reborn peasant mother

Chapter 187

Zhong Jipeng usually doesn't talk like this with Mr. and Mrs. Zhong. After all, they are both his brother and sister-in-law, so he still misses them very much.But this time Zhong Jipeng got angry when he saw these two couples. If it weren't for your family not taking good care of them, how could my mother be like this?As a result, if you didn't rush to the hospital, you were still waiting for me, and you wasted time, all blaming your family!

Zhong Jipeng felt resentful in his heart, and when he saw Boss Zhong and his wife getting angry, he spoke in a very bad tone.If San Zhuang, the direct perpetrator, had been in front of him, Zhong Jipeng would probably have kicked him already.

"Mom Shanzi, you go back to take care of the house. If you can't afford clothes, you can prepare first. Big brother, you go back and raise money. I have paid for the hospitalization fee. My mother called you a sick man. As the boss, you can still get a little money." Not out? Do you still need to go out to meet people?"

Seeing Zhong Jipeng's face, Boss Zhong didn't dare to say anything, and walked away with his head hooked.Feng Yujiang knew that the money Zhong Jipeng brought would not be much left after paying the hospitalization fee, so she gave Zhong Jipeng more than 30 yuan, and Zhong Jipeng took it without saying a word.Feng Yujiang left the fare for herself and walked out of the county hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Feng Yujiang felt regretful again, she should have left some more money, Zhong Jipeng had just told her to send old clothes to Zhong's mother, but she didn't keep any money, what would she use to buy cloth?At that time, shrouds were not sold in small towns, and they were all handmade by buying cloth.

Did it!

When Feng Yujiang returned home, he still took the money and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy fabrics. Although the fabrics were not as good as those in the county town, they were considered good in the countryside.After returning home, Feng Yujiang cut it out by herself, and started making old clothes for Mrs. Zhong.Really particular about old clothes, skirts and shoes should be embroidered, Feng Yujiang remembered that she forgot to buy some flower thread, she is not bad at making clothes, but her embroidery skills are not very good, but she can barely get by.

Feng Yujiang was busy giving away old clothes, and Mrs. Jiang offered to help her when she was free.

"Your baby's grandma, is it really going to die?"

"It's hard to say, who knows! Anyway, this disease is very serious."

The two croaked while flying needles and threading.The old clothes to be sent seriously include cotton-padded jackets, cotton trousers, jackets, and shoes and socks. Now they have to be cremated, so two sets must be prepared, one set for cremation and one set for burial.Although it is said that cremation has been implemented, many people have taken advantage of the policy and assumed that the coffin was prepared before.

No need to ask, Zhong Jipeng would definitely not use an urn for his mother.

Feng Yu and Jiang Mingming remembered that Zhong's mother didn't die at this time in her previous life, and she was supposed to be sick for another year, so she didn't hurry up. Who knew that the cotton jacket and trousers had just been finished, and a jacket was only sewn. After two injections, news came from the hospital that Mother Zhong died.

After Zhong's mother was admitted to the hospital, her incontinence was always on the bed. At that time, there were no adult diapers, and two or three pairs of pants were dirty a day.Zhong Jipeng went to the street to buy a change of trousers for his mother, and when he came back, Zhong's mother died, and Mrs. Zhong knelt in front of the hospital bed, howling vigorously.Zhong Jipeng pulled off Mr. Zhong's hand, rushed over to look at Mrs. Zhong, and stretched out his hand to test his breath. When it was gone, he turned his head and yelled at Mr. Zhong with red eyes: "Didn't you be okay just now? You How do you look at it?"

"I... I didn't leave, I was right in front of me, I was fed two tablespoons of water just now, and I died in a blink of an eye... Oh, my poor mother, why are you willing to leave your children and go away ah……"

It is a technique for rural women to mourn.Those who know how to cry and mourn, come as soon as they say it, stop immediately when they stop talking, open their voices, elongate their tone, long and lingering, intermittent and continuous, sound extremely sad, and can talk and laugh as usual as soon as they turn their faces.

Feng Yujiang has no such ability.

(End of this chapter)