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Seeing her children and grandchildren like this, Yang showed a happy smile on her face.

She shook her head gently: "It doesn't have to be now, wait until the future, let's talk about it in the future. Now, Xiaosong and Xiaobai are going to school, Jiu Niang has just gotten married, and you have just established your feet in Tokyo, so don't waste it. Wait a few years, and you will all be free. Come, take me back."

After a pause, she said: "I also want to see the good future of my family."

“Besides, it’s not necessary to give them to everyone, just give them to whoever is convenient.”

After Yang finished speaking, she ordered Zhang Sijiu and Xu to wipe themselves and change their clothes.

He also said that he wanted to eat kimchi or noodles and rice porridge, and asked Zhang Xiaoshan to make them.

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes turned red.

As for Yang Yuanding and the others, they also retreated.

Xu's eyes were red and she couldn't help crying.

Even Zhang Sijiu couldn't control the slight trembling in his hands - even though he was used to seeing life and death, the death of a loved one was still different.

Yang's body was in a state of confusion. She was a little embarrassed, but she could only sigh: "Clean it up for me, I want to go on the road clean."

But everyone knows that it is difficult.

Zhang Sijiu forced a smile: "Don't worry, I have experience in this."

Yang laughed and said, "Our Jiuniang is really amazing."

Mrs. Xu helped Zhang Sijiu. Zhang Sijiu helped Mrs. Yang wipe her body, change her clothes, and put on a diaper. Mrs. Xu could no longer bear it. She lay beside Yang's bed and cried loudly: "Mother, mother, mother." , why can't you enjoy the blessing for a few more days? Why is God so anxious?"

Yang touched Mrs. Xu's back and said, "When you get old, there will always be this time. I don't feel any pain, and I won't cause you any trouble or pain. That's good."

What she fears most is that when she gets old and sick, she lies in bed and has to be taken care of. Not only will she suffer, but her descendants will also suffer.

Then, she asked Mrs. Xu to see why Zhang Xiaoshan hadn't cooked yet.

After Mrs. Xu left, Zhang Sijiu was left alone in the room.

Yang looked at Zhang Sijiu for a long time.

Zhang Sijiu knelt beside the bed: "Grandma, if you have anything to say, just say it, I'm listening."

Yang didn't speak for a long time, until Zhang Sijiu almost thought he might stop talking, then he heard a sigh: "Jiu Niang, are you my Jiu Niang?"

Zhang Sijiu was shocked. He didn't expect that Yang would ask this question.

This question made her even more confused as to how to answer it!

However, Yang didn't seem to need her answer, so she spoke again: "Jiuniang, grandma has always been scared when she has looked at you for so many years."

Zhang Sijiu calmed down: "What is grandma afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that these good days are just a dream. I don't know when the dream will wake up." Yang's voice was full of sigh: "I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, my family will be so poor that a mouse comes in, and I will cry. Looking forward to going out."

"No, all of this is true." Zhang Sijiu held Yang's hand: "The second uncle and second aunt opened a workshop, which was very famous, and contracted the canteen, so slowly accumulated, not to mention rich , at least the family won’t be short of money to spend.”

"With this craft, I dare not say it will be passed down from generation to generation, but within three generations, no one will be poor."

"Xiaosong and Xiaobai are studying. If they do well, they will be able to protect their descendants for decades in the future. If their descendants continue to do well, they will be in good times for decades."

Listening to Zhang Sijiu's description, Mrs. Yang smiled and rubbed Zhang Sijiu's hand: "It's all because of you that the Zhang family is what it is today." "Jiuniang, thank you." Mrs. Yang said this, and then said: "I'm leaving. I can't see the good times ahead. What I worry about the most is Little Pumpkin. Little Pine and Little Bai have parents, but Little Pumpkin has nothing."

"I'm afraid that she will be wronged in the future."

"I used to think about passing her on to your second uncle, and then letting Xiao Bai take over your big house. But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. It's just a matter of face, and it's not necessary."

"I still want to leave your father's blood and leave him descendants. In the future, he will not lose his incense and become a lonely ghost that no one cares about."

As Yang spoke, she cried: "That's the flesh that fell off my body. I always think, even if God asks me to pay for it with my life, don't let him go!"

Zhang Sijiu burst into tears and couldn't help it.

Yang himself stopped quickly: "Forget it, what are you talking about? God won't listen to me."

"I just can't rest assured. She's still so young - without me, she should be afraid." When Yang thought of Little Pumpkin, her heart ached: "How can I rest assured..."

"Grandma, don't worry." Zhang Sijiu met Yang's eyes and said word by word: "I am Little Pumpkin's biological sister. I will protect her at all times. I will find her a good husband who knows both cold and hot. , save her a shop and property, so that even if she just sits at home in this life, she will not have to worry about food and clothing."

When Zhang Sijiu said something, Yang nodded once. When Zhang Sijiu finished speaking, she rubbed Zhang Sijiu's hand and praised her repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay."

"Not only the little pumpkin, the little pine and the cypress, but also the second uncle and the second aunt, I will take care of them. As long as I am here, there will be no problems in the family!" Zhang Sijiu solemnly promised.

There was a smile on Yang's face, and then she warned: "Jiuniang, you have to be good too. Be good."

Then, she closed her eyes: "I'm very sleepy, I'll squint for a while. Call me when the meal is ready."

Yang leaned on the soft backrest and closed his eyes as expected.

Zhang Sijiu lay beside the bed and cried.

She touched Yang's wrist, feeling the increasingly weak and slow pulse, and felt weak.

Zhang Xiaoshan ran in holding a bowl: "Mother, mother - the meal is ready!"

Zhang Sijiu raised his head and shook his head slightly at Zhang Xiaoshan.

After all, Yang still couldn't eat this bite of gnocchi porridge.

The meal was ready, but I couldn't wake her up.

Zhang Xiaoshan held the bowl and slowly sat on the ground. After a while, he started crying like a child: "Mother, mother—"

Xu's and others' cries also sounded outside.

Not long after, Yang Yuanding came back with the coffin. When he saw everyone like this, he knew that Yang had left, so he could only comfort everyone.

Although the rain is pouring down and I don’t know when it will stop, the memorial shed still needs to be erected and the body still needs to be encrypted. Relatives and friends must be notified and Taoist priests must be invited to chant sutras and perform rituals.

Everyone gets busy.

Zhang Sijiu held Little Pumpkin's hand and carried her with him.

Yang's clothes had been changed and wiped on her body, so she just spread them in the coffin and put them in.

After the burial, everyone in the Zhang family, except Zhang Xiaoshan and the Xu family, had to go around. The younger generation, led by Zhang Sijiu, were all kneeling in the mourning hall.

Zhang Sijiu knelt there, looking at the dark coffin, and his heart was complicated. It was not until late at night that he finally recovered. (End of chapter)