Mother Shuanzi was finally laid to rest, and the relatives and friends who came to Lao Wang's house to help mourn her also dispersed.

The first lunar month is almost over, and it will soon be the second month of the lunar calendar. After the new year is over, every household will start to prepare for the spring farm work.

As a result, only Wang Hongquan, Yang Huamei, Wang Shuanzi and their two children were left in Lao Wang's family.

Sadness and desolation are like a glass of strong wine.

When you first drink it, it will feel spicy and pungent and difficult to swallow.

But after you swallow it, you will have a brief period of numbness, and you will be able to eat, laugh, punch with others, and so on.

But when you drink it and simmer it for a while, the stamina builds up, and only then do you realize how powerful this wine is.

In the same way, the feeling of losing a loved one is the same.

The day after Shuanzi's mother was buried, Yang Huamei, who had been tired for several days, was so sleepy that she couldn't get up in the morning, but Big White and Little Black woke up.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

"Mom, I'm hungry too!"

Listening to the two sons holding their stomachs on the small bed next to the big bed shouting that they were hungry, Yang Huamei mumbled as usual in a daze: "Go to grandma when you are hungry. Grandma is probably cooking in the kitchen."

Then he turned over and went back to sleep, but Dabai burst into tears.

"Grandma...grandma is gone..."

Yang Huamei suddenly sat up in shock, and then she came to her senses. Her mother-in-law was no longer here, and she would be the only hostess in this house for a long time.

Cooking, laundry, gardening, feeding pigs, chickens and ducks are all tasks you have to do yourself.

Just like now, if I don't get up and make a fire to cook, the children will have nothing to eat, and my father-in-law and Shuanzi will also starve.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to drag her sore body to get dressed and get out of bed and go to the kitchen.

My mother-in-law used to take care of the kitchen most of the time. The placement of the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, as well as other pickles and vegetables, were all controlled by my mother-in-law.

Yang Huamei occasionally did little things, but now she suddenly took over the power of the pot and shovel. Facing the cold pot stove and unable to find the flint, she squatted on the ground and really wanted to cry at the top of her lungs.

I finally struggled to cook a pot of porridge. I couldn't make pancakes, so I had to boil an egg for each of the two children.

Then he put a small bowl of pickles on the table. At this time, Wang Hongquan was squatting in the yard and smoking a dry cigarette in silence.

Wang Shuanzi took the two children to rinse their mouths and wash their faces. The two children had been waiting impatiently at the table.

Wang Shuanzi came to the kitchen to help Yang Huamei serve food.

"Meier, thank you for your hard work." Wang Shuanzi said.

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "I am also the mother of two children. From now on, I will learn these things one by one. I will make sure that you men are well fed and clothed, and you will not be laughed at when you walk outside."

Wang Shuanzi nodded, raised his hand and held Yang Huamei's hand, "After dinner, I quickly went to the village school to check on the school. The school has started and the students have all come back to study."

"I've been delayed for three or four days because of family matters, and I can't delay any longer. Although Qing'er is kind to us and doesn't deduct my wages, I still feel guilty after being delayed for a long time."

Yang Huamei said: "Well, you go ahead. Qing'er is responsible for taking care of our family as a school nurse. Not only will you eat, drink and live in the school, you can still get four hundred coins a month."

"I raise chickens and feed pigs at home, plant a vegetable garden, my father takes care of the crops, and my two children go to school. Even if my mother is gone, our family can work together to make our little life prosperous!"

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After breakfast, Wang Shuanzi went to school, but Da Bai and Xiao Hei stayed at home.

It's not that Yang Huamei doesn't let the two brothers go to school, but that the two children are already ten years old after the Chinese New Year, and they will be eleven years old by the twelfth lunar month in the second half of the year.

The husband who taught them before, as well as Yang Yongxian, both said that it was time for these two children to be sent to the town's school to receive orthodox teaching in order to prepare for the imperial examinations and scholar examinations.

After all, the primary school on the mountainside behind the village was run by Yang Ruoqing with her own money. Yang Yongxian and another scholar were hired to teach in order to benefit the children in the village and enlighten them.

In today's terms, it is equivalent to preschool. At a certain point, students will naturally have to be sent to a school in the town to study.

This year, several children in the village from the same batch as Dabai and Xiaohei will go to the town to study. Of course, more children will graduate from Haitang Academy.

The family had no means to send them to the town to continue their studies, so they packed up their things and returned home. In the spring, they helped the adults work in the fields and inherited the hoe handle from their ancestors.

Or you can find someone to find connections with and send him to work as a craftsman elsewhere to learn a skill or something.

Dabai and Xiaohei were deeply impressed by the old Yang family, so Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were determined to cultivate them.

In terms of money, the natal family will support them. As long as the two children get a little bit of fame, cousin Da'an and cousin-in-law Luo Fengtang will be able to arrange errands.

So Yang Huamei planned to send the two children to a school in the town after their grandmother had passed her first seven years of school, and return home once a month.

Let's talk about the beginning of spring at Yang Ruoqing's house, and she received the first letter from Luo Fengtang in the new year.

When she wrote to him last time, she told Luo Fengtang everything about Dazhi in detail.

At this moment, Luo Fengtang sent home a letter. When the letter arrived, Yang Ruoqing weighed it and found that it was a little heavier and thicker than before.

When I opened it and took a look, Guaiguai, there were actually three pieces of letter paper. This is really a rare style.

In the past, he wrote two letters to death. Even if he sometimes missed him terribly, he would just draw an expression at the end of the letter to express it.

There are three pieces of paper this time, and they must be talking about ambition.

Yang Ruoqing sat down by the flower bed, holding the letter and reading it carefully.

Tuoba Xian sent Luo Baobao to school. When she came back, she saw Yang Ruoqing sitting here reading a letter. Tuoba Xian did not say anything, but stood quietly and waited.

Her son's letters home are also what she cares about the most.

After making sure that Yang Ruoqing had finished reading, Tuoba Xian came over.

"Qing'er, is Feng Tang's family letter? What's his current situation in Tianhai County?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Yang Ruoqing put down the letter, stood up and said, "Mother, please sit down."

She helped Tuoba Xian sit down and put the letter in front of her, "Mom, please read it yourself."

Tuoba Xian smiled slightly, but pushed the letter away.

"Mom is too lazy to read the text, so just tell me the general content."

She said, this book is written by the son to his wife. As a young couple, there must be one or two sentences about love in it.

For the sake of face, the daughter-in-law, as her mother-in-law, spoke up, and she would definitely be embarrassed to refuse.
Chapter completed!