Xi Jingchen stood up suddenly.

He looked at an old man with a cane.

"You are the village chief, right?"

The old man nodded.

"Comrade, who are you?"

Xi Jingchen continued, "I am Wu Yong's comrade-in-arms!"

The old man understood.

"Xiaoyong is a good kid, but he has a hard life..."

Xi Jingchen chuckled, "It's true that my life is miserable.

I would like to ask the village chief.

Wu Yong is a martyr.

Aunt Wu and Cuihua are relatives of martyrs...

They are supposed to have pensions, so why are their lives still so hard?"

The old man turned his head and glanced at Uncle Wu Yong.

"Wu Dazhu, you explain..."

Wu Dazhu is Wu Yong's second uncle. He hesitated...

Wu Yong's second aunt said, "Yongzi is from my Wu family.

He is not at home all year round, and it is my family, Wu, who takes care of them mother and daughter.

Now that he has gone, the condolence money and other things all belong to my Wu family!

It is not your turn to interfere in the affairs of my Wu family..."

Wu Dazhu echoed, "Yes, outsiders have no right to interfere in the affairs of my Wu family..."

The old man looked at Xi Jingchen helplessly.

"Comrade, you have seen that Wu Dazhu's family is so arrogant and unreasonable.

I am helpless too!

And Cuihua turned a blind eye..."

Xi Jingchen chuckled, "Privately withholding the martyrs' pension is against the law and you need to go to jail!"

Wu Dazhu was slightly stunned, "I, Wu Dazhu, was not brought up to be scared!

Wu Yong is my nephew, and I am his second uncle. I deserve the money!"

Wu Cuihua couldn't bear to listen any more.

“That money was earned by my brother’s life, and it was the pension money the organization gave to my mother.

Why did you snatch it away!

Now that my mother is so sick, please give us the money.

I want to help my mother heal her illness!"

The village chief nodded and said, "Dazhu! When your elder brother was alive, he treated your family well.

Now your eldest brother is gone, Yongzi is also gone, and your sister-in-law is so sick.

If you have any conscience, return what you took to Cuihua!"

Aunt Wu was upset when she heard her grandson crying, so she quickly asked her daughter-in-law to take him back home.

“We took it with the consent of my sister-in-law.

My sister-in-law didn't say anything, why do you care about it, little girl?

I think I'll find you a husband tomorrow who will take good care of you!"

Wu Cuihua was so scared that she hid beside her mother.

When Wu Yongniang heard what Aunt Wu said, she coughed even more violently.

Wu Cuihua saw that her mother was coughing up blood from her palms.

I was so scared for a moment.

"Blood...my mother is coughing up blood..."

Seeing this, Xi Jingchen hurried forward.

"Human life is at stake. We need to rush to the hospital..."

As he spoke, he gestured to Wu Cuihua to help his mother carry him on his back.

Wu Yongniang refused.

"Young man... Cuihua is troubling you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand dropped.

Xi Jingchen saw that Wu Yongniang had stopped breathing with her eyes open.

I understand that she will die with her eyes open.

When Wu Dazhui and his wife saw that someone had died, they thought it was bad luck and were about to leave when the village chief stopped them and asked them to prepare for the funeral.

Cuihua cried heart-wrenchingly when she saw that her mother was gone.

She held her mother's body and refused to let go.

Xi Jingchen sighed slightly and covered Wu Yongniang's eyes with his hands.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely help you and Yongzi take good care of Cuihua!"

When Cuihua heard Xi Jingchen's promise to her mother, she felt mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

Afterwards, Xi Jingchen stayed at Cuihua's house to help her take care of her mother's funeral.