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

He narrowed his eyes, his face full of satisfaction, and thought to himself: He is the head of the family, how could he possibly go to fetch water?

"As the head of the family, it's only natural for my sons to do the rough and tiring work."

Zhao Cunliang thought to himself, took another puff of the water pipe, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"If it doesn't rain, my sons will carry water to the fields and save the crops. I, as their father, also deserve credit for this."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile.

"If it rains, Yang Xiuying will be the laughing stock of the whole village. It's her fault for going around complaining about the drought, making everyone's work go in vain."

Thinking of this, a hint of cunning and gloating flashed in Zhao Cunliang's eyes.

"I'm just waiting to see how this drama unfolds. Then I'll see how she can hold her head up in the village."

The more Zhao Cunliang thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was a good one, and he couldn't help humming a little tune.

At this time, Xiuying was helping her parents move in Yangliu Town. Mother Yang was reluctant to leave anything behind, wanting to take everything with her.

Mother Yang stood in the room, her eyes scanning the old objects back and forth, muttering to herself, "These are all memories. I can't throw them away. I can't throw them away."

There were two ox carts carrying the stuff, but even so, they were packed full.

While helping to sort things out, Xiuying helplessly advised her mother, "Mom, don't take anything you really don't need. I have everything I need."

Mother Yang stubbornly shook her head, "Xiuying, you don't understand. I have feelings for these things. It would be a shame to throw them away. That pickled cabbage jar was given to me by your grandmother."

Mother Yang gently stroked the jar, her eyes filled with nostalgia, and her voice softened. "When your grandmother gave me this jar, she told me to use it well. This chair was made by your grandfather himself."

Mother Yang slowly sat down on the chair with a pleased smile on her face: "Your grandfather's craftsmanship is so good. This chair is so sturdy. It hasn't broken after sitting on it for so many years."

She tapped the armrests of the chair gently, as if having a conversation with the past.

Xiuying sighed, but her hands did not stop moving, and she continued to move items one by one onto the ox cart.

The cow seemed to feel the heavy burden, snorting from time to time. The sunlight fell on the busy mother and daughter, casting long shadows.

The weather was dry and the sun was scorching, as if it was going to scorch the earth. The scorching sun poured down without any shade, and the air was filled with an irritating heat.

Yang Xiuying and Yang Qingfeng were driving the oxcart in front. Yang Xiuying's forehead was covered with sweat, which trickled down her cheeks. She wiped it with her sleeve, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, and she gently waved the whip in her hand. Yang Qingfeng, with a serious expression, held the reins tightly, controlling the ox's pace.

Yang's mother and father drove the oxcart behind. Yang's father's clothes were soaked with sweat, and Yang's mother wiped his sweat from time to time with a handkerchief. Their eyes were filled with anticipation for a new life and a hint of uneasiness.

The ox cart moved slowly forward on the dusty road, and the wheels made a creaking sound, as if telling the hardships of life.

……

Zhou Dazhu put the black flour he had borrowed from Zhao Cunliang's house into the pot along with some wild vegetables. The kitchen was filled with the faint smell of smoke. He stirred the food in the pot skillfully, his face full of fatigue.

Seeing her husband back, Hongmei felt much better. She leaned against the bed, her eyes sparkling with joy, and a blush appeared on her pale face.

Whenever asked why the government released him, Zhou Dazhu always hesitated and refused to say.

He dodged Hongmei's concerned gaze and muttered, "Oh, don't ask me. I'm back anyway."

Hongmei's doubts grew even stronger. She frowned and said anxiously, "Boss, if you don't explain clearly, I'm really worried."

Zhou Dazhu sighed helplessly, stopped what he was doing, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "Wife, don't force me. It's hard to talk about this matter. Anyway, it's over."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to busy himself with the food in the pot, no longer looking at Hongmei.

Zhou Dazhu carefully brought the prepared black flour paste to Hongmei, forced a smile on his face, and said, "Wife, come, it's time to eat."

He gently placed the bowl on the small table beside the bed, his eyes full of concern.

"Zhao Cunliang is really generous. Even though food is so expensive now, he is still willing to lend it to us." Zhou Dazhu sighed, his eyes full of gratitude.

"If it weren't for him, I don't know how we would have gotten through this day."

As he spoke, he picked up a spoon and gently stirred the paste to dissipate some of the heat.

Hongmei looked at the black noodle paste in the bowl, her eyes slightly red as she said, "Once we get over this, we must thank them properly."

Zhou Dazhu nodded, "Of course, we must remember Zhao Cunliang's kindness in our hearts."

After saying that, he scooped up a spoonful of paste, blew on it, and brought it to Hongmei's mouth.

Hongmei's eyes were filled with Zhou Dazhu's tenderness. She nodded and asked, "Why haven't I seen Daddy come over these days?"

There was a hint of doubt and expectation in her eyes, and her voice was soft and weak.

Zhou Dazhu paused for a moment, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. He then forced himself to remain calm and said, "Maybe my father-in-law has been busy lately. Let's not think too much about it. It's more important to take care of yourself."

Hongmei frowned slightly, her eyes filled with worry as she murmured, "I hope everything is fine with Daddy. Don't hide anything from me."

Zhou Dazhu hurriedly comforted her, "Don't worry, daughter-in-law, your father-in-law is definitely fine. Come, eat this porridge while it's hot."

As he spoke, he scooped up another spoonful and handed it to Hongmei's mouth.

Hongmei looked outside with a searching look in her eyes and asked, "Why can't I see the little bear?" There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

While feeding Hongmei porridge, Zhou Dazhu said, "Little Bear went to fetch water to water the vegetables." After saying that, he sighed softly.

When Hongmei heard this, she first showed a look of relief on her face, and then raised the corners of her mouth slightly, saying: "This child has grown up."

But then, he frowned and said distressedly: "But he is still so young, and he has to do such heavy work."

Tears welled up in her eyes, filled with pity. When she was well, her son didn't need to do these things.

This is karma! Karma! I shouldn't have framed Xiuying!

Zhou Dazhu patted Hongmei's hand and comforted her, "Children, it's good for you to exercise more."

However, his eyes could not hide his heartache for his son.

Xiuying brought her father and mother back home. On the way back, she saw a few people gathered in front of her. Xiuying's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.