Song Yuanhuanzhi

The rice left by Song Huan was cooked by the old woman that night, and the whole family had a real meal of white rice porridge.

The family eats together at the same table after a long absence.

No sound was made during the whole process, and the rule of never talking was followed.

He ate three meals of rice porridge in a row.

Until the next night, the old man called his wife and son to the bed and said calmly, "I have already written the sacrificial oration."

"Looking back on this life, although it was rough, it was poor and noble. I have no regrets or regrets in my heart."

The old man looked at his old wife and son. He remembered that the youngest son was only 20 years old, right?

If you take a closer look today, it looks like you are 30 years old.

The old wife seemed to be stooped a little more.

Of the three people in the room, the most human-like was actually himself.

The old man only felt a fishy smell coming up, he closed his mouth tightly, swallowed the smell silently, pretending to be nothing, "I think of Yan Zhao, who became famous as a young man, with outstanding talent, and can't show his ambitions in the officialdom. The harvest of the pastoral field is not self-sufficient."

"You and I were married, but we didn't have a good day. If there is an afterlife, I hope you find a good man who can treat you well."

The old man's ambition is still dying, and he is unwilling to make up for it in the next life.

The old man looked at his only son again, who was very reticent.

In his memory, he loved to eat when he was a child, but his skinny appearance now makes him feel a little bit of regret.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, looked at his son and said, "You have to study hard, the study room is full of your father's treasures and my hard work in this life, you have to remember, my son Yan Zhao can't be ignorant Character?"

The mother and son listened to the last words of the head of the family in silence.

Early the next morning, the man died.

The old woman did not go to find wild vegetables early as usual, but silently washed the old man's body.

Dip a little water with pomelo leaves and sprinkle it on the old man's face, so that he can cleanse himself and rest in peace.

However, the old woman thought, his life's ambitions had not been fulfilled, and perhaps it was impossible to rest in peace.

A deep pit was dug, wrapped in a mat, and buried like this.

The old woman sat alone in front of the grave for a long time.

She is thinking about her life.

She married him at the age of 16, when he was famous, and she was glad that the two families had an agreement.

In her boudoir, she is full of fantasies and hopes for the future.

She thought that such a talented man could become her husband-in-law.

Really God bless her.

But after marrying into Yan's family for ten years, all the beautiful dreams never happened.

He doesn't see himself, only court and books.

She comforted herself, it's okay, everything will be fine when Xianggong becomes an official.

In the constant anticipation, it finally arrived. I didn't expect that the first time he was an official, the position was in the capital, and his talent was not in vain.

She thought it was a blessing in disguise.

But not long after, he resigned and retired.

The pastoral life is indeed comfortable and unrestrained, but after the money in the money box became less and less, this day changed.

So she picked up the spatula, picked up the hoe, and began to learn to identify wild vegetables...

At that time, she naively thought that everything was only temporary.

Unexpectedly, the hope in the middle turned into disappointment and even despair again and again.

A fire burned down the house, her eldest son was gone, everything was gone, she couldn't restrain herself from crying.

But she can't indulge in sadness, and there are five children around her who need her to take care of.

She will never forget how suffocating she was during the few months of living on the boat, and it also made her completely lose her inner reserve.

He sold his ancestral property and moved his family.

She thought she would start over, but unfortunately, she was wrong.

Her husband-in-law is not at all the husband-in-law she knows.

He only appears when the farming is busy, and he disappears after the busy farming. He indulges himself, talks about the past and the present with his friends, and enjoys drinking.

When the imperial court sent someone to invite Xianggong to be an official, she was so happy that she wept.

The gods finally heard her plea.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the good news was announced, the Xianggong refused to resign, saying that he was disheartened and humiliated, that he would not be safe at the end of the festival, and that he disdained working with mediocre officials.

He shouted angrily, and beat the messenger away.

She didn't expect such an ending.

However, what can she do as a woman and child?
The joy was completely dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

The son has grown up, but no one is willing to marry the daughter in, and the family can't afford the dowry.

My son is sick and has no money to see a doctor.

The son is hungry and has no money to eat porridge.

Later, the sons died.

She couldn't even get them to eat a full meal before they died.

She huddled in a corner and wept silently, her hair turned gray all night.

What to do, what to do...

son, my son...

Mother has no ability!
I couldn't feed you enough!

Can a starving ghost be reincarnated as an adult...

Can you please intercede with Lord Yan!

Son...

She suddenly thought, pleading with Lord Yama would inevitably require money for activities, right?
She gritted her teeth and wiped away tears, stole the paper at night, folded it into ingots and burned them.

She thought, is this the most outrageous thing she has done in her life?

He was muttering about being poor in front of him, but mother will not let you go on the road poor after death.

If a person is alive, he must continue to work hard to survive.

She took her youngest son and shuttled constantly between the fields.

She didn't expect that she could know so many wild vegetables, and even taste some of them for medicinal purposes.

She lived like this until his friend came to visit that year, and she didn't know that he had 200 taels of money before his son died.

And he never said one more word to himself, his son is dead!

Son, dead...

dead!
If you can have the 200 taels, you can buy a house, buy land, marry a wife, and you can live more than enough.

But, she never expected, never expected, that he would save all of them in the wine shop.

Hahahahahahaha...

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, crying silently.

Who is she married to?
Marrying a ghost is nothing more than that! ?

She understands the alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol. It turns out that in his eyes, his wife and children are not as important as a pot of wine or a book.

Hahahahahaha!

What a noble, open-minded, upright character!
What a simple life, not for profit!

What a stick to the poor festival, never waver!

What a poor man who "doesn't care about wealth, and doesn't worry about poverty"!

Now, he is dead, but he has suffered for his son!

What a "outstanding and independent" hermit!

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the wet tombstone.

She heard her son shouting anxiously behind her, "Mom!"

The old woman coughed and coughed the blood stuck in her throat.

It turned out that the old woman was overworked, sick from overwork, and her body was already dilapidated.

But she is unwilling, unwilling to die before him, she is worried, worried about this poor son, she will only have this only son left...

That's her heart!

Now that he died, the tone she raised also disappeared.

She fell into a thin and warm embrace, and her presbyopic cloudy eyes could not see her son's face clearly, but she could imagine his son crying.

The pain and numbness faded from her face, and she said to her son tenderly and lovingly, "Son, mother is sorry for you, mother still wants to spend more time with you..."

"But, mother is afraid that your elder brothers will be bullied underground, so mother has to go and see first! You have to be well alone."

"Your father, your father, the books left for you, you can keep them or sell them, it doesn't matter..."

"Son, from now on, you have to take care of yourself, mother, mother will come to see you, don't be disobedient..."

He felt the breath of the person in his arms disappear.

The whole poetic field courtyard instantly turned gray, only the resounding voice full of reluctance and despair, "Mother!"

The heart-piercing pain, it turned out to be like this.

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