It's the spring silkworm season again, the boats coming and going in the city river, and the wharf of Silk Xingdai is full of cocoon farmers' boats; On the road, there are groups of picking, carrying, and all silk lines are in the wharf to open the cocoon, and the whole Nanxun town is very lively, a prosperous scene.

Dongmei and Qiumei came to the silkworm station to look for Song Hongsheng and asked him for news about his mother. They learned from Song Hongsheng that Hong Ying was not in her mother's house, but lived alone in Shen Zhuangyang, not far from Jili Village, and made a living by helping others peel silk.

Dongmei and Qiumei together plan to go to Shen Zhuangyang to find Hong Ying. They sneaked out when their grandmother and aunt went to the temple to burn incense, and hired a sedan chair to find Shen Zhuangyang.

When they arrived at Shen Zhuangyang, Dongmei and Qiumei got off the sedan chair and asked the maid Rose and Rhododendron to inquire in the village.

They hurried to the west, walked across a small stone bridge, an old locust tree in front of the door, and saw three large tiled houses with black tiles and white walls, the field in front of the house was cleaned, a hen carrying a flock of chickens was foraging, and a few wooden ducks were swaying and swimming leisurely on the field.

The door of the hall was hidden, Dongmei pushed the door in, and Qiumei followed closely. The former mother and daughter have not seen each other for a long time, and they are both inexplicably nervous.

Hong Ying, who was peeling silk in the house, heard the movement and thought that the neighbors were coming to chat, so she didn't think so, didn't get up, and was still working on her hands.

Dongmei and Qiumei stood at the door, and they couldn't help but feel sad when they saw that Hong Ying seemed to be a lot old and haggard.

Hong Ying didn't see anyone coming in, she looked up strangely, she saw Dongmei and Qiumei standing at the door and couldn't help but be stunned, the silk cotton in her hand was half covered, and the hot water dripped on the ground along her wrist.

Hong Ying said in a trembling voice: Girl, why did you get here, how did you find here?

Dongmei bit her lip and didn't make a sound, and Qiumei took the lead and said: Uncle Hong Sheng told us.

Hong Yingqiang held back his tears and beckoned: Come in and sit, don't stand stupidly.

Hong Ying pulled over the stool, wiped her hands with a scarf, asked them to sit down, and made them smoked bean tea.

Hong Ying asked: Are you hungry? I'm going to boil you sugar eggs.

Dongmei remembered that Hong Ying always asked her this in the past, and then brought out a bowl of sweet and steaming sugar eggs. Hong Ying's greeting made her feel like she was back to the days of calling Hong Ying "Mom".

Dongmei was sad in her heart, she lowered her head and wiped her tears, she wanted to call "Mom" again, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Hong Ying stepped forward to wipe away Dongmei's tears, and said with a reluctant smile: What are you crying about, you're about to go out, and you still look like a little girl who doesn't grow up.

Dongmei couldn't help it, she hugged Hong Ying and cried: Mom, do you know how much we miss you? Why are you ruthless and don't want us anymore?

Dongmei's "mother" made Hong Ying burst into tears, she hugged Dongmei and Qiumei on the side tightly, and the former mother and daughter cried together.

After the three of them calmed down, Hong Ying fetched hot water to wash their faces, smeared alabaster, and cleaned up before sitting down to talk.

Dongmei asked: Mom, Qiumei and I have never been able to figure out, why did you want to leave us? Is there anything you have trouble with, so you can't tell us?

Dongmei also looked at Hong Ying expectantly, hoping to hear a satisfactory answer that she had been wondering about for a long time.

Hong Ying shook her head helplessly. Since leaving the Liu family, Hong Ying has imagined many times how to answer when she sees the children again, and she has also practiced many reasons, but when she faces Dongmei and Qiumei, what can she say to them?

Hong Yingdao: Girl, don't blame your mother, your mother is reluctant to let you still have An Lan and An Jiang. Although you are not biological, I brought you up, but it is only ten months missing. Actually, there's not a day I don't think about you. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you the reason, and you will not ask again in the future. When you go back, persuade your father, let him quickly find you another mother, don't delay because of me.

Dongmei and Qiumei were very disappointed, and Dongmei asked: Then do you live like this for the rest of your life?

Hong Ying said: If I can really live my life so peacefully, it will be the blessing of the Bodhisattva and my greatest creation.

When they left, Hong Ying took out a bunch of embroidery, including pillowcases, belly pockets, handkerchiefs and sachets, all embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, flowers blooming and pedicles, etc., which seemed to have been prepared in advance.

Hong Yingdao: These are for you to get married, all in duplicate, the two of you go back and divide it, I can't come to see you off when you get married, you all have to be good, when you get to your husband's house, you must be filial to your in-laws, concubines and concubines, and husband and wife should respect each other as guests. Hong Ying said as she burst into tears.

Dongmei and Qiumei held these embroideries, and they didn't know what to say with bitter faces.

Hong Ying sent them out of the door and said ruthlessly: Don't come here to look for me again in the future, so as not to have unnecessary trouble in the future. If you come again, I'll have to move somewhere else.

Hong Ying didn't wait for them to leave, and then closed the door.

Dongmei and Qiumei were sad and angry, Dongmei stomped her feet, gritted her teeth and shouted: I will never come again!

Dongmei pulled Qiumei and left. When they were far away, Hong Ying opened the door and came out, looking at the backs of Dongmei and Qiumei from afar, squatting on the ground and crying bitterly.

Liu Yongniang came back from burning incense with her aunt, and found that Dongmei and Qiumei had secretly gone to find Hong Ying, and they were really angry.

Waiting for Dongmei and Qiumei to enter the door, Liu Yongniang personally chased and beat the two granddaughters with a feather duster, which frightened Xiaoju and Xiaoju Niang hurriedly stopped.

Xiao Ju Niang said again and again: I can't do it, I can't do it! They are all members of the mother-in-law's family, and you beat them like this, and they won't be laughed at when they spread it?

Liu Yongniang is old after all, and she ran a few steps out of breath and didn't hit a single bit.

Liu Yongniang threw away the feather duster and scolded angrily in the air: You two useless things, you have to make me angry to death. People don't want us anymore, and you still run to beg her. What's going on? A country woman, can't our Liu family be inseparable from her? You are not her own child, your own mother is lying in the graveyard, and you do not see you running so diligently.

Xiao Ju Niang persuaded angrily: Sister-in-law, don't be angry, Dongmei and Qiumei, the two children, are also affectionate and righteous, and in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with them. After all, they were brought up by Hong Ying since childhood, and it is reasonable to go to see her.

Liu Yongniang's anger gradually subsided, and she sighed: Our Liu family doesn't know what sins we have done, and we have to be retributioned like this in this life. Yuhui, such a good daughter-in-law, died. Picking and picking this treasure and letting her enter the door, who knew that she was restless, and she didn't know what she was spreading outside. It is not safe for him to lie in the coffin. Now I don't know what Ah Yong thinks, he is busy with business all day long, but he doesn't care about his family affairs at all.

Xiao Juniang said with a smile: Ah Yong has an idea when he is young, you can't worry about him. Let's go, let's go playing mahjong.

After all, winter plums are larger and more ripe than autumn plums. She looked at the dowry that her mother had carefully prepared for herself, indicating that her mother still had them in her heart. Thinking about the words that my father once cared for: You can forget your father in this life, and don't forget your mother. Mom's mother is so taboo that they see her, which means that Mom must have something unspeakable, and something extraordinary, and she wants to uncover this mystery. Maybe Dad knows a little bit about it. I have grown up, I should care more about the affairs of the family, and secretly make up my mind that I must ask my father if I have the opportunity.