Fang Suxia felt dizzy and dazzled:

"Changyuan, this... this is too expensive! Mother doesn't need all this..."

"Mom, you are weak and need to take good care of yourself,"

Chen Changyuan stuffed the malted milk and milk powder into my mother's hands without saying a word.

"Make a cup and drink it every morning. I guarantee you'll be in great shape!"

As he spoke, he unfolded the thick cotton cloth he had bought:

"Mom, I've bought you a few feet of cloth. I'll make you a new cotton-padded jacket later so you don't have to worry about the cold in winter."

Fang Suxia's eyes became moist again as she watched her son busying around.

She had never enjoyed any happiness in her life and raised her son with great difficulty. She did not expect her son to be so filial, which made her feel both relieved and guilty.

"Changyuan, my life is worth it..." Fang Suxia said with a sob.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Chen Changyuan smiled and patted his mother's hand. "There are still many days to come. I promise to lead you to a good life!"

"Suxia, your son..."

An old voice came from outside the house, with anxiety and worry.

As soon as Chen Changyuan heard it, he knew it was the old leader of the village.

Old Yuantou is a kind-hearted person and often helps these orphans and widows.

After Chen Changyuan died in his previous life, it was Lao Yuantou who helped with the funeral arrangements and even often went to his grave to burn paper money for him.

Thinking of this, Chen Changyuan felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Uncle Yuan, my mother is fine. She was just too excited and fainted. She's awake now."

Chen Changyuan hurried out of the house and said to Lao Yuantou.

Old Yuantou had a worried look on his face and was holding half a bag of coarse grains in his hand. It was obvious that he came to help Fang Suxia.

When he saw Chen Changyuan standing in front of him alive, he was stunned and almost dropped the bag of coarse grains in his hand to the ground.