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

Zhou Dazhu hung his head, his voice tinged with tears: "My child is crying because of hunger. As a father, I really have no choice."

"What?" Tian Guilan looked at Zhou Dazhu in shock and asked anxiously, "You don't know? Xiao Xiong fainted due to heatstroke and high fever, and was picked up by Xiuying." She frowned, her eyes widened, and her tone was full of surprise and anxiety.

Tian Guilan said, gesturing with her hands: "Oh, that scene was so scary. If Xiuying hadn't passed by, who knows what would have happened!"

Seeing Zhou Dazhu's anxious look, Tian Guilan secretly felt happy. She turned her face slightly, trying hard to hide the smile on her lips, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Tian Guilan was secretly proud of herself, humph, the issue of borrowing grain has finally been diverted, let's see if you, Zhou Dazhui, still care about borrowing grain.

She pretended to be concerned and said, "Dazhu, don't be too anxious. Maybe Xiaoxiong is fine with Xiuying." But there was a hint of gloating in her tone.

Tian Guilan's eyes were wandering, and she didn't dare to look Zhou Dazhu in the eye.

Zhou Dazhu originally thought that his son had gone out to play again. Zhou Xiaoxiong had done a lot of stealing and robbing in the past, so he was used to it.

But when he learned from Tian Guilan that Zhou Xiaoxiong had fainted and was picked up by someone, and that person was Xiuying, Zhou Dazhu was so shocked that he almost fell down. He almost dropped the pipe in his hand and his eyes widened.

Zhou Dazhu's face was filled with disbelief, muttering to himself, "What? Little Bear fainted and was picked up by Xiuying? This... How is this possible!"

He stood there, unable to recover for a long time. He had never expected the situation to be like this.

Tian Guilan pretended to say, "Brother Zhou, go back and tell Hongmei, and discuss what to do."

Her face was filled with a seemingly concerned smile, but her eyes held a subtle hint of mischief.

As Tian Guilan spoke, she reached out and gently nudged Zhou Dazhu: "This matter can't be delayed any longer, hurry up!"

In her heart, she actually hoped that Zhou Dazhu would leave quickly and not mention the matter of borrowing grain again.

Sure enough, Zhou Dazhu took off running. His expression was panicked, his steps hurried, and his originally slow figure suddenly burst into astonishing speed.

He was panting as he ran, and he kept muttering: "What should I do? What should I do?"

The raised dust spread behind him and he disappeared from Tian Guilan's sight in an instant.

Tian Guilan looked at Zhou Dazhui's back as he ran away, and said to Zhao Cunliang proudly: "Did you see that? Learn from him!" She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and her face was full of pride.

Tian Guilan's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and a smug smile hung on the corner of her mouth: "I sent him away with just a few words, humph!"

Zhao Cunliang shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and said, "You, you are the only one with so many tricks."

Tian Guilan rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "What do you mean by 'having lots of clever ideas'? That's called being smart, don't you understand?"

After saying that, Tian Guilan returned to the courtyard to tidy up the debris and asked casually, "What do you think about letting mother marry Mr. Wang from the next village?"

She didn't look at Zhao Cunliang, and her hands didn't stop moving. She seemed casual, but there was a hint of urgency in her tone.

When Zhao Cunliang heard this, his brows furrowed instantly. He put down his pipe and said in a muffled voice, "How can this be so casual?"

Tian Guilan stopped what she was doing, turned around and stared at Zhao Cunliang, raising her voice: "Why are you so casual? Uncle Wang is a good man, and his family conditions are not bad. Mother will live a good life if she marries him.

Uncle Wang has been a bachelor for over sixty years, and he's still single. Mother got this opportunity for free."

Zhao Cunliang stood up and paced around the yard with his hands behind his back, looking troubled. "We have to ask Mother's opinion on this matter. We can't just decide it like this."

Tian Guilan curled her lips and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why are you asking? We are doing this for her own good."

Zhao Cunliang was in a state of deep conflict. His brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing hesitation and struggle.

Although Zhao's mother has suffered a stroke, at least she doesn't need him to take care of her all the time.

But if he really married off his old mother, the villagers would be spitting at him to death, and there would be no end to the gossip. How could he hold his head up in this village in the future?

He couldn't help but shudder, as if he had already seen everyone's accusing gazes.

However, the old bachelor in the next village is really rich, and if I marry my mother to him, I can get some dowry.

With this money, our family will be able to live a much better life and get through this difficult time.

Once this thought came up, it took root in his mind and could not be shaken off, causing him to fall into deep contradiction.

At this moment, Guangzong ran out of the house and shouted at the top of his voice: "Mom, grandma has pooped again!" His face was full of disgust, and his little hands kept fanning his nose.

Tian Guilan was hanging clothes in the yard. When she heard Guangzong's call, her face instantly turned ugly.

She glared at Guangzong fiercely and muttered, "This old woman is such a worry!"

Tian Guilan reluctantly put down the work in her hands and walked into the house while complaining: "It's like this every day, serving food and then poop, it's endless!"

Guangzong followed behind and said cautiously, "Mom, go and wash and change grandma's clothes."

When Tian Guilan stepped into the house, a pungent smell hit her face. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose, and her brows frowned even tighter.

Tian Guilan suppressed her nausea and walked to Zhao's mother's bedside. Looking at her mother's helpless and guilty eyes, although she felt resentful in her heart, she gritted her teeth and started to clean up.

As she roughly took off Zhao's mother's dirty clothes, she kept muttering, "I really owe you in my past life. You always cause trouble for me all day long."

Mother Zhao whimpered weakly, as if she was apologizing, or crying out her helplessness.

At this time, Zhao Cunliang walked into the house and saw this scene, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He frowned, his tone slightly blaming: "Guilan, please be gentle, mother doesn't want this to happen."

Tian Guilan turned her head sharply and shouted at Zhao Cunliang, "How can I be so easy? If you can do this job, do it!"

Zhao Cunliang sighed helplessly and slipped away quietly. He couldn't do it.

Guangzong stood at the door, looking at the scene inside the house, his heart in turmoil. On one side was his beloved grandmother, but now she had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed; on the other side was his mother, whom he dared not offend, her fierce appearance made him afraid.

Guangzong bit his lips tightly, thought for a while, and walked away. He couldn't offend A Niang in this family now, otherwise his life in the future would be even more difficult.