Fortunately, Wang Hongquan and the others also said angry words and did not seriously abandon her and go back first. The three of them parked the ox cart under a big tree on the roadside outside the south gate of the town.

Wang Hongquan and his eldest son-in-law squatted on the side of the road smoking dry cigarettes, while Aunt Dabai sat on a pile of firewood with a long face and sulked.

Seeing Yang Huamei running towards us from a distance, Aunt Dabai snorted, "I don't know what Mei'er is doing!"

"We've been talking about this all the way, why don't you say a few words less?" Her man raised his head and winked at her.

Aunt Dabai curled her lips.

Panting, Yang Huamei ran forward, took out a packet of snacks from behind and stuffed it into Aunt Dabai's hand.

"What Dabai asked me to bring you is my aunt's favorite crispy twist."

"What?"

Aunt Dabai's face suddenly turned gloomy. She opened the corner of the wrapping paper and took out a small twist that was about the size of a finger. The twist was sprinkled with white sesame seeds.

"Tsk, tsk, I like this twist. If that kid still has some conscience, it's not worth my pain for him."

Aunt Dabai sat on the tall pile of firewood and ate the mahua. It was crunchy and crunchy. Her face, which had been tense since she ordered the food, finally had a smile.

Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and handed over the pack of tobacco she had brought to Dabai's uncle. Of course Dabai was respectful in her words.

Uncle Dabai didn't say anything, he took it and put it in his pocket with a smile.

Wang Hongquan watched all this in silence. Normally, he would have given a few compliments to his eldest grandson, but now the old man stuffed his cigarette stick into his lower back, stood up and greeted everyone: "Go back, the sun will set soon."

"

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Wang Hongquan and Yang Huamei got out of the car. Aunt Dabai and his wife drove their ox cart and continued forward. Yang Huamei politely asked to stay: "Shall we have dinner before leaving?"

Aunt Dabai said: "No, I've been out for a day, and I'm worried about everything going on at home."

"Okay, then I'll be tiring my eldest sister and my eldest brother-in-law today."

Yang Huamei was really embarrassed.

Aunt Dabai waved her hand: "Forget it, forget it. If we don't speak the same language, who would let him be my eldest nephew? I'm leaving."

Looking at the oxcart going away, Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief.

"That package of twists and tobacco, was it your idea?"

Wang Hongquan's deep voice faintly reached Yang Huamei's ears.

She turned her head, looked at her father-in-law in surprise, and hesitated: "I..."

Wang Hongquan waved his hand, "Don't say anything, just go back, hey!"

The old man walked in front with his hands behind his back, his back more bent than before.

"I don't know how long I can help you with my body and bones. If the child fails to live up to expectations, you and Shuanzi must make plans for yourselves as soon as possible..."

"Dad, what did you say?"

The old man was muttering something, but Yang Huamei was a few steps away and didn't listen carefully.

The old man stopped and said, "Nothing, just go home!"

Yang Huamei was so worried that she didn't dare to tell her parents' family. Dabai had a really bad impression on her parents' family. This trip of forty taels of silver should be the last time she borrowed money. If she told her parents' brother about today's trip to town,

My sister-in-law said, I'm afraid they will hate Dabai even more.

As for Tan? It’s hard to tell Yang Huamei.

Mom always stands by her in everything. If she had known that Dabai was holding his wife in the palm of his hand and paying filial piety, she might have scolded Dabai for being heartless.

After much deliberation, I could only tell Wang Shuanzi this while sleeping at night.

"Although the mistress and master did help him a lot, we are the relatives who gave birth to him and raised him. I can't say anything in front of you now, for fear of adding to Dabai's burden, but in my heart

It’s really unpleasant.”

"The taste of the food is all for his wife, that's all. I was sitting next to him, and even though there was such a big plate of shrimp, he didn't even put one in my bowl."

"Looking at how carefully he served his wife, I almost didn't recognize him. I was the one serving him in front of me. He was like a child. In just a blink of an eye, he learned all the things I had learned.

Use it to serve others..."

The more Yang Huamei talked, the more aggrieved she became. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and choked up: "What kind of mistress is she? She didn't give birth to him and she didn't raise him... Isn't it just to see that other people are richer than our poor parents? It depends on their parents."

You have to be good-looking and more respectable than my birth mother, Shuanzi, I feel very uncomfortable because I am afraid that my eldest son will be raised by someone else..."

Wang Shuanzi could only caress Yang Huamei's back and comfort her: "Don't think too much, Dabai is our son, and he will be there till the end of the world. This is something that no one can change."

"Even if he is close to his wife now, there is a reason. As a family, we can just silently support him from behind. Don't think too much about other things. He is still young, only fourteen after all. When he gets older, he will

It’s natural to polish and polish the outside.”

Such comfort made Yang Huamei feel better.

"When I went to town to eat today, I didn't even call out Xiao Hei. I feel guilty. We are enjoying a good life, while he is suffering in the academy..."

Wang Shuanzi smiled bitterly: "You're here again. Since ancient times, loving mothers often lose their children. Compared with those children who work at home and farm, he has no worries about eating and drinking in the academy and only focuses on studying. Why does he suffer so much?"

Yang Huamei laughed dryly: "Isn't this... I feel sorry for him that he didn't eat those hard dishes..."

"Have some appetite and don't take it too seriously, especially boys!" Wang Shuanzi said in a more serious tone.

"If he has the ability, he will suffer a little more now, and he will be prosperous in the future. If he doesn't have the ability, he will be prosperous now, but he will have to drink the northwest wind in the future. Don't feel too bad, that won't happen

good!"

Yang Huamei was worried that Wang Shuanzi would have to lecture for several hours later, so she quickly apologized perfunctorily and said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll correct it later. Don't worry, let's go to sleep."

A night of silence.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt noticeably cooler.

Yang Ruoqing added another woolen sweater to her autumn clothes.

Being a time traveler is good. You are ahead of others in many things, and woolen sweaters are one of them.

Look, this white, brown, black, and gray woolen sweater is soft and smooth in your hands. It is ironed and warm when worn on the body. It looks many times better than those clothes and pants stuffed with large cotton.

Especially for ladies who love beauty, wearing one will keep you warm and not bulky. Even in winter, you can have a light figure and slim waist.

She put it on for herself and put the other pieces in several packages to send to her uncle, aunt, mother-in-law and her parents.
Chapter completed!