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

Mother Zhao took a big step back, as if she had been hit hard in the chest, and she almost vomited blood.

Only then did she realize that Yang Xiuying had never been afraid of the family division, never been afraid of leaving the Zhao family, and she was no longer the foolish woman who allowed herself to be manipulated by her.

At this moment, she was a little annoyed. "Look, I was just saying it casually, but you took it seriously. You are my daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, how can I not care about you? My granddaughters also shed the blood of my Zhao family, how can I not care about my own granddaughters?"

Mother Zhao cried for a long time, but when she saw that her granddaughters and Yang Xiuying were unmoved, she wiped away her tears and looked at the chickens in the chicken coop. The chickens were growing really well, big and meaty.

Xiuying said harshly, "Mom, don't leave. It's getting late. Please stay and have your meal. Take the letter of severance with you. We don't have any black flour buns to give you as a gift. We only have wild vegetable porridge. If you don't mind, you can have some."

When Zhao's mother heard this, she ran away. Xiuying was living a good life now, and the relationship between them could not be severed just like that. As for the wild vegetable porridge, she decided to leave it to the other girls.

"Mom, I'm not hungry. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Several children looked at Xiuying in shock. Her mother actually scared their grandmother away. In the past, their mother would only feel wronged when facing their grandmother.

“Cough…cough…cough…cough”

The shock of several people was interrupted by a burst of rapid coughing. The young man covered in dried vegetables in the bamboo basket sat up, leaned his back against the edge of the bamboo basket, and looked around weakly with his eyes.

His facial features were delicate and graceful, and he was wearing a loose-fitting piece of clothing, like an adult's clothing put on a child.

His mother passed away when he was three years old, and then his father took in a concubine. When his father was alive, the concubine was gentle and kind to him. But when his father went out to do business, he would beat and scold him at the very least, and sometimes even punish him by making him kneel in the ancestral hall and not giving him food.

He tried to complain to his father, but his father finally believed his aunt. He learned from the servants' gossip that his aunt was his father's childhood sweetheart, and his mother and father were just a marriage arranged by their parents and matchmaker.

After seeing Xiuying today, he felt extremely envious. If his mother were still alive, she would protect him like this.

Xiuying asked Shiliu to help the boy into the house, and put her hand on the boy's forehead. It was still a little hot, so she asked Taohua to get a basin of cold water and put a wet towel on the boy's forehead.

Taohua placed the towel on the boy's forehead and asked softly, "Little brother, you got a bad fever on the way. Do you still remember your name?"

Shi Liu stood aside, watching the boy warily, and asked, "Why are you on our ox cart?"

A few little ones gathered around.

"Big brother, where do you live?"

"Big brother, did you get lost while playing?"

"Big brother, did you escape?"

"Big brother, are your family going to sell you out?"

Chen Zexi lowered his brows with red eyes. Not long after his mother passed away, his father brought that woman home. Now that woman was pregnant with his little brother, his father doted on her even more. How could he still have himself in his heart?

His voice was low and miserable: "My mother died, and my father married a new woman. The family couldn't support me, so they wanted to sell me. I ran away from home, saw an ox cart parked on the road, and climbed on it to hide.

If you send me back, my father and that evil woman will definitely sell me to a human trafficker for money.

Just keep me here. I know a lot. Just give me something to eat."

Yang Xiuying didn't say anything. The boy had delicate skin and tender flesh and it was obvious that he had never worked before. He had already spent money to buy medicine in the mall and spent another 35 yuan to buy a bottle of Motrin without making a sound.

"You can stay here with me for a while and help with the farm work. As for food, you can eat whatever we eat.

By the way, what's your name? "

Chen Zexi was delighted to hear this. He knew his aunt would never find him in this remote place. He smiled and replied, "My last name is Xin, and my given name is Wang. You can call me Awang!"

When Little Seven heard this, he burst out laughing: "Hahahaha... Big brother, your name is really interesting, Awang, Awang."

"Haha...it's even uglier than my cousins' names." Little Laoqi was secretly happy, because she had a name that sounded like a flower - Peony.

At dinner, Yang Xiuying specially asked Taohua to cook some sweet potato porridge and mixed in some pickles brought back from her mother's home.

When it was time to eat, Chen Zexi held a bowl of porridge in his hand, looked at the plate of pickles, some stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of pancakes on the table, and pouted.

"Mother asked me to make the sweet potato porridge for you. It's fragrant and sweet. It also has some pickles made by my grandmother. They go really well with rice. We grew all these vegetables ourselves. That dish is egg pancakes.

Auntie said you can’t eat eggs yet.”

Chen Zexi pursed his lips and asked, "Just let me eat this?"

"This porridge is unappetizing, the pickles are not nutritious, and the egg pancakes are nothing special. And the sweet potatoes in this bowl, why haven't I seen them before?"

Although his aunt was not kind to him, the food at home was quite rich, with at least dozens of dishes for each meal. Even if he was sick, the chef at home would cook for him in different ways, even if he only ate one bite.

The dining table at Xiuying's house is not as big as the big round table at her mother's house. The younger ones eat around the table, while the older ones eat while standing with their bowls in hand. In the countryside, children prefer to eat while walking around the yard with their bowls in hand. There are not as many rules as in wealthy families.

Taohua picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with chopsticks and ate it with porridge: "This pickled vegetable goes really well with porridge. The boiled sweet potato is also delicious, sweet and sticky. Come and try it."

Shi Liu looked at Chen Zexi, who was holding the bowl with a sad face. It was obvious that this kid was a rich young man who had never suffered hardship. Let's see how long he can keep pretending.

"Awang, why don't you go see what Aunt Li's Awang eats?"

Xiao Laoqi, who had just taken a mouthful of porridge, spit it out

“Hahaha… Aunt Li’s Awang ate shit!”

Chen Zexi then realized that the name he chose was the same as the name of a dog. People in the countryside couldn't even get enough to eat, so how could they feed the dog? The dog would have to eat that thing!

He was filled with regret. Why did he choose Awang, the same name as his dog? He bit the bullet and asked, "Why is Aunt Li's dog named Awang? Shouldn't the dog be named Wangcai or Laifu?"

Little Sixth looked at Old Seventh with a smile: "Awang, do you think I will be prosperous next year?"

Little Laoqi imitated Awang and barked: "Woof...Woof...Woof..."

Chen Zexi: Sure enough, it’s prosperous…

Taohua advised: "You need to eat enough now so that your illness can be cured. Try it, the sweet potatoes are really fragrant, the pickles made by my grandmother are also really delicious, and the vegetables fried by my mother are even more delicious than meat."