The rice left by Song Huan was cooked and eaten by the old woman that night, and the family actually ate a meal of white rice porridge.

The family eats together at the same table after a long absence.

There was no sound during the whole process, and the rule of not saying a word was implemented.

I ate rice porridge for three meals in a row.

Until the next night, the old man called his wife and son to the bed, and said calmly, "I have already written the sacrificial text." ”

"Looking back on this life, although it is bumpy, it is poor and noble, and I have no regrets in my heart."

The old man looked at his wife and son, he remembered that this little son seemed to be only twenty years old, right?

If you look closely today, you look like you're thirty years old.

The old wife seems to be a little more rickety.

Of the three people in the room, the most human-like person was actually himself.

The old man only felt a fishy smell surging, he closed his mouth, and silently swallowed the fishy smell, as if nothing happened, "I want me Yan Zhao, a young man who became famous, has outstanding talent, can't show his ambitions in the officialdom, and can't even be self-sufficient in the harvest of ploughing the countryside." ”

"You and I have never had a good life, if there is an afterlife, I hope you find a good man who can be good to you."

The old man's ambition is still dead, and he is unwilling to compensate for it in the next life.

The old man looked at his only son again, who was silent.

In his memory, he loved to eat when he was a child, but now his skinny appearance makes him feel a trace of regret from his heart.

He closed his eyes, opened his eyes again and looked at his son and said, "You have to study hard, the study is full of your father's and my treasures and the hard work of this life, you have to remember, how can my Yan Zhao's son not be literate and hyphenated?" ”

The mother and son listened to the last words of the head of the family in silence.

The next morning, the man died.

The old woman did not go to look for wild vegetables early as usual, but silently washed the old man's body.

Dip a grapefruit leaf in a little water and sprinkle it on the old man's face, so that he can rest in peace.

However, the old woman thought, his life's ambition had not been fulfilled, and perhaps he could not rest in peace.

I dug a deep pit, wrapped it in a mat, and buried it like that.

The old woman sat alone at the grave for a long time.

She was thinking about her life.

She married him at the age of sixteen, and at that time he was famous, and she was glad that the two families had an agreement.

She is full of fantasies and hopes for the future.

She thought that such a talented man could become her father-in-law.

God bless her.

can marry into the Yan family for ten years, and all the fantasy beauty has not happened.

There is no self in his eyes, only the court and books.

She comforted herself that it was okay, and everything would be fine when the prime minister became an official.

In the constant anticipation, I finally looked forward to it, but I didn't expect him to be an official for the first time, and his position was in the capital, and his talent was still in vain.

She thought that the bitterness would come to an end.

But it didn't take long for him to resign and retire.

The rural life is indeed comfortable and chic, but as the money in the money box becomes less and less, the days change.

She picked up the spatula, picked up the hoe, and began to learn to identify wild vegetables......

At that time, she naively thought that everything was only temporary.

Unexpectedly, the hope in the middle turned into disappointment and even despair again and again.

A fire burned down the house, her eldest son was gone, everything was gone, and she couldn't help crying bitterly.

But she can't indulge in grief, and there are five children around her who need to be taken care of.

She will never forget how suffocating the months she spent on the ship, and how reserved she was completely lost.

Sold his ancestral property and moved his family.

She thought she would start over, but alas, she was wrong.

Her husband is not at all the husband she knows.

He only appears when the farm is busy, and after the farm is busy, he disappears, he indulges in wantonness, talks with friends about the past and the present, and drinks and talks.

When the court sent someone to invite the prime minister to join the court as an official, she was so happy that she cried.

The gods finally heard her plea.

Who knows, as soon as this good news was announced, the prime minister insisted on resigning, saying that he was disgraceful, saying that he was not guaranteed for the late festival, and that he disdained to work with mediocre officials.

He shouted angrily and smote away the messengers who had come.

She didn't expect it to be such an ending.

But what about her women and children?

The joy was completely washed away, and everything returned to peace.

The son is an adult, but no one is willing to marry his daughter in, and his family can't afford the dowry.

My son is sick and has no money to see a doctor.

My son was hungry and had no money for porridge.

Later, the sons died.

She didn't even get them a full meal before they died.

She cowered in the corner and wept silently, and her head turned white all night.

What to do, what to do......

Son, my son......

Mother is incapable!

I didn't get you guys fed!

Can a starving ghost be reincarnated as an adult......

Can you ask Lord Yama for intercession!

Son......

She suddenly thought, pleading with Lord Yama, she inevitably needs money to move, right?

She gritted her teeth and wiped her tears, went to steal the paper at night, folded it into ingots and burned it.

She thought, this is the most outrageous thing she has done in her life, right?

Talking in his mouth, he is poor in front of him, but my mother will not let you die and go on the road poor.

If you live, you have to continue to work hard to survive.

She took her young son and kept shuttling between the fields.

She didn't expect that she could know so many wild vegetables, and even be able to produce some medicinal uses through these.

Life went on like this, until his friend came to visit that year, and she learned that he had two hundred taels before his son's death.

And he didn't even say a word to himself, his son is dead!

Son, dead......

It's dead!

If you can have those two hundred taels, buy a house, buy land, and marry a daughter-in-law, life will be more than enough.

However, she never expected it, she never expected that he would save all of it in the wine store.

Hahahahaha......

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she cried silently.

Who is she married to?

That's all there is to marrying a demon, right!?

She understood the alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol, and it turned out that in his eyes, his wife and children were not as important as his pot of wine and a book.

Hahahahaha!

What a clear and spacious, upright temperament!

What a simple person, not for financial gain!

What a stubborn poor festival, unswerving!

What a poor man who "does not learn from wealth and wealth, and does not care about poverty"!

Now, he is dead, but he suffers his son!

What a "brilliant and independent" hermit!

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the tombstone where the ink had not dried.

She heard her son behind her anxiously shouting, "Mother! ”

The old woman coughed up the blood in her throat and coughed it up.

It turned out that the old woman was overly worried, overworked and sick, and her body was already in tatters.

But she was unwilling, unwilling to die in front of him, she was not at ease, she was not worried about this poor son, she was left with this only son......

That's the meat of her heart!

Now that he is dead, the breath she was carrying has also dissipated.

She fell into a thin and warm embrace, and her old and cloudy eyes could not see her son's face clearly, but she could imagine his son crying silently.

Her face was sad and numb, and she said to her son gently and lovingly, "Son, my mother is sorry for you, and my mother still wants to accompany you more......"

"However, my mother is afraid that your brothers will be bullied underground, so my mother has to go and see first! You have to be good alone. ”

"Your father, your father, you can keep or sell those books that you left for you, you can ......"

"Son, in the future, you have to take care of yourself, mother, mother will come to see you, don't be disobedient......"

I felt the breath of the person in my arms gone.

The entire poetic field courtyard instantly turned gray, leaving only the reverberating voice, full of reluctance and despair, "Mother! ”

The heart-rending pain, it turned out to be like this.