After finishing her meal, Chen Afu felt the noodle soup running down her chin. Before she could raise her arms, Chen Dabao came over, took a handkerchief from her arms, and helped her wipe her mouth.

Chen Ahfu smiled and said, "My son is really capable."

Chen Dabao smiled and said, "Mom, you are so smart. You even know how to praise your son."

An old lady nearby was surprised and said, "Oh my God, this young lady seems to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she still has two buns on her head. She already has a son, and a son this big?"

Wang hurriedly explained, "My daughter's situation is special. This is her adopted son."

It turns out that Dabao is his adopted son, and he is still so young.

Chen Dabao didn't like what he heard. With red eyes, he threw himself into Chen Afu's arms and said, "Mom is Dabao's biological mother, and Dabao is Mom's biological son."

Chen Afu felt that Chen Dabao's little body was trembling a little, so he hugged him tightly.

Chen A-Lu quickly comforted Chen Dabao and said, "We all regard Dabao as my sister's biological son, my nephew, and my parents' grandson."

Chen Dabao blinked again and looked at Wang with anticipation.

Wang also knew that she had hurt Dabao's feelings by helping her daughter to excuse herself, so she hurriedly said, "Grandma said the wrong thing. Dabao is your mother's biological son and grandma's biological grandson."

Several people came to the city gate and found the village's ox cart, which already had six people on it. Wang helped Chen Afu onto the cart, and Chen Alu laboriously carried Chen Dabao onto the cart, and then the two of them got on, sitting on either side of Chen Afu. Dabao climbed onto Chen Afu's legs again and leaned into her arms.

Chen Afu felt happy again. These relatives were really nice. They did not look down on her because of her stupidity.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, two more people squeezed into the cart, and the driver drove the ox cart away.

Wang and Chen A-lu were both introverted. They hardly spoke except for greeting people when they first got on the bus. Chen Dabao, on the other hand, was a chatterbox. He was always talking sweetly to this auntie, that uncle, this sister, that uncle. Everyone on the bus liked him. The two old ladies would reach out and pinch his pretty little dirty face from time to time.

The little guy proudly introduced that his mother's illness was cured and she even knew to pick noodles for him to eat, praising him for his ability. But the people in the car looked at Chen Afu's still dull eyes, and although Chen Alu helped to agree, they still obviously didn't believe it. This hurt the little kid very much, and later he became depressed and shut up.

It wasn't that Chen Ahfu didn't cooperate with him, it was just that her body coordination was not good enough. The original owner was most likely a cerebral palsy patient, her body had never been flexible since she was a child, and she lacked exercise, which led to her current stiff and inflexible condition.

She squeezed Dabao with all her might and tapped the top of his head with her chin.

Chen Dabao seemed to feel that his mother was comforting him. He raised his head and looked at Chen Afu with his eyelids raised, and called out softly, "Mom."

It is now March, with grass growing and birds singing, flowers blooming, wheat fields green, and many farmers busy in the fields. The air is fresh, the spring breeze is warm, the sun is bright, and the beautiful spring scenery is refreshing.

Chen Afu admired the beautiful countryside, hugged her skinny little body, and felt soft in her heart. She secretly vowed that for the sake of her family, she would find a way to live a good life. It would be best not to marry, to stay with her family and adopted son, and be a landlord's wife who is rich in name only. If she must marry, she must stay away from tall, rich and handsome men and find a son of the same social status. Don't be fooled by tall, rich and handsome men like in the previous life, which not only made her lose face, but also her life.

At the same time, I also listened carefully to the conversations of people in the car and tried to learn as much as possible about the situation here.

About half an hour later, Chen Dabao pointed to a village ahead and said, "Mom, we are almost home."

Looking into the distance, at the end of the wheat field, there is a village hidden among green trees and bamboos.

Chen Afu was actually a little excited and nervous as he was getting close to home.

As soon as the ox cart arrived at the entrance of the village, the four of them got off. Their home was at the northeast entrance of the village. They walked north for more than a hundred meters and saw a dilapidated courtyard. There was a fence and a courtyard wall. Beyond the fence, the courtyard was in full view. The courtyard was not big, with only three mud-walled thatched houses and a jujube tree.

Looking at other courtyards, their family should be one of the extremely poor households.

At this time, a skinny man in his thirties was sitting under the eaves weaving straw mats. This man was his father in this life. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that his father had lung disease, a disease of affluence, and couldn't get tired. He had to eat well and take medicine frequently.

A few people entered the yard, and Chen Dabao opened his voice to announce the good news, "Grandpa, my mother has recovered from her illness."

Chen Ming knew that although Dabao was young, he was not the kind of person who would talk nonsense. But this news was too shocking for him, so he looked at Wang and Chen Alu with disbelief.

Wang smiled and said, "It is indeed much better. He knows how to call mother, brother and Dabao. However, he is still not able to move well. Let's take a few more doses of medicine and see."

After returning home, the shy A-Lu became more lively. He pulled Chen Ming's collar and said, "Sister, you know how to be modest. You picked some noodles for me, mom, and Dabao to eat."

Chen Ming looked at Chen Afu with joy and said with a smile, "That's good. There is always hope."

Wang smiled and said, "That monk back then was truly an eminent monk. He said that Ah Fu was blessed and that his mental illness would be cured, and it really came true."

Chen Ahfu saw that although this man was thin, he had kind eyes, a handsome face, and was clean. He did not look like a real farmer, so he liked him. He smiled at him, opened his mouth, and uttered a single word, "Dad."

Chen Ming was even happier and quickly agreed, "Hey, good boy."

Several people entered the house happily.

The kitchen is right after you enter the house. There are two stoves, which can be used not only for cooking but also for heating in winter. The wall skirts and the roof are all blackened by smoke. There are also chopping boards, cabinets, and two large vats. Although it is old, it is clean.

Wang put down her backpack, took a basin, scooped half a basin of water from the jar, and washed Chen Afu's face and hands. Then Chen Alu and Dabao washed themselves, and finally Wang washed herself.

They entered the west room, where there was a large kang next to the window, a row of old cabinets at the end of the kang, two heavy old boxes on the floor, a broken table, two chairs and two stools.

Chen Ming and Wang sat on the kang, while Chen Afu, Chen Alu and Dabao sat on the edge of the kang.

Wang took out a few packets of medicine, a few oil-paper bags, and a pig's liver from her backpack and said, "I sold the embroidery this time for a total of 310 coins. I spent 120 coins on your medicine, 80 coins on Fu'er's medicine, and I also bought some white fungus, lily bulbs, rock sugar, a pig's liver, and ate a bowl of noodles. I only have one coin left." After reporting the bill, her face turned red with distress, and she said with a sigh, "Money is really wasted. I've been busy for more than half a month, and it's all gone."