The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 45 That's the end
Mo Lang left his hometown sadly.She didn't want her daughter's status.

Chop wood, cook, do laundry, go to the fields.She suffered.Treat your stepson like your own.

They later had two children.But the sky does not fulfill people's wishes, disasters, famines, heavy rains, and severe droughts.Attack the village.Her peaceful life with him was broken.

He was paid very little, and she was the only one who washed and embroidered for others under the lamp day after day.

Everything changed, three years of drought.There is only desire left in the human heart.There was no food at home, and people were forced to steal and rob.If you think it's immoral to steal or rob, then you're dead too.

They cannot do otherwise in order to survive.

He became seriously ill, became alcoholic, lazy, irritable, and abused her wantonly.

Just her a thin woman.Hold up this dying home.

She is too kind to steal or rob.In that case, the end was starvation.

People sympathize with her and give them some food.She took her three children with her five-month-old belly, and went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables.

With her fragile body of 1.6 meters [-], she propped up her home.

Her youth was full of endless suffering.

But she gritted her teeth, and she took care of her husband just like the poems, letters, and romantic stories he wrote for her back then.In the summer rain and autumn wind, she was embroidering flowers under the dim candlelight. She just wanted to sew up this dilapidated home that would collapse in a blow with her own pair of skillful hands.

"Yunniang, I'm sorry for you." Xiao Lang held her frostbite-covered hand. It was the cold winter months, and the wintersweet on the branches was extraordinarily beautiful, but there was no coal for the stove at home.

The mandarin duck's pillow has turned yellow, it's Yunniang's tears shed secretly at night.

She vaguely remembers that when she was a teenager, she said to her mother in the boudoir made of gold, jade and stone tools: "Mother, I wish to be a lovebird in the sky, and Lian Lizhi in the earth. I just want to meet the right person in my life and spend my whole life. , no matter how much you suffer.”

Later, when the family fell into decline, she didn't even look back, and she devoted herself to the love she wanted without hesitation.Xiao Lang's heart is not bad, the eldest daughter gradually became sensible, and Zhenniang knew that she began to help her mother with housework. Yunniang didn't know how to grow crops, so Zhenniang, who was seven or eight years old, went to the crop field to learn.When there is no one in the dark night, Zhenniang will sleep with Yunniang in her arms, and Yunniang gradually feels at ease.

The stepson and stepdaughter are also friendly to themselves.Xiao Lang recovered and started teaching again. Sometimes he would write some copybooks and sell them to supplement his family. His life gradually improved.

When Mo Lang came back, he was already a high-ranking official with a high salary, and a wealthy nobleman.He looked at the jewel in the palm of his hand, the young lady of the Shao family, now doing housework, she was still working in the yard under the stars, picking up the unspoiled soybeans.

"Yunniang." Yunniang was stunned, she was almost 50 years old, few people called her by her boudoir name, everyone called her. "Mother Zhen, sister-in-law of the Xiao family, aunt of the Xiao family, aunt of the Xiao family." When a woman marries into a man's family, she becomes a man's subordinate.

He looked at her with tears in his cloudy eyes. "Yunniang. You have suffered."

Mo Lang, is that you?But now she just lowered her head, not daring to say a word.The difference between cloud and mud, how can you say something, and Yunniang doesn't regret it.From beginning to end, she only had respect and love for Mo Lang as her elder brother, but what Xiao Lang gave her was love.

"My lord, women are polite here." Although she has been tempered for half her life, she still has the demeanor and upbringing that is not inferior to a thousand gold.

"Will you marry me as a wife, me, I don't mind your children." He stared at her swollen belly.

remarry?She raised her lips bitterly, how could it be possible?This heart is on Xiao Lang and this family.Impossible.She rubbed her belly, a maternal radiance on her face.

"My lord, let's leave quickly. It's late at night, and my husband is coming back."

She sat on a small bamboo chair under the moonlight, and there were five sleeping children in the room.Three sons and two daughters.Waiting for his return wearing stars and moons.

"Mother Zhen'er, why aren't you asleep yet?" He went out of the cold and took her hand into the door.

Later, the children grew up, the son married a wife and went out to set up a household, and the daughter married out.Later, the son had a son, and the daughter had a daughter. Later, when she was old, the food she cooked was not good, and she lived in the son's house. Zhen'er brought her five-year-old granddaughter over.

It was a cute little pink carved jade bracelet. She took Yunniang's hand: "Old lady. My mother's mother's mother's mother is you? It's amazing, I was also born by you."

Yunniang smiled, and took out a wrinkled apple from under the old bed and gave it to the little cutie. "Myolie, it's like this, you were born by an old woman."

"Can you tell Myolie a story? Myolie likes telling stories the most."

Yunniang's wrinkles piled up when she smiled, and she touched Xing'er's head with her thin hands.

"That year, the garden was full of spring flowers, and it rained lightly for a day and a half. The girl held a grease umbrella and held up the injured butterfly. The young man in the green shirt walked in, and he said, Yunniang, would you marry me?" ?”

Xing'er waited for quite some time and did not hear any reply.

"What else? Mother-in-law. Mother-in-law." The old man leaning against the back of the bed had already closed his eyes. "Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Xing'er cried and ran out.

Yun Niang held the hairpin under the pillow with her hand, and fell asleep peacefully like that.

In another rich garden, the old man was lying on the recliner and rocking, the wind gradually disappeared, and the leaves of the camphor tree fell, exuding bursts of fragrance.That's how it all ended.

(End of this chapter)