After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

After dinner, Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng sent Wen Xiyan back home.

"This is for my aunt, and this is for my uncle." Ye Xunqing took out two oil-paper bags and put food in them.

Wen Xiyan did not refuse, but accepted it happily, "Xiaoqing has grown up, really grown up." She was relieved to see the child getting better and better.

"Grandma and your aunt are not capable and can't help you. You will have to rely on yourself in the future. You have to be good and not be like your father..." Wen Xiyan said with tears in her eyes.

Speaking of Yang Shu, Ye Xunqing wanted to ask something, "Grandma, I've always wanted to ask, my father is so good, why did he choose Ye Lao Si?"

Wen Xiyan was stunned for a moment. "You...your aunt said you didn't remember. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true."

It was Ye Xunqing's turn to be confused. "Why do you say that?"

Feng Jingheng answered his doubts, "Mr. Yang has known your father for many years. Although the family was poor in the past, they still spent all their money to marry your father. And your father was not like this before. He only became addicted to gambling and drinking later and became what he is now."

Can what I heard from Ye Xunbai before still be completely true? Ye Xunbai said that Yang Shu was bought by Ye Laosi.

Ye Xunbai was so young, how could he know about the things of the older generation? I guess his brother taught him this way.

"Oh, childhood sweethearts, right?" Ye Xunqing nodded slightly. "Don't worry, grandma. Ah Heng and I will never be like my father and Ye Lao Si."

Wen Xiyan said, "Even if you don't like him, you can't call him by his nickname."

Ye Xunqing thought that Ye Laosi was just called Ye Laosi, but he didn't expect it was a nickname.

"Oh, I understand." Ye Xunqing's attitude was very perfunctory.

Wen Xiyan didn't want to say much, because the child had finally gotten rid of that father, and she couldn't force the child to go back to Ye Laosi.

After sending Wen Xiyan home, Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng walked slowly on the small path in the village. The moon tonight was round and bright, very beautiful.

"Hold my hand." Ye Xunqing stretched out his hand. "Let's walk slowly."

Feng Jingheng said, "You're tired after a day, why don't you go back and rest early?"

Ye Xunqing replied: "With the moonlight and Ah Heng as my companions, I can never feel tired."

Feng Jingheng then took him home.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Xunqing was busy making money, while Feng Jingheng was managing his own family.

It rained on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, temporarily alleviating the drought, so Yejia Village and Wangjia Village were no longer forced by Liujia Village to pay money.

However, just when every household was rejoicing about the heavy rain, a major event happened in Yejia Village: Ye Zongchun died.

That afternoon, Ye Xunqing brought the freshly made fried fish to Third Grandma. Since Mo Yuyan and Ye Xunbai had been learning medical skills from Third Grandma these days, Ye Xunqing wanted to bribe Third Grandma with some delicious food so that she would teach him her best skills.

At first, the third grandmother didn't want to teach the two children, but later she found that the little boy from outside was indeed talented, so she patiently taught him.

As for Ye Xunbai, he is not cut out for studying medicine. Ye Xunqing put him here because he wanted someone to keep an eye on him.

"This fried fish is great," Third Granny praised. "It's crispy and delicious, not too salty or spicy, and has no fish bones. It's perfect for us old folks."

"Of course." Ye Xunqing opened another bowl of sauce, "There's a new sauce, try it."

Third Grandma has always been very respectful of Ye Xunqing's cooking, because it is not only delicious but also very suitable for the elderly.

"Okay." Grandma San was just about to eat when she heard someone calling her outside.

"Grandma, Third Grandma!" the visitor said anxiously, "Go to Ye Zongchun's house quickly! He's dying!"

Third Granny and Ye Xunqing looked at each other, immediately put away their food, and hurried to Ye Zongchun's house.

Ye Xunqing asked his two younger brothers to continue studying here. If Ye Zongchun was really dying, he would not want these two children to see it.

Arriving at Ye Zongchun's house, Ye Xunqing's first reaction was the fishy smell. He covered his nose and asked, "What's that smell?"

Then came the woman's wailing, "Chun, Chun, look at your mother, please say something to her!"

When Jin Mazi saw Third Granny coming over, he hurriedly said, "Granny, please take a look. It's been quite a while."

Grandma San quickly went into the room, and as soon as she opened the door, the fishy smell became even stronger.

Ye Xunqing's feet moved in unconsciously. The smell of blood had already become foul, and he didn't know how long it had been flowing.

The third grandmother reached out and touched it, her eyes suddenly widened, "No, it's gone."

Ye Zongchun's mother didn't believe it. "What did you say?"

The Third Granny frowned and said, "Why didn't you come to me earlier?"

"I..." Ye Zongchun's mother was in great pain, "It's just giving birth to a child. It's not like I haven't given birth before..."

"The person is gone." Grandma San sighed and said, "Prepare for the funeral."

"What about the child? Where is the child?" Jin Mazi at the door heard what Grandma San said and asked anxiously.

Grandma San said angrily, "The adults are almost freezing, and the child would have suffocated to death long ago."

After hearing this, Jin Mazi started pounding his legs and cursing, but no one paid any attention to him.

Ye Xunqing stood in front of the bed, looking at the boy lying there with his belly bulging and his eyes open. The quilt on the bed was stained red with blood, and the fishy smell was coming from there.

So much blood! How could a person bleed so much? Did he bleed so much when he died?

That shouldn't be the case. He was already skin and bones when he died. How could there be so much blood?

Grandma Three shook her head and left, dragging the dazed Ye Xunqing away with her.

Ye Xunqing was still immersed in death and blood. A living... no, two living lives were gone just like that.

In modern times, caesarean sections are possible, but in ancient times, if you couldn't give birth to a child, you would die.

Ye Xunqing recalled the comments he had read online before. Some people didn't understand why modern girls were afraid of having children, while the older generation of women gave birth to several children in their lifetime without any fear.

Is it possible that women who died in childbirth were not allowed to speak?

Seeing this scene, Ye Xunqing deeply realized how great his mother was, because his mother was an older mother. When he was born, his mother was already forty years old.

How much courage did his mother have to give birth to him? Was it painful for her? Did she have to go through the gates of hell several times?

Mom tried her best to give birth to Ye Qing, but Ye Qing never gave her peace of mind, and even died in front of her, leaving her with nothing to worry about.

Ye Xunqing said goodbye to his third grandmother and went home alone. On the way, he thought of Ye Zongchun and his mother who gave birth to him at an advanced age. The depression and pain in his heart reached the extreme, and his emotions finally broke out.

"Mom, Mom..." Ye Xunqing's heart ached, and he couldn't even shout, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

His vision became increasingly blurry, just like when he was dying. "Mom, can I go back and see you again..."

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, what's wrong with you... Ah Qing!"

"Aheng, I'm sorry..." Before Ye Xunqing fainted, he saw Feng Jingheng running towards him from a distance.