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

Yang Qingfeng followed Yang Xiuying out, carrying a pottery bowl.

"Sister, today our family finally had a complete meal together."

This meal was the reunion dinner that the Yang family had been looking forward to. Yang Qingfeng thought to himself that if his brother-in-law had not died and his sister had not separated from the family, she would not know when she would come back because she was under the control of her mother-in-law.

Yang Xiuying smiled and nodded, feeling guilty when she thought of everything the original owner had done to her mother's family.

When Yang's mother saw her daughter walk into the yard, she followed her out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hand. Before Yang Xiuying could react, she poured the dumplings in her bowl into Xiuying's bowl and whispered, "Mom made some pure meat dumplings for you. Eat them quickly."

Looking at the dumplings in the bowl, Yang Xiuying felt a lump in her throat. Her mother kept the best for herself and treated the girls well because they were her own children.

Yang's father and Yang Qingfeng pretended not to see it and ate the lard dumplings in their bowls.

There were some large and small farm tools made by Yang's father in the yard, and the blacksmith's furnace next to it was covered with a layer of dust.

Yang Xiuying walked up to Yang Kui and asked, "Dad, aren't we going to sell these at the shop?"

Father Yang ate the dumplings in his bowl and sighed, "I originally thought I'd make more iron while I was still young, and then sell the money to build you a decent house. Now it seems I'll have to wait a little longer. Not many people are shopping these days."

It is enough to have enough food to eat. No one will spend extra money on purchasing kitchen utensils and farm tools. Even if they want to buy them, they must have the financial strength to do so.

An ordinary family only has a pot, a kitchen knife and two hoes.

Yang Kui patted his daughter's hand and felt that he had let her down after all. He had not helped his daughter at all when she was dividing the family property, and now his daughter had brought so much food back to her parents' home.

"Don't worry, wait a few days. The busy farming season will arrive, and maybe more people will buy farm tools. And when the autumn harvest comes, everyone will have a good harvest and have more food, so they'll buy other things."

Yang Xiuying replied in a low voice: "Yeah."

What she was thinking was that since she had the space, why not help her parents as well? As for how to help, she still had to think about it and let them have the same livelihood as herself.

The family finished their meal happily. Mother Yang packed some pork dumplings for Yang Xiuying and asked her to take them home to eat. Although her daughter had separated from the family now, it was not easy for her to come back. Mother Yang looked at her daughter with reluctance in her eyes and really hoped that she could stay.

Yang Xiuying comforted him, "Mom, don't worry. I'm fine now. I'll be able to build the house this month. When I'm done, I'll leave two rooms for you and Dad. You and Dad can come live here then."

Mother Yang nodded and said, "When you build the house, your parents will come over to help."

Yang's mother and father looked at each other. How could they build a house by the end of the month? Even if their daughter had a job, building a house would cost a large sum of money after all. Yang's mother and father felt empty. They had thought of building a decent house for their daughter by the end of the year, but now it seemed that they would disappoint their daughter.

The ox cart moved slowly forward. Father and Mother Yang waited until the ox cart was out of sight before reluctantly wiping their tears and going into the house.

In the room, Yang Qingfeng held a piece of rice paper in his hand, and he read it again and again, with a smile on his face: "Dad, Mom, don't worry about my sister. Maybe she can really build the house before the end of the month. You should prepare to go over and help."

The rice paper that Yang Xiuying gave to Yang Qingfeng was better than the one used in the academy. Even the craftsmen in the imperial city would not be able to produce such workmanship.

Yang Qingfeng was happy for Xiuying. This was the result of good deeds being rewarded. God was merciful and his sister would live a good life. He carefully put the rice paper away.

The ox cart swayed as it moved forward on the country road. The sun set and the breeze blew gently. Yang Xiuying was very satisfied with this kind of life. She hoped that she could live an ordinary life like this, with her family around her.

"Mother, look here?"

Shi Liu, who was sitting behind the oxcart, quietly moved in front of Xiuying and whispered in her ear, "Is something moving here?"

Yang Xiuying stretched her neck to look over and saw a young boy in the basket filled with pickled vegetables.

The pickles were handmade by Yang's mother. When Yang Xiuying left, she asked her to take them back with her and also put some dried vegetables in the basket.

How come there is one more person?

Shi Liu followed Yang Xiuying's gaze and glanced at

"Mother, he looks so pitiful. He seems to have injuries on his hands."

Several sisters also gathered around and looked at the boy sleeping in the frame.

The boy's body was trembling, and there were scars on his hands from being whipped.

"Mother, why is he in the pickle basket? Doesn't his family want him anymore?"

"Grandma said that the little boy was eating me to death. Maybe he was just eating too much and the family couldn't feed him anymore."

"Mother, he looks so pitiful."

"Maybe his family wanted to sell him out, so he ran away."

Just like before, grandma wanted to sell these girls to the old bachelor.

Yang Xiuying looked at the boy's red face and dry, chapped lips, and reached out to place her hand on his forehead.

My heart skipped a beat. It was so hot! I had a high fever!

In this day and age, fever can be fatal. She wanted to ignore the boy, but if the boy died, she would be responsible for a life.

Think about being able to travel here after death, not only will I have a daughter, but I will also have parents and brothers who love me, and most importantly, I will have a system to rely on.

But do good things without worrying about the future. She said to Taohua beside her, "Pour the water from the kettle onto a handkerchief to wet it, then apply it to his forehead to cool him down. Also use this to wipe his palms repeatedly."

Xiuying quietly handed Taohua a small bottle of alcohol she had bought from the space, and then said to Shiliu, "Second sister, you drive the car. Taohua will take care of this kid. We'll figure out a solution when we get home."

"it is good."

Pomegranate slapped the cow on its butt, and the big yellow cow started running away with a clatter.

Fortunately, Futian Village was not far from here. Soon the big yellow ox ran to the village entrance. It was getting dark. Mrs. Sun saw the ox cart coming.

"Xiuying, your mother-in-law went to your house and said she was waiting for you to come back and had something to ask you. You have to be careful with the children."

Yang Xiuying's originally relaxed mood became heavy. Seeing her mother-in-law made her feel even more uncomfortable than visiting the grave.

Why couldn’t the original owner’s mother-in-law and husband die together!

"Thank you, Sister Sun. I'll go back and take a look."

When the children heard that their grandmother was in their home, they became nervous.

Ever since the family split up, their grandmother has been causing trouble every few days.

Xiuying comforted her daughters, "Don't be afraid. Mom is here. Once we've fixed up the house and brought your grandparents and uncle over, you won't have to be afraid of her anymore."

"Ah."