Traveling through life as a widow: six sons to support her in her old age

"Mom, eat sparingly. The first time we took it, we could say they owed us. What excuse can we find for the second time?"

Gu Qiyan's face was filled with black lines. In just a few hours, it seemed that she had led these children astray. She wondered if it was too late to educate them now?

"What's that little rabbit? You listen to my nonsense. Bah, bah, bah. You listen to my quibbling. Bah, bah. Wait for me. I'll teach my mouth a lesson."

Several children looked at their new mother, who was pulling and twisting her mouth. It was a long time before she turned her head back.

"No need, I'm telling you, I'm useless, but you have to be good children and not take other people's things carelessly.

Today, it is because your three uncles bullied you and treated your grandmother harshly, so your mother came into the family to seek justice for you.

But you can't make a living from this and take it for granted that you can get something for nothing. Do you understand?"

The six children said in unison, "Mom, son understands."

Old Lady Yu liked her young daughter-in-law more and more. She felt that her money was not wasted and she made the right choice to marry her.

No, she is not her daughter-in-law, Yanyan is her daughter, the daughter she will protect with her life.

Looking at the obedient children, Lan Qiyan felt a little guilty. The children couldn't do that, but she could, hehe.

Yuze was very careful and when he saw the corners of his mother's mouth curled up, he didn't believe that she would be honest.

"Okay, kids, take the cakes and rice soup and go back to the furnace for re-making."

Under Lan Qiyan's supervision, lard was added to the egg pancakes and simmered again, and the rice soup became rice porridge.

The family ate their fill, and Lan Qiwan put down his chopsticks. "From now on, our family will be like this. As human beings, we should not make others suffer, but we should not make ourselves suffer."

Yuze twitched his lips, "Mom, there are grains of rice in the corners of your mouth."

Lan Qiyan wiped his mouth and said, "Hey, sorry, I was a little excited."

It was one of the few times in recent years that Old Lady Yu and her children finally had a full meal.

There is no need to wash the plates and bowls after the meal because they are all shiny and polished.

Several children were vying to do the housework, and Lan Qiyan arranged them directly, "Five and six will wash the dishes, three and four will wash the pots and clean the house, one and two will boil water, and we will help grandma clean up and change the bedding."

"Okay, mother, but I'll go to the mountain to get some straw. The straw under grandma's bed is all moldy."

"No, there are mattresses here. Your grandma can make one, and the rest of you can make two. Sleep sideways. I'll make new beds for you later."

Yu Xiu looked up at the two thatched houses and said, "Mom, we only have two rooms. Grandma and I live in one room, and the other room is for you."

Lan Qiyan stood in the courtyard without a wall, with his hands on his hips, "I tell you, in the near future, there will be big blue brick and tile houses here.

There is a main house, a side room, a kitchen, a utility room, a vegetable garden, a chicken and duck pen, and a wall..."

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful dream woven by Lan Qiyan, but Yu Zhen's fart brought everyone back to reality.

Yu Zhen looked at Lan Qiyan pitifully, "Mom, I didn't mean to do that. I was just too excited and couldn't help but let one go."

Lan Qiyan asked faintly, "Do you still want to let it go now?"

"forget about it."

"Well, you guys should also pay attention. Don't cough or sneeze towards the table in the future. If you want to fart, do it outside to avoid affecting your appetite."

"I know mother."

Lan Qiyan looked at the six children. She knew very well the purpose of these children. They called a woman they just met "mother" just to get her to stay.

As a veterinarian, I often rescue stray cats and dogs at home, but I rent a house and the landlord doesn't allow me to keep them.

She also plans to buy a house with a yard when she makes money in the future so that she can raise those poor little animals.

But she died before this lofty ambition could be realized.

Who would have thought that I would be transported to this remote corner, and to a fictitious dynasty, which has nothing to do with the Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi.

It is now the thirteenth year of the Great Yong Dynasty. The process of this emperor's ascension to the throne was not very glorious, so the situation has been somewhat unstable in recent years.

These were all what the original owner heard from the villagers in Taohua Village. She didn't know the specific circumstances, and neither did Lan Qiyan.

She didn't know whether her deceased husband Yu Zi'an was dead or alive, and she didn't know whose six children these were. Now she only had five taels of silver and two thatched huts. How could she live like this?

After lunch, the family got busy. The two younger ones were responsible for washing and scrubbing, while the two older ones carried the sheets to the river.

Lan Qiyan and his two middle sons carried Old Lady Yu to the yard to bask in the sun.

Old Mrs. Yu asked the children to bring needles and thread. After a full meal, she had some energy and was able to sew clothes for the children.

Lan Qiyan took a hoe and walked to the small vegetable garden. It was just the beginning of autumn, so he still had to plant some vegetables.

But this is the direction of the Dayong Dynasty, and she is a little confused about the direction. If she asks directly, wouldn’t it reveal that she is not the original owner?

Seeing the expression on the queen's face, Yumian was puzzled, "What's wrong with you, mother?"

Lan Qiyan was a little embarrassed, "Xiaomian, what kind of vegetables do you think we should plant in this season?"

"Mom, we grow green vegetables and cabbage in winter."

“Only vegetables?”

Yumian nodded, "We will just grow vegetables."

"Okay." She didn't quite know what dishes were available here. The original owner really knew nothing.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Yu Ze and Yu Xiu came back after washing the sheets and clothes.

"I asked Xiaomian what vegetables he could grow."

"Mom, just leave it there. I'll go to Grandma Wang's house next door to get some vegetable seeds. I'll plant radishes and greens. I'll plant vegetables in the winter so that I can always have vegetables to eat."

"Only this?"

"Yes."

Lan Qiyan nodded. It turned out that there were no potatoes and winter melons at this time. Xie said that both of them could be grown and had a high yield.

Yuze smiled, and he and his brother hung up the sheets and clothes first. They didn't expect their mother to farm, they could do it themselves.

My mother was not a working person in Taohua Village, but because there was an adult at home, they didn't dare to bully them.

The family worked until the evening, and Lan Qiyan saw them starting to wash up, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to cook?"

"Mom, we're not eating tonight." Yu Xiu replied.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Several children swallowed and said, "We won't be hungry when we fall asleep."

Lan Qiyan slapped the table and said, "You don't need to be so frugal when using the food to cook. I'm here for you, don't be frugal."

"But mother..."

"Yuze, take care of the brothers to cook. How can I steal at night if they don't have food..."

The six children looked at her at the same time. Lan Qiyan slapped her lips and said, "Well, we still need to sleep well at night. Let's go and cook."

The children knew very well that their mother would sneak through the wall at night.