Cao Bamei hasn't come back yet, so let's go talk to her fifth aunt. In this twelfth lunar month, every household is busy preparing for the New Year.

Washing, drying, etc., everything is busy.

"I'll just bask in the sun in the yard, and when it's noon, I can go over there with my mother to deliver food to Mr. Qian," Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun said: "That's fine."

In the morning, Mrs. Sun brought a big chair with a backrest to the small yard at the door of the kitchen.

There is good sunlight here, and there are houses on all sides to protect you from the wind.

Mrs. Sun spread a soft cushion on the chair and took a small blanket to cover Yang Ruoqing's legs.

Several plates of hot tea, melon seeds, orchid beans, peanuts, etc. were placed beside them.

By the way, there are also bright red oranges.

And she herself was busy on the side.

Yang Ruoqing sat on a chair, watching Mrs. Sun wipe the tools for making maltose, while chatting with her about household matters.

What I talk about the most is the baby in my belly.

As delivery is approaching, what I want to know most is my experience and skills in giving birth, as well as the care of newborn babies.

While doing things, Sun told Yang Ruoqing her own experience without reservation.

When mother and daughter are together, they can talk about anything thoughtful.

Yang Ruoqing feels that she has really learned a lot. She used to be an agent and knew a lot of things.

However, I don’t know how to be a woman, a daughter, and a mother.

Until I traveled here and met Sun and Luo Fengtang...

She learned a lot.

She likes herself as she is now, this is her real life and her rich identity.

If a person lives in this world without any ties, then he can really die.

It is precisely because of the bond that it has the meaning to continue to exist.

Now she has found this meaning.

Mrs. Sun next door heard the couple chatting in the yard, and brought Xiaojie over to join in the fun.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stood up and gave the big chair under her to Grandma Ga.

Old Mrs. Sun said: "I can sit wherever I want. You have such a heavy body, so you can sit down."

Mrs. Sun went to the dining hall and brought out two more chairs for Mrs. Sun and Xiaojie to sit on.

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren gathered together to chat, while Xiaojie sat next to Yang Ruoqing, looking at her belly with curiosity on her face.

As everyone was chatting, the topic turned to the Chinese New Year.

Mrs. Sun said: "It has been almost three years since our family moved out of Sunjiagou."

"I haven't been back to Sunjia Village for the Chinese New Year in three years. The last time I went back was during the Qingming Festival with your father and your sister."

"It is said that the tomb of the ancestral grave has collapsed, and the old houses at home are about to collapse."

"If you want to go back to Sunjiagou in the future, you might as well demolish the old house and dig the foundation to build a new one." Old Mrs. Sun said.

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she raised her head.

"Mom, you and dad are still planning to go back to Sunjiagou to build a house?" she asked.

"The yard next door belongs to you. Sister and the others are doing a good job raising pigs, and Dajie also goes to school."

"Why don't you go back to Sunjiagou to build a house and settle down here!" Mrs. Sun said.

Old Mrs. Sun said: "It's nice outside and everything is convenient, but the ancestral graves and everything else are in the mountain valley behind Sunjiagou. That's where your father and his family have their roots!"

"Your Dagagong and the others are still in Sunjiagou. There is nothing we can do to cut them off," said Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun was silent, with a trace of separation sadness on her face.

Yang Ruoqing on the side was also thinking about this matter.

The fox dies on the hill, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. The rural concept of this era is extremely strong.

When working as officials outside, many times people from the same hometown will stick together and form their own faction.

In the same way, ordinary people, no matter how high the sky is outside or how vast the sea is, they will always only focus on the land where they grew up and lived.

She herself said that she had been away for a long time and she really wanted to return to Changping Village.

Therefore, it is understandable that Ga Gong and the others are worried about Sunjiagou.

Seeing my mother's sad look, the Sun family was just an idea, so she became sad in advance.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said to Mrs. Sun, "Granny, look at you, my mother is probably not happy this year."

Old Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on Mrs. Sun, and the old lady smiled lovingly and helplessly.

"I'm going to be a grandma, and I'm going to have a house full of children and grandchildren. Why are you still acting like a little girl who hasn't grown up yet?" Old Mrs. Sun said.

"Your father and I are just an idea."

"If I really want to go back, I don't know how long it will be!"

"Besides, now that your father and I are older, it's inconvenient to cross mountains and ridges, and farm work is not as good as it used to be."

"Everything in the house is supported by your sister and your wife. In the end, it is up to them to decide whether to go back and build a house or stay outside to take root."

"You, don't be sad, aren't we still together?" Mrs. Sun coaxed and persuaded.

After hearing this, Mrs. Sun felt a little better.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie sitting next to them, Sun blushed.

Mrs. Sun sighed and continued: "Even if your father and I don't leave, there is no such thing as a banquet in this world, so we can't stay with you forever."

"The day your father and I have to leave in the future, we will eventually return to the valley behind Sunjiagou..."

"mother!"

Ms. Sun interrupted Old Mrs. Sun again.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Why do you always say such things when you're so good?"

Sun's voice was a little eager, a little reproachful and dissatisfied.

But what's more, it's fear.

"It's the Chinese New Year, and I'm wiping the tools for making maltose during the Chinese New Year. Can you say something auspicious?" said Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled helplessly, realizing that she seemed to have said a bit too much.

The old lady smiled apologetically and nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it anymore."

Although Yang Ruoqing deliberately found some lighthearted topics to talk about later, it was obvious that Sun and the others were still a little depressed.

Near noon, Mrs. Sun and Xiaojie returned to the yard next door.

Here, Ms. Sun looked at the direction in which Mrs. Sun left and sighed.

"Your grandma has never said anything like this before. Even when life at home was very difficult, she was always smiling."

"When she suddenly told me this, I had a bad feeling," said Sun.

"Mom, why do you have such a premonition?" Yang Ruoqing asked with some confusion.

Sun said: "Lao Yang's family had two cats in the past. Before they died, the cats seemed to be able to predict their deaths. They would quietly find a place to hide and wait quietly for death."

"There are some elderly people in the village who, when the deadline approaches, will gather their children and grandchildren together to explain a lot of things."
Chapter completed!