Widow Li turned her head to look at her son blankly, deaf to Li Jicai's words, as if she hadn't heard them.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

She let go of her hand and grasped it in mid-air, and saw her son, the tattered shirt was only the upper half of the pants, and the pants didn't seem to be worn anymore.

The son's head is very big, but his body is very thin, he has not eaten enough for a long time, he is really thin, and the skeleton on his body is obvious, as if there is only a layer of skin left and there is not much meat left, even if she has given him the most food here.

A hungry look, those big open eyes, even more highlighting the thinness of the cheeks.

The perennial dirty face seemed to be impossible to wash clean, and the hair, which was dirtier than straw, seemed to show signs of yellowing and rotting.

That's right, it looks as if her son is dying and is following in the footsteps of his husband.

If, if her son is gone, what face will she have to live in this world?

If her son is gone, what is the use of her dignity?

What the woman said was right, what was she stubborn about? Yes, she wants face and self-esteem.

But if she was the only one left, it would be fine, but now she has a son.

The most important thing for her should be her son, looking at her son's crying face, Widow Li's heart is like a knife.

The two tear streaks that slipped down seemed to be like a silent indictment of him, accusing her of choosing to be the enemy of the kindness and help that had been delivered to her by the whole, so that she had ended up even more depressed and difficult now.

By the way, after this season's grain cultivation time, she, what are she and her son going to eat?

Eating wild vegetables every day, I don't know when I have cooked a meal of rice extravagantly, and the only grain stored at home is the small bag of millet and the old small yellow rice. The sweet potatoes dug up from the soil last winter have already been eaten.

Others, others seem to be gone, there is nothing left.

Widow Li closed her eyes, exhaled heavily, and then shed two tears. Obviously, she is less than thirty this year, and when does it seem that she is already described as withered like the other fifty or sixty old women in the village, and the four wind candles are in their last years.

She didn't think it had anything to do with her when she collapsed and died, but he was reluctant and couldn't let go of his son.

After her husband died, she thought that her heart would die with her husband. The hopeless reality of the future has also lost the courage to face it again.

So with the help of the so-called backbone and self-esteem, I moved to this empty and uninhabited field, thinking that I was a maverick, that I was unique, and that I was proud of myself. In fact, it's just an escape.

Unconsciously neglected her son a lot, and now there is still a chance to redeem it, so from now on, she must think about everything to put her son first, and to live well for her son. And not for the sake of so-called self-esteem and pride.

When people are gone, what is the use of asking for those things, after all, it is necessary to choose what is most important to yourself.

Widow Li slowly turned around, and then approached her son, a twisted and ugly smile on her face.

But Widow Li's son didn't feel the slightest fear when he saw his mother like this, but rubbed his face with his dirty little hands, wiped his tears, and then stumbled towards Widow Li, opened his hands, and wanted to hug him.

And I don't know when, Li Jicai and Jasper Biluo have already gone away. So I didn't get a chance to see such a scene.

Li Jicai didn't think much about it, she said this mainly to make Widow Li recognize the reality. She is now an orphan and widow, and she has to sneer at the help of outsiders and disdain it.

It will be harder and harder in the future.

So why bother? It's better to be good, obediently accept the kindness of others, and then make yourself better, and if you have extra spare energy, you can even repay the people who helped you in the first place.

This is the most appropriate and rational thing.

Since Li Jicai came to this place, she has known that she is lonely and difficult to support alone, relying on begging, begging, and using all the resources that can be used, so that she has today, although it is not very stable, but relatively speaking, she has been able to eat and dress warmly.

Even if Jasper Biluo was sent to take care of her, the two of them were also serving with all their hearts, and there was nothing bad about it.

Having said that, in this turbid world, everyone's thoughts and practices are different, so naturally there will be different results.

Li Jicai thought that he was doing so much for her good, if Widow Li felt that her idea of thinking about her was wrong, and she was reluctant to be embarrassed.

Then Li Jicai will not be reluctant anymore, she has already fought for it many times, almost seven or eight times before and after.

I also found a lot of people to help persuade her, but it was useless, this time, she really tried her best.

If Qi Qingchu was there, maybe he would give her some advice, maybe he would come up with a better way.

However, Qi Qingchu seemed to have disappeared, and he didn't hear the slightest movement recently, nor did he send anyone to deliver him a letter, and there was no news.

I don't know if the letter she wrote to him was sent or not, and it wasn't actually a letter, it was just a random drawing on a piece of paper.

I don't know if Qi Qingchu can understand it?

To this day, Li Jicai's handwriting is still ugly and ugly. She secretly wrote a lot of words in private, but she found them so ugly that she couldn't take them.

There are also ghostwriters, such as Jasper, who will record what he wants to say directly from time to time, then stuff it into an envelope, and then send it out.

During this period, in order to fill his conscience, or perhaps an awkward and unaccustomed feeling, Li Jicai also wrote a letter to Jiang Xihu, and at that time he asked Biyu to ghostwrite.

A maid can write a beautiful poem, and looking at herself is like a ghost drawing a symbol.

Of course, the letter she wrote to Jiang Xihu was actually a short thing for some parents, or she said that she still lacked something here, and asked him to find a time to send someone to send it over.

Sometimes they complain about some things in the village, how the villagers are, and what interesting things have happened.

Or ask him how he has been mixing in the court recently, if he has encountered any difficulties, and if he needs her help to solve it.

Of course, only saying that they help solve the problem is actually just some polite words, not serious.

It is estimated that Jiang Xihu also knew and understood in his heart, so he didn't bother with him at all, as if he didn't see it, after all, Biyu said that the letters were handed over, but they all seemed to sink into the sea.

Oh, this troublesome thing is not on herself, she is still happy, Jiang Xihu has been doing better recently.

All the requirements are met, and the wind and rain are to be satisfied, so that Li Jicai can't help but feel that he is not a pig that is fattening, and when will he be killed?

Biyu explained with a smile, saying that there was no such thing, so let Li Jicai not worry too much, everything was fine in the palace and there was no problem.

This made Li Jicai let go of his worries a little and focus on his career in this village every day.

That's right, she's already treated what she's doing here like a career.

On the way back, Li Jicai dismantled his hair that had been tied up by Jasper in the morning as he walked, because it had been torn apart by Widow Li, so there was no need to tie it on his head in a fluffy way now.

On the contrary, it affects her image and looks very ugly.

Fortunately, Li Jicai's hair is very smooth to the touch, black and shiny, and very beautiful. Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.

Biyu had to comfort him and said that he would make a good one again when he went back.

In fact, they were also a little embarrassed, when Widow Li came to pull Li Jicai, they didn't pull the person down in time, so that Li Jicai was almost injured.

"Miss, let's not come here in the future, that Widow Li is very unreasonable and not easy to get along with, why should we have to beg for hardship, don't come in the future?" Biro whispered a suggestion.

Li Jicai condensed his face and replied "um".

This cold tone made Bi Luo and Bi Yu a little panicked, because Li Jicai had never spoken to them in such a tone.

"Miss...... Are you angry? We should have gone up earlier to help pull it, not to watch the show from the sidelines. Biluo took the initiative to admit her mistake.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, it's the widow who is brainless and can't see it, what do I want from her? Figure her poor? Figure how beautiful she looks? Figure She has a son?

No, just two acres of land, I can completely contract a mountain. Li Jicai said angrily.

I was still angry because of Widow Li's ignorance, obviously she was kind-hearted, since she didn't want to ask for it, she didn't want to ask for it, she was really asking for her own hardship.

"Miss, don't you often say that pie in the sky doesn't fall in vain? Isn't that what you're doing now is to make that widow look like she's a pie? Bi Luo silently questioned.

"Yes, yes, you're right, I shouldn't have taken a fancy to her in the first place, I regarded her as my first goal, if I found someone else, I wouldn't have so many problems, there are so many poor people, and I wouldn't be inferior to her, right?"

Li Jicai deliberately said sour words, in fact, she also knew in her heart that she shouldn't say this. It's just that I have anger in my heart.

"The first goal? Speaking of which, Miss doesn't seem to have told us yet, what does Miss want to do? ”

"It's nothing, I won't tell you until things don't work out, if it doesn't work out, say it now, wouldn't it be a shame if you don't do it well in the future, don't say it." Although Li Jicai didn't say anything, some of her actions and some thoughts revealed from time to time have already been revealed.