Mrs. Liu entered the main room of the main room. It was deathly quiet.
There was no sunlight coming in from the outside, and the patio had not been taken care of for a long time. It was filled with broken stools and discarded things, and it gave off a rotten smell.
The doors were all closed tightly, like an abandoned house that had been abandoned for a long time. It was completely opposite to the prosperous and bustling atmosphere of Yang Huazhong's house before.
Mrs. Liu first glanced at Yang Yongxian's house. The door was closed. She poked her head and pulled the crack in the door to peek in, but couldn't see anything.
Mrs. Liu had no choice but to continue walking in. When she passed by the door of Yang Yongzhi and Zhao Liu'er's house, she raised her hand and patted the door, shouting several times, "Liu'er, Liu'er?"
There was no movement in the house either. Mrs. Liu lowered her head and found that the door was locked. She remembered that during the previous chat, Mrs. Sun seemed to have mentioned that Zhao Liu'er and her two children had returned to the county town with Zhao Damao in the past few days. I went to my natal family over there.
The reason was that the Zhao brothers and sisters' only biological aunt in the world was ill. They went to visit her, and Zhao Liuer wanted to stay there to take care of her for a while.
Yang Yongxian was half dead, and Yang Yongzhi and Zhao Liuer were not in the house, so there was almost no living person in the front yard. Mrs. Liu continued to walk inside.
She passed by the patio and came to the back half of the main room. She saw the several ancestral tablets entangled in spider webs standing there alone. The candles in front of them had also been extinguished. All the offerings that had been placed there a long time ago were put on them. Mold, a rotten mess.
Mrs. Liu looked away, sighed, stood next to the Eight Immortals table under the shrine, raised her hand to touch the table, and touched the ashes in her hand.
Suddenly, I thought of many years ago, when the children had not grown up yet, and even the third bedroom had not been divided out. At that time, all the rooms in Lao Yang's family ate in a big pot.
Not to mention the holidays, even if we go there on weekdays, aren't these shrines and spiritual tablets wiped clean?
The whole family lives frugally and is not allowed to light the lights until dark, but on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, the candles here are lit all night long.
It was rare for the family to hold a tooth ceremony, so they had to put some offerings to the ancestors first. The old man and the old lady repeatedly gave orders not to steal the offerings. Even she, the most greedy person, did not dare to touch the offerings even if she was hungry.
It’s not that I really don’t dare to grab the ancestors’ offerings to eat, but I’m afraid of my parents-in-law, who will watch over me all night.
At that time, during the New Year, the old man and his family would stand here to burn incense and place offerings to the ancestral tablets. After the New Year’s Eve dinner, everyone would sit here to pay New Year greetings and watch the New Year. The children would chase and play around the patio, and a few daughters-in-law would cook in the backyard. Boiled dumplings in the house...
At that time, Yongxian, Meier, and the eldest brother were the most favored, while the third and fifth children had the least status in the family.
As for the children living in three and four bedrooms, they are even more unwelcome.
At that time, the whole family was noisy and crowded around the old man and the old lady. Although they were poor, life was tight. They could barely eat meat or buy two new clothes throughout the year. But now that I think about it, When we get up, the whole family is together, which is quite lively and down-to-earth.
Looking at now, there is no one in this empty main room. Where have all these people gone?
With such melancholy, Ms. Liu slowly opened the small side door leading to the backyard.
The backyard, when she lived here in the past, felt that the backyard was quite big, with two rows of wing rooms on the east and west, and a kitchen and dining hall across the middle.
But when I came back to look at it now, I suddenly discovered that the backyard was originally very small, and the yard in the middle was about the size of a palm. The old locust tree was actually cut down, and it was in the place where the old locust tree used to grow. Now there are several rows of wooden shelves. On the wooden shelves are placed large and small washed and yellowed cloth pieces, some round and some long.
Two familiar figures were standing in front of the wooden shelf sorting, putting the dried pieces of cloth into a basket, and then putting piles of washed pieces of cloth on the wooden shelf from the wooden basin at their feet. Then dry.
"Sister-in-law, third girl!"
Mrs. Liu excitedly shouted to the two figures.
Kim is deaf and mute, and her back is turned to this side, so she cannot hear or see at all.
The third girl raised her head and saw that the person who came was Mrs. Liu. Her eyes lit up, "Mom, why are you back? When did you come back? Why didn't you mention this to me when I went to town to see you before? Noise?"
Mrs. Liu smiled and said, "Originally I didn't plan to come back. Today I'm going to your second sister's house, just in time for them to come back. Your second sister invited me, so I came back together."
The third girl understood and asked, "What about my second sister and the others? Why didn't they come back to the old house?"
Mrs. Liu said, "They are all staying at your third uncle's house at the entrance of the village. You can pack up later and take Tiedan to your third uncle's house for lunch."
The third girl nodded repeatedly and went to remind Mrs. Jin, but was stopped by Mrs. Liu.
"I'll do it myself."
Mrs. Liu tiptoed up behind Mr. Jin, and suddenly raised her hand and patted Mr. Jin on the shoulder.
Jin turned around reflexively, and saw that the person standing behind her was Liu. Jin was so excited that she almost jumped up, grabbed Liu's hand, and screamed "yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"" I couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Mrs. Liu knew that Mrs. Jin couldn't hear the sound and could only read lips, so she gestured with Mrs. Jin and said while gesticulating, "Sister-in-law, I haven't seen you for a year. How are you?"
Jin nodded repeatedly and raised his hand to pat his chest, which meant that he was fine.
Then Jin poked Liu on the shoulder, pointed at the clothes Liu was wearing, and gave a thumbs up.
Both Mrs. Liu and the third girl could understand this meaning. They were praising Mrs. Liu for her good life and her well-dressed clothes.
Mrs. Liu smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up, and she quickly put the basket on her arm on the ground, uncovered the veil, took out a bunch of fruits from it with both hands and stuffed them into Mrs. Jin's hands.
There were bright red dried dates and big golden oranges, which were enough to fill Jin's two pockets, and she didn't stop until Jin couldn't hold them anymore.
The third girl stood aside and watched with a smile, very happy with her mother's change now.
In the past, auntie didn't expect to get an orange peel or a date core from my mother.
"Third girl, what are you and your aunt doing here? What are all the things hanging out here?"
Ms. Liu asked the third girl curiously.
When Mrs. Jin heard the question, she pointed to the east room behind her and made babbling gestures.
Mrs. Liu was a little confused, but fortunately the third girl explained, "Isn't my grandma a hemiplegia? She has to urinate and defecate on the bed. These diapers are indispensable. She needs nearly twenty pieces a day."
"Huh? Your breasts have reached this point now?" Ms. Liu was extremely surprised. She had heard about Mr. Tan falling into the ditch earlier, but she didn't expect the fall to be so serious.
"Didn't your grandma invite someone from the Zhang family to serve her earlier? Why are you two doing the washing?" Ms. Liu asked again.
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Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
