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Chenjia Village is a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is very close to the town, has convenient transportation, and is famous for its simple folk customs.

In a shoal near the creek at the head of the village, many children were gathered. The oldest one was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest seemed to be about three years old. Holding a branch, he wrote on the ground while reading: "Zigong asked: 'Is there a person who has a word and can live it all his life?' Zi said: 'Is it pardon! Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself.'"

The children around shouted along, their voices were uneven, but including the youngest little girl with a runny nose, they all read very seriously.

"Don't do to others what you don't want to do to others. It means, don't impose on others what you don't like or can't do. This tells us that when we get along with others, we must compare our hearts to others, and put ourselves in others' shoes After a brief explanation, the little boy paused and said: "Today, sir, I have something to do, so I only taught this sentence. There are two new characters in it, Yu and Shi. I will write the stroke order on the ground, and you can watch and practice."

Children, big and small, answered "Okay!", "Got it!", "Yes!" in a mess.

The little boy didn't maintain discipline either, and when they calmed down naturally, he said again: "Later, Daniel and Ergou will go to the Langzhong to sell the goji berries they picked these days, and the money for the sale will be placed with Daniel first. Let's split up tomorrow."

The two older boys responded, and the younger boy said: "Don't rush away, we will talk about dividing the fish. Take my two little bamboo shoots home, and ask your mother to cook them for our family." Send it over. Let’s say it was picked up when the pond was dry, and the family can’t eat that much—my mother won’t know if she doesn’t go out.”

A little girl with shofar braids nodded first, then shook her head, and said timidly, "But your mother will stuff money again..."

The little boy said: "Just take the money and fill it in the next time you sell grain."

Then he turned to the other children and said, "If someone mentions it, you should help explain it, so that people don't misunderstand Sun'er's mother... just don't let my mother know. Alright, let's share the fish!"

Everyone acted quickly, some to break the mud dam, some to break wicker to thread the fish, the little boy said: "Guoguo and Liuer stay here to practice calligraphy! You are too young to go into the water, turn around and get wet!" Take off your clothes, you are all fine, but your brother will inevitably be beaten up!"

So the two youngest children came back resentfully, picked up a branch and made pictures of cats and tigers on the ground.

The little boy took out his handkerchief, and carefully cleaned up the mud spots and grass leaves that were accidentally stained on his body.

"Brother Yunqi," the little girl Liu'er drew for a while, then turned her head to look at him, and said crisply, "It doesn't hurt at all to write with a branch, but why does Brother Yunqi have to wrap it in fine cloth every time? Look, Liu'er doesn't even cover it!"

Yun Qi replied: "Because if you write too much, your hands will get calluses!"

The little girl asked curiously: "Isn't it good to have calluses? My father and mother have calluses on their own hands, and my brother also has calluses."

Yun Dian nodded, and said seriously: "It's good to have cocoons, but...mother will feel bad!"

Liu Er blinked blankly, but Yun Qi didn't have the heart to explain her doubts. Instead, he looked at the sky and picked up his small bookcase: "It's almost time for school to end, and he should go back."

Just as he was about to explain a few more words, he suddenly heard a voice shouting from the small road towards the entrance of the village, sounding very anxious: "Yunqi! Yunqi!"

Yun Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the young man who was shouting, and the young man ran away while shouting, "Yun Qi, hurry up! Quickly! You, your mother...she's dying!"

Yun Qi's face instantly turned pale, and the bookcase in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Those children also heard the boy's shout, and surrounded him worriedly with a cry of alarm, before they got close, they saw Yun Qi wipe his eyes fiercely, and ran towards the village.

Just after running a few steps, he was caught by the gravel on the ground and fell hard, the dust flying up from the fall, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this kind of scene in the past, these children would laugh and laugh wantonly, but now they just feel sad when they see it, Yun Qi has already gotten up by himself, and ran forward without saying a word.

The boy who came to report the letter finally arrived at this moment, without saying a word, he scooped him up on his back, turned around and ran back the way he came.

Hearing the hoarse voice of thanks coming from his back, the boy's eyes were red, and his heart was heavy: What a good boy, but why is life so hard!

Yun Qi lay on the young man's back, tears streaming down his chin, drop by drop.

He knew that Chou Niang had been in poor health, but he was just procrastinating. He knew that this day would come sooner or later, and he knew that Chou Niang would not be with him for long... But no matter how well he knew, no matter how much preparation he had made, it really came to this time, useless, useless at all...

Chou Niang and his house are at the entrance of the village, the closest place to here, but in the past it was considered insignificant for more than one mile, but now it seems like there is no end to it.

Many people had already gathered outside the dilapidated courtyard. Seeing the young man bringing Yun Qi over, they all sighed quietly and moved aside.

The old village head stepped forward, patted Yunqi's head, and sighed: "I have already fed ginseng soup, and I have woken up. The doctor has already sent someone to ask for it, but... oh! Go in and have a good talk with your mother." Bar!"

Yun Qi raised his small face, showed him a bleak smile, turned it away, wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve, and combed his hair, then opened the curtain and entered the door: "Mother, I'm back. "

Chou Niang was leaning quietly on the bed, her face was gloomy, and her lips were also ominously off-white. Seeing Yunqi enter the door, she smiled and asked softly: "Is school over?"

The voice of speaking was not lacking in energy, it was even a little stronger than usual, but Yun Qi knew that it was just a flashback, and his heart was even more sour.

During these days, Chou Niang's body was getting worse day by day. He wished he could stay in front of her every day, but that day he came back an hour early, and he vomited blood angrily, and forced himself to get up again and beat her with a bamboo board. He has more than ten boards.

Yun Qi himself didn't feel the pain, but Chou Niang was heartbroken and distressed, and her illness became more serious. After that, Yun Qi didn't dare to go home early, as for taking time off to go home to serve Chou Niang I dare not even mention it.

Yun Qi gave a "hmm", nodded again, and explained: "Sir, I have something to do today, so I left school for a quarter of an hour early."

As he spoke, he walked to the bed and knelt down, and several peasant women guarding Chou Niang went out quietly and closed the door.

"Get up..."

"Here, mother."

Chou Niang raised her hand, gently stroked Yun Qi's little face, and sighed softly: "My Qi'er is so beautiful!"

Yun Qi said with tears in his eyes: "That's because Niang was born well."

"That's right," Chou Niang showed a feeble smile, with a rather smug look on her face, "Isn't it because she was born well..."

Her hand rested on Yun Qi's cheek, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared: "Qi'er, mother, I'm sorry... Mother promised you before, to watch you become the number one scholar, watch you marry a wife and have children, see Seeing your children and grandchildren in the house...Mother, I'm afraid I can't do it...I can't see it..."

You can't see my first son, the number one scholar, and my first name, my first son married a wife and had children, and I can't see my first son full of children and grandchildren...

Yun Qi lowered his head, suppressing the choked sobs in his throat, not letting Chou Niang see the tears welling up in his eyes, only feeling that thin, cold but gentle hand caressingly on top of his head over and over again.

"Don't cry, get up, don't cry." Chou Niang said softly: "Mother has something to tell you...

"There are some things that my mother planned to bury in my heart for the rest of my life, and I will bury them in the soil with my mother... But you, so young... Mother dare not tell you, but she dare not not tell you..."