I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 43 Mrs. Fu

It was getting dark and night was falling.

The cold wind, which had paused for a while, roared past once again as the sun disappeared.

The old lady, who had been away from home all afternoon, stepped into the house with a faint light.

The old lady wore a hat on her head, her figure was slightly stooped, and her crutches were covered with mud spots on the road after the snow melted.

Under the dim light, the old lady took out a neatly folded square towel. After spreading it out, there was neatly pressed money.

"Mother?" Yu Shuishan said in surprise.

In the village, there are actually people who can easily lend a few hundred yuan at a time.

This was really beyond his expectation.

The old lady stood by the stove to warm her hands. After her hands gradually regained consciousness, she slowly said, "This afternoon, I went to Grandma Fu's house in the northernmost part of the village."

"Aunt Fu?"

Yu Shuishan's surprise increased instead of abating.

Mrs. Fu is a lonely old woman living in the north end of the village.

It is said that during the previous famine years, there was no harvest, and the bark and wild vegetables on the mountain were all dug up by nearby villagers.

Mrs. Fu worked hard to climb the back mountain to find wild vegetables and cooked a pot of wild vegetable soup. Everyone in the family died except her.

It was not until then that Mrs. Fu knew that the wild vegetables she dug were poisonous.

Mrs. Fu was scolded by the people in the village openly and secretly, and was driven to the remote northernmost part of the village by many people.

The people in the village thought that Mrs. Fu was unlucky, and Mrs. Fu also hated herself. She felt that she had harmed the whole family, so for many years she only guarded the dilapidated yard and her one-third of an acre of land, and did not cooperate with her. Dealing with people.

When did my mother meet Mrs. Fu and be able to borrow so much money from Mrs. Fu?

With this thought in his mind, Yu Shuishan asked.

The old lady glanced at Yu Ping and Yu Feiwan, who were eavesdropping with their ears perked, and said, "Go aside."

"Adults chat about family matters, children, please stop eavesdropping."

Yu Feiwan blinked his eyes, shook the old lady's arm, and said coquettishly, "Grandma, they say it's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to provide embarrassment when the time is right."

"A friend in need is a friend indeed, Fu, Fu, Grandma Fu lent us so much money. Although Pingping and I are young, we must remember our benefactor and repay him in return."

It should be called Grandma Fu, right?
Yu Ping hurriedly echoed, "Grandma, me too."

Yu Feiwan continued, "Just let us listen. Pingping and I are not young anymore, and we won't talk nonsense without restraint."

Yu Ping: "Me too."

Yu Shuishan felt even more weird.

An adopted daughter is unfathomable.

At a young age, he speaks clearly and clearly, and is very particular about the choice of words and sentences.

Not easy.

Looking at Fei Wan, and then looking at Yu Ping who also said the same thing on her lips, Yu Shuishan deeply felt the difference between being educated and not being educated.

Inexplicably stressed.

The old lady looked at Yu Feiwan who was blinking, and her heart softened when she thought of the purse and longevity lock left behind.

Immortals should listen more and see more in order to understand more.

More enlightenment is conducive to the cultivation of immortals.

As for Yu Ping, it doesn't matter if she has a predestined relationship with the immortal and is protected by the immortal.

The old lady convinced herself instantly.

She is not without principles, she has faith.

"also."

"It's good for girls to listen to it. It can help them accumulate some experience and save themselves from suffering."

There was a hint of melancholy in the old lady's voice.

"It was indeed Mrs. Fu who borrowed it." The old lady first told Yu Feiwan and Yu Feiwan what happened to Mrs. Fu in a concise and concise manner.

This is really not a secret in the village.

Back then, all the old and young people in the village almost drove Mrs. Fu to death with their spittle.

"On weekdays, I really have no contact with Mrs. Fu."

"Mrs. Fu doesn't want to see anyone. She always feels that she is a murderer."

"But in the past ten years, our family has been in a special situation. Whoever gets it is unlucky, so I can't deal with Mrs. Fu." "To be honest, Mrs. Fu and I are not familiar with each other."

Yu Feiwan glanced at the eye-catching hundreds of dollars on the scarf, and felt that the word "unfamiliar" was full of water.

Xu Shi saw Yu Feiwan's doubts, and the old lady continued, "Back then, after her whole family died from eating poisonous wild vegetables, she also wanted to die with her family."

"So she made another pot of soup from all the wild vegetables she had left."

"At that time, I had plenty of money and saved her."

"Basically no one knows about this."

"Over the years, I have often wondered whether I should not save her. She has been alone and helpless for these years, and has been condemned by her conscience day and night. Her life is really pitiful."

"Maybe it's not a bad thing to go down and reunite with your family."

"It was because of this old friendship that I went to look for her."

"This money still needs to be paid back."

Yu Feiwan pursed her lips, "Have you been condemned by your conscience day and night?"

"Reunited with family?"

"Grandma, I would like to ask why only Mrs. Fu survived?"

The old lady blurted out, "That's because Mrs. Fu didn't drink the wild vegetable soup."

A mocking smile emerged from the corner of Yu Feiwan's mouth, and he said calmly, "Mrs. Fu climbed to the back mountain to dig the wild vegetables regardless of the wild wolves. The wild vegetable soup was cooked by Mrs. Fu, so why doesn't Mrs. Fu drink it?"

"Is it possible that in years of famine, Mrs. Fu is the only one who is not hungry?"

"Whether it was Mrs. Fu's husband or her children, no one gave her a sip of wild vegetable soup."

"In other words, they have never regarded Madam Fu as family."

"To put it inappropriately, maybe Mrs. Fu's family drank less wild vegetable soup back then and were lucky enough to be saved."

The room was silent.

The old lady was dumbfounded and hemmed and hawed, but she couldn't think of the right words for a while.

"It makes sense."

"But my family members all died because of me, so I can understand the guilt and pain."

Yu Shuishan was at the side talking to Xini.

Yu Feiwan smiled and didn't argue anymore.

"Grandma, I'm just saying that Mrs. Fu is pitiful. She has been scolded for so many years and feels unhappy."

Okay, maybe her heart isn't soft enough after all.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Grandma saved Mrs. Fu, which is a great achievement. She deserves to be saved!"

The old lady looked at the square scarf with an increasingly complicated expression.

Mrs. Fu...

I have been poked in the spine and spit on for so many years, but I have never argued a word.

Whether it was because she really believed that she had killed her family or it was just a matter of reason, Mrs. Fu gradually figured it out.

Yu Ping raised her little face and said stupidly, "I will never let grandma, mom and dad go hungry in the future."

"We don't eat wild vegetables, we want to eat meat!"

"Eat meat every meal!"

“There’s rice and wheat noodles for every meal!”

As long as you don't drink wild vegetable soup, your family will be fine.

"And me?"

Yu Feiwan hummed twice and refused to obey.

Yu Ping put her hands on her hips and said, "You eat roasted sweet potatoes!"

"You love roasted sweet potatoes the most."

"Grandma, Dad, let me tell you, every time you eat my baked sweet potatoes, you will cry because they are so delicious!"

Yu Feiwan covered his face:...

I always feel that this matter will be mentioned by Yu Ping often.

(End of this chapter)