Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Yang's mother was deeply influenced by the ethics of the time and was unwilling to live with her daughter. Her weathered face was filled with awe and obedience to tradition, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and determination.

In Yang's mother's heart, those ethical rules were as ingrained as if they were etched in her bones, indelible. She knew that a daughter once married was like spilled water, and if she lived with her daughter, she would surely attract gossip and make her bear the stigma of being unfilial.

"A woman should prioritize her husband's family and not act recklessly."

This idea was deeply ingrained in Yang's mother's mind. She pursed her lips tightly, twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously with her hands. Although she was somewhat shaken by her daughter's invitation, she was ultimately bound by the shackles of etiquette.

Mother Yang sighed deeply and looked at Xiuying, her eyes full of guilt and reluctance, but she still shook her head and said, "Xiuying, I can't go. I can't let you be criticized."

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing endless helplessness.

Xiuying knew that no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it was useless, so she just sat down on the ground, slapped her thigh and started crying.

That’s right, I learned this trick from Zhao’s mother.

Xiuying screamed at the top of her lungs, "My life is so miserable! My husband is dead and I have seven daughters. My mother-in-law sees that I have no one to rely on and wants to marry me off to an old bachelor. How can I live? I'd rather die!"

She cried and shouted, her voice was shrill, tears streaming down her face, completely disregarding her image.

Yang Qingfeng quickly bent down and tried to help her up, but Xiuying pushed him away and continued to cry about her miserable experience.

"God is blind, my parents won't help me, what's the point of living?"

The more she cried, the sadder she became, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and pain in her heart.

Yang's parents were panicking and trying to pull Xiuying up. Mother Yang was so anxious that she burst into tears, while Yang's father's face turned red, not knowing what to do.

Seeing Xiuying so grief-stricken, Yang's father and mother felt heartbroken beyond words.

Father Yang's eyes were red and his lips were trembling slightly, while Mother Yang's tears could not stop flowing. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trying hard not to cry out loud.

They didn't expect that after Xiuying separated from the family, Zhao's mother still dared to set her sights on Xiuying. She must have seen that there was no one left in her family!

"My daughter, don't cry. Dad and mom will go with you. Isn't it okay for us to go with you?" Father Yang finally couldn't help but said, his voice filled with deep heartache and helplessness.

Mother Yang also nodded quickly, choking with sobs and saying, "Xiu'er, your father and I will never be cruel again. Let's go to your house now."

As she spoke, Yang's mother walked forward, pulled Xiuying up, and gently wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve.

When Xiuying heard what her parents said, her crying gradually subsided, but she was still sobbing, with a face full of a mixture of grievance and joy.

She raised her head and looked at her parents in disbelief, "Really? Dad, Mom, are you really willing to come with me?"

Father Yang nodded heavily and said, "My daughter, I won't lie to you. Let's pack up and go back with you.

My father is here, I want to see who dares to touch you!"

What Yang's parents didn't know was that Zhao's mother had already suffered a stroke and was lying in bed.

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Zhao's mother had suffered a stroke and lay in bed, her face pale and her eyes dull. She gasped for breath, each breath seeming so laborious.

His son Zhao Cunliang and daughter-in-law Tian Guilan stood on one side, with no concern on their faces, but instead a calculating look.

Tian Guilan frowned and lowered her voice, saying, "Sell our mother to the old bachelor Mr. Wang from the next village as his wife. This way, we can get rid of this burden and get some money in return. It's the best of both worlds."

There was indifference and greed in her eyes.

Zhao Cunliang echoed, a sinister smile on his lips: "That's right, anyway, Mom can't move now and can't do anything, keeping it is a waste of food.

If you marry your mother off, there will be someone to take care of her and she won't have to worry about food and drink."

As she spoke, she glanced at Zhao's mother on the bed without a trace of pity.

When Zhao's mother heard the conversation between the two, her eyes were filled with despair and anger. Her dry lips trembled, but she could not make a sound and could only shed tears weakly.

Zhao Cunliang frowned and said worriedly, "But now that my mother has had a stroke, I'm worried that Uncle Wang won't like her." As he spoke, he rubbed his hands nervously.

Tian Guilan rolled her eyes at him and said soothingly, "You're stupid! You can do whatever you want only when you can't move. Uncle Wang can still control you easily.

Besides, my mother hasn’t done anything over the years and has taken good care of herself, but her mouth is just a little crooked now.

If my mother hadn't had a stroke, would Mr. Wang have encountered such a good thing?"

There was a sly smile on her face, and there was no trace of affection or compassion in her eyes.

"But this... isn't a good idea at all." Zhao Cunliang was still hesitant, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Tian Guilan glared at him fiercely and raised her voice, saying, "What's wrong with that? We can get the money and get rid of this burden. What a great thing! Don't be confused!"

Tell everyone else that Mother despises our hard life and remarried!" She put her hands on her hips, looking determined.

After hearing this, Zhao Cunliang remained silent. Although he felt something was wrong, he gradually wavered under Tian Guilan's dominance.

Lying on the bed, Zhao's mother listened to her son and daughter-in-law's words, tears streaming down her cloudy eyes.

Her lips trembled and a "woohoo" sound came from her throat, but because of the stroke she was unable to speak clear words to express her inner grief and despair.

The tears slid down her wrinkled cheeks and dripped onto the pillow, spreading a wet patch.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief and deep sorrow, as if she couldn't believe that these were the words of her son, whom she had loved so much since he was a child.

Mother Zhao's heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless sharp blades, the pain so severe that she couldn't breathe. She stared at the ceiling with a hollow look in her eyes, as if the light of life was fading away bit by bit.

Recalling the little things about her son's childhood, Zhao's mother's eyes revealed a hint of tenderness and nostalgia.

She thought of her son's tender face when he was little, always with an innocent smile, that smile seemed to dispel all the haze.

I still remember when he just learned to walk, he staggered into my arms, and that warm touch seems to still remain in my heart.

When her son was ill, she stayed by his bedside all night, unable to close her eyes, filled with worry and anxiety. When her son was studying, she saved money to buy him the best paper and pens, hoping that he would have a bright future.

When her son got married, she sold the family land just to give him a grand wedding.

Once upon a time, her son was her pride and all her hope in life. She gave everything for her son and never had a single complaint.

But now, her most beloved son was so heartless. Mother Zhao's heart seemed to be torn apart, she was in excruciating pain, and her tears flowed even more violently.