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

Sitting on the ox cart, Xiuying realized that the dilapidated courtyard in front of her was the original owner's home. She remembered that after Yang Kui learned that she had separated from her daughters, he drove an ox cart and brought a large basket of millet and pork. Yang Kui could afford such precious things as millet and pork, so she always thought that the original owner's home should be good.

But now it seems that they are just willing to spend money on their daughter and give her the best.

Xiuying followed her daughters off the ox cart and stood in front of the dilapidated door. She heard the sound of the door opening. As the dilapidated door slowly opened, an old woman came into view.

The old woman's eyes were filled with tears, and her rough hands held Xiuying's shoulders.

"You silly girl, you finally came back. You didn't even send a message home about something as big as the family split, and you lived in a cave with your daughters... I... wuwu... you silly girl... wuwu..."

Mother Yang burst into tears before she could finish her words.

"If anything happens to you, how will I live?"

Hearing her mother's words that seemed to be reproachful but were actually caring, Yang Xiuying felt warm in her heart. She took a step forward and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm living well. Look, the girls have gained weight. Don't worry, we are living well."

While Yang Xiuying was talking to her mother, Taohua had already driven the ox cart to the yard and tied it up, and Shiliu had also unloaded the things from the ox cart.

Yang's mother wiped her tears and took her daughter's hand to look at her carefully. "She's grown some weight. It's good that you're back. Come in quickly."

At this time, Yang Kui was in the blacksmith shop on the street. Yang Qingfeng set up a stall in front of the blacksmith shop to write letters for others. Yang's mother sent an acquaintance to deliver a message to the father and son.

Mother Yang brought her daughter and several granddaughters into the house, unable to conceal her joy. It was better to split up the family so that her daughter could come back whenever she wanted.

"Just wait for grandma to make you something delicious."

Mother Yang rolled up her sleeves and was about to go into the kitchen when Shi Liu hurriedly called her back.

"Grandma, we brought you some delicious food."

When Yang's mother heard that her daughter had brought something for her, she wiped her hands on her body, opened the cabinet beside her, and took out a familiar cowhide bag from it.

"Xiu, you just separated from the family and are short of everything. Your children are also in need of money. If there is food, keep it for yourself."

As she spoke, Yang's mother stuffed the brown paper bag into Yang Xiuying's hand.

"I think these cakes must have cost a lot of money. Why did you give them to an old woman like me? Why not give them to a few girls?"

Last time, Yang Xiuying brought meat buns and mung bean cakes to Yang's mother. When Yang's father brought them back, Yang's mother scolded him for a while. Finally, Yang's mother remembered that the buns could not be stored, so she reluctantly ate them and saved the mung bean cakes. She would give them to her granddaughters when they came.

Taohua recognized the cowhide bag at a glance. She had packed the things she had brought to her grandmother last time. She took two steps forward, took Yang's mother's arm and said, "Grandma, we often eat mung bean cakes. These are given to you by my mother. Please accept them.

After we separated, our lives became better and better. We had angelica root growing on our mountain, and my second sister and I dug up several and sold them at the herbal medicine shop for quite a bit of money.

Several younger sisters also gathered around.

"Grandma, my mother often buys mung bean cakes for us to eat."

"Yes, there are also osmanthus cake, eight-treasure cake, and red bean cake."

"Every time my mother went to the city to sell angelica, she would bring us all kinds of cakes."

When Yang's mother heard that her daughter was living a good life, she thought, "God is really watching over us!"

"That's great."

Mother Yang looked at Yang Xiuying with relief. This time her daughter looked much better than before.

Little Old Seven ran to Mother Yang, took her hand, and said, "Grandma, do you think our new clothes are beautiful? Mother bought some fabric in the city and had them made for us. Mother said she would make us another set each."

"Grandma, do you think I'm pretty?" Little Six ran over and took Mother Yang's other hand. "Mother said that girls should dress neatly and beautifully."

Mother Yang looked at Xiuying and her daughter wearing beautiful cotton clothes and smiled, nodding her head.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Just like a flower."

While he was talking, Shi Liu brought in the things he had brought.

"Grandma, these fabrics are brought to you by my mother, along with 50 kilograms of rice and 50 kilograms of flour."

Mother Yang felt distressed when she saw the fine cotton cloth that Shi Liu had brought in, as well as two hemp cloth bags, one filled with white and smooth rice and the other filled with fine white flour.

Before she could finish feeling sorry for herself, the third brother took out two large baskets filled with wheat bran, which contained chicken eggs and duck eggs. The road was bumpy, and Xiuying was afraid that the chicken eggs and duck eggs would be damaged, so she asked the third brother to put them in the wheat bran.

"Grandma, these are a hundred chicken eggs, and a hundred duck eggs. I moved the two baskets of wheat bran outside to the chicken coop in the yard."

Now Yang's mother is not only heartbroken but also speechless. Is the wheat bran moved to the chicken coop for the chickens to eat?

When you don’t have any food, cooking some vegetables with wheat bran can also fill your stomach! And these eggs!

Mother Yang was now shocked and excited. She had never seen so many eggs in her life.

She started nagging her daughter again: "You little girl, even though life is getting better, you don't know how to save money. You buy things for me, but don't you live your own life?"

Yang's mother felt that the things her daughter brought back to her parents' home were too valuable. Her daughter was now raising seven children on her own and was going through a difficult time. How could she accept these things from her daughter?

Yang Xiuying met her mother's distressed eyes and said, "Mother, these are all gifts from your daughter and your seven granddaughters. Since we separated from the family, not only have we dug up angelica in the back mountain, but I have also started a business buying it.

I helped some wealthy families in the city's restaurants to purchase some of the things they needed. Now our lives are getting better and better. We have more than 40 chickens and more than 30 ducks at home, and there are so many eggs that we can't eat them all. These eggs are specially brought to you to nourish your body.

As for rice, you don't have to worry. The owner of the house that helped with the purchase has the most rice. Now my daughter and your granddaughter have white rice for every meal."

"Okay, okay..." Mother Yang was a bit short-sighted, but she was happy. She rolled up her sleeves and said to her granddaughters, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"

Several girls jumped up when they heard that they would have dumplings to eat. Although their mother often made meat dumplings for them, the dumplings made by their grandmother had a different meaning.

They only make dumplings during Chinese New Year when the family gets together.

"miss you!"

"Would never dream of it!"

“Grandma makes the best dumplings.”

They haven't eaten dumplings made by their grandmother for a long time.

Yang Xiuying brought her two older daughters to join the dumpling-making team.