated to say anything, let alone procrastinated, was a little hesitant at this moment.

This made Yang Ruoqing, who was just asking casually, who was almost like a fan, really became a little interested.

"Grandma, let's talk about the way first." She asked again.

Mrs. Tan glanced at the direction of the door of the house, made sure no one was coming, and then said in a low voice: "Tell your mother and the others to let the wind out quietly, our Mei'er is going to remarry."

"What? Remarry? Is this the good way that grandma you figured out for my aunt today?"

(End of this chapter)