I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 109 has a lot of history
There is no other reason. Some words and some decisions determine what she can say and do as the head of the family, but it has to be too late.

If the move does not go smoothly, it will inevitably affect Fei La.

Yu Feiwan smiled heartily, she knew the old lady's intentions.

"You must remember to change your words in the future."

"Mrs. Fu is really sincere in her treatment of our family."

The old lady emphasized again.

It was completely dark, the cold wind outside the window was biting, and the small courtyard was pitch black, with only a faint ray of light coming through the gap in the curtains.
The snow in the winter months always falls quietly at night.

After a while, the jujube tree in the small courtyard was covered with a thick quilt, and even the big yellow dog was happily printing plum blossoms on the snow near the kennel, its little tail kept shaking, but the root of its tail was still A layer of snow fell, and the newly born chicks in the chicken coop were chirping.

To be honest, Yu Feiwan liked this small courtyard with green bricks and tiles.

Behind closed doors, it feels like a paradise.

She has been waiting for the big jujube trees in the yard to bloom and bear fruit. She can beat jujubes with Pingping and eat fresh crisp jujubes, or she can wait until they are ripe and eat soft sweet jujubes.

When summer nights come, she can enjoy the cool air in the yard. By then the kitten should have learned to pounce on cicadas.

She can also hold a flashlight and go to the big trees to pick up cicada pupae at night when the moon is high and sell them for money.

She has not experienced four seasons with Pingping in this yard.

For no reason, Yu Feiwan felt a little sad.

Yu Fei, who is ambitious and ambitious and wants to do something big to lead his family to make a fortune and get rid of prejudice, emo late.

No, she will come back.

She must make up for the four seasons with her mother in the yard where she grew up.

The wooden door shook, and the big yellow dog stopped painting, wagging its tail more and more enthusiastically.

Yu Feiwan trotted open the door, and Yu Shuishan's hat turned white.

"Meow meow meow."

A closer look revealed a fluffy yellow tail peeking out of Yu Shuishan's big pocket.

One arm was carrying a bag, and in the bag was a pot of vibrant green flowers.

In the white snow, this touch of green is moving.

West hall.

"Auntie, have you named this kitten?"

Yu Ping squatted on the ground and gently pressed the soft mat of the little milk cat, turning her head and asking eagerly.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were soft, and her gaze kept darting between the little kitten and the flowerpot. "Not yet, it's just the kitten meowing all the time."

"Then let's call her Erhuang, okay?"

Yu Ping looked proud.

It seemed that she had prepared the name early and was waiting for Mrs. Fu to speak.

Yu Feiwan:...

Do the names of cats and dogs also need to be passed down?
Rhubarb, two yellows, small yellows...

Mrs. Fu curled her lips and said, "Okay."

The smile on Yu Ping's face became even stronger, and she kept calling Erhuang.

The little milk cat turned over languidly and snored.

"Auntie, are you hungry?"

"During dinner, I saw that you were sleeping deeply after drinking medicine, so I didn't call you. There was still hot porridge in the mother's pot."

Yu Feiwan applied warm water to the bruise on Mrs. Fu's forehead and asked with a smile.

She likes warm, kind and beautiful people around her, even if her life is a little harder and has more twists and turns.

These people are like the sun. Once the sun appears, all other darkness will be nothing.

Mrs. Fu nodded, "No, no need."

Mrs. Fu is still a little afraid of causing trouble to those around her.

Unfortunately, the growling sound in her stomach gave Mrs. Fu away.

"Auntie, I'll bring you porridge." Yu Feiwan smiled without saying a word, opened the door curtain and went out.

The cold wind brought in by the door curtain made the little milk cat Erhuang couldn't help but curl up tighter and smaller.When I go and come back, there is another gust of wind.

The little cat didn't care about the stranger and approached Yu Ping's hand.

Mrs. Fu held the bowl and blew gently, spoonful after spoonful. The rising steam blurred Mrs. Fu's vision.

It turns out that there is a home like this.

After suffering from herself for so many years, she could no longer remember the years of working hard for her family. In her midnight dreams, she could only see the figure lying on the ground and endless scoldings.

Perhaps, she is also blessed, and God is also kind to her.

After Li Lan cleaned up the mess after dinner, he helped the old lady into the house.

"Auntie."

Li Lan swallowed twice, hesitated for a moment, and shouted uncomfortably.

Mrs. Fu was even more cautious, "I don't have much, so I can't give you a meeting gift. I'll make up for it later."

Li Lan waved her hands repeatedly. It was not like she didn't know about Mrs. Fu's situation.

Besides, Mrs. Fu took out the land certificate and homestead certificate so that she could sell the big yard.

"You want what you want, this is the etiquette that elders should have."

Mrs. Fu wiped her mouth and straightened her back as hard as she could to make herself look less shrinking and short.

Yu Feiwan's eyes flashed, Mrs. Fu knew how to avoid snakes and scorpions, things were different and people were different, and she had nothing to offer...

Judging from the fact that Mrs. Fu is slightly younger than the old lady, it was an era of turmoil and war and widespread illiteracy.

Mrs. Fu is able to apply what she has learned time and time again, unlike a rural woman who has been tortured by life and cannot read a word, and is focused on working hard and eating.

Yu Feiwan rubbed his eyes and looked at the new name above Mrs. Fu's head.

Funing.

In the development game, only the names of her family members will appear.

It seems that the system has also accepted the existence of Mrs. Fu.

So, is Fu just Mrs. Fu’s husband’s surname?

After getting married, she was given her husband's surname, but over time she lost her own name.

Or should I say, Fu Fu, it was wrong to call so many people.

Yu Feiwan asked the old lady in a low voice, "Grandma, is Mrs. Fu's husband's surname?"

When something is unclear, don't ask the spring breeze, just ask the old lady.

The old lady has lived for 70 years and can be called the Bai Xiaosheng of the village.

The old lady nodded slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at Yu Feiwan doubtfully.

With everyone's gaze behind her, Yu Feiwan continued to whisper, "Mr. Fu's real name is Fu Ning, the master's master."

This name sounds a bit literary and artistic when it is called.

Just like the old lady's name, Zhang Yingying.

Nine times out of ten, they have read books and lived a wealthy life.

Is it possible that she was displaced by the war like the old lady?

The delicacy of the old lady is still there even if time polishes it.

Under the light, the family huddled together in a room to save electricity. Li Lan went through needlework to embroider insoles, Yu Peng clung to Lin Haihong as before, and Yu Feiwan began to patiently teach Yu Ping to learn phonetic symbols.

The old lady's eyesight was dim and she could not do the fine work of embroidery, so she could only drag Mrs. Fu to recite the sutra.

"Sister, what is your real name?"

The old lady suddenly spoke.

Mrs. Fu said subconsciously, "Mrs. Fu."

Yu Feiwan felt a lump in his heart.

The old lady sighed, "Your original name, the name given by your parents in the beginning, is not the last name of your husband after you get married and have children."

"I heard from Feiwan that big cities have started to trial ID cards, and many celebrities have ID cards."

"Is it possible that when it spreads to us in the future, your ID card will also have the words Fu Po Zi?"

(End of this chapter)