Chapter 537 Mother and Son

In April, during the busy farming season, when the sun has just begun to shine across the mountains and rivers, farmers feel a burning sense of urgency.

They were all eager to get home to work, whether it was at home or in the countryside; only when they were home could they feel at ease.

Song Chunxue watched her older sisters and second brother walk further and further away, and as they walked along the narrow path, occasionally turning back to wave at her, her eyes would well up with tears again and again.

It's not just sadness, it's just that people who are so close to each other rarely get to see each other off from afar like this in a lifetime.

I always felt that I hadn't prepared enough for them. Now that she's doing well, she seems to be a bit stingy with her closest relatives.

But when the second son accidentally stumbled upon the gifts his mother gave to his aunt and uncle, he felt that his mother was too generous, giving each of them a money bag, which he estimated to contain about twenty or thirty taels of silver.

Just how rich is Mom?

The second son felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew it was wrong. After all, it was his mother's money, and the other party was his mother's family.

He suppressed his discomfort and realized that he hadn't done enough all along, otherwise his mother wouldn't have been so indifferent to him.

Even when the fourth son was such a troublemaker, as long as he treated his mother well and flattered her, she would be very generous.

He lowered his head in shame, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Yes, a mother's heart is made of flesh and blood. Even if she knows that her child is trying to be nice with ulterior motives, she is still happy.

A mother's tolerance for her child surpasses that of any other relationship in the world.

But children are always too greedy, calculating and complaining, even blaming themselves for being born into such a family.

Little did people know that, given his character and understanding, he was already lucky to be born into such a family.

Their mother's background and experiences were even more difficult than theirs, so who should she blame?

The second brother stared at Song Chunxue, who had been standing by the edge of the field for a long time, and thought to himself that he always blamed others when he was powerless to help.

It seems like this makes me feel a little better.

But this clearly proves that he is not good enough.

He only realized suddenly that his mother hadn't lectured them for a very long time.

She simply did what she was supposed to do. If others appreciated it, she continued doing it. If she sensed anything was amiss, she would stop and turn away decisively, without even bothering to explain.

Even when it comes to her children, she tries her best to restrain her nagging.

"What are you looking at?"

The fourth brother walked over, put his elbow on his shoulder, and sighed as he looked at his mother's back. "Mom looks so pitiful. I can't even bear to look at her. You're still standing here staring at her. Don't you want to cry?"

Seeing their mother turn around, the second son quickly avoided her gaze and slapped the fourth son's hand.

"Go back and pack your things. You're the one who's about to cry. You all have families to support. Have you packed your bags yet?"

The fourth brother stared at his red eyes but didn't expose him. "Yes, yes, you're all alone, living a carefree life. Yesterday, several women wanted you to be their son-in-law, but you didn't like any of them?"

"I don't have time to look around. I can't just pick one blindly. We'll be living in Jincheng in the future, and it'll be a huge hassle for my wife to go back to her parents' home. Let's choose one that's closer. I'm not in a hurry."

The second son picked up a dry branch from the ground, instinctively breaking it into an appropriate length, thinking of taking it to the kitchen to burn as firewood.

These past two days, he's spent most of his time breaking up dry tree branches, which burn longer than wheat stalks.

“I’m waiting for the Taoist priest to come back so he can tell me about my marriage. I can’t just look at things randomly. Like last time, I was just asking for trouble. I can’t take any more of that.”

The fourth brother laughed exaggeratedly, "Huh? I didn't expect Second Brother to be such a sentimental person. I thought you didn't care that much. After all, we're men, if it doesn't work out, we can find another one."

"Hmph!" The second brother pinched the back of his neck, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "Do you want Mom to break my legs? Big brother had no choice, Chen Feng was just too much of a scoundrel, so he had to remarry. Don't get me into trouble, I have no such intention!"

The fourth brother ran a few steps forward and broke free from his restraints. Just as he was about to say something, he saw several children standing on the edge of the field looking at something. Jiang Huan suddenly burst into tears.

"Mother, Mother, Mother is back."

He suddenly sat down, preparing to slide down the long slope.

"Hey, watch out, danger!" The fourth brother ran over. "Could it be Chen Feng?"

Song Chunxue, who had walked halfway, quickly turned back.

Standing on the edge of the field and looking towards the ditch, who else could it be but Chen Feng? Moreover, Chen Feng was holding a child's hand.

Jiang Huan slid down the slope without a care, and Lao Si quickly followed behind to grab him and swerve around him, otherwise the slope would suddenly turn into a cliff several meters high.

Unexpectedly, five-year-old Jiang Huan recognized his biological mother at a glance.

The bond between mother and child is thicker than blood, and the kindness of raising a child is greater than heaven. No matter how bad Chen Feng is, she is still Jiang Huan's biological mother.

Once they reached the main road at the bottom of the ditch, Jiang Huan broke free from Lao Si's hand and ran down the path.

Chen Feng picked up the child and ran towards Jiang Huan, wiping away tears from time to time.

Song Chunxue pulled the child back a little, "Stand back, be careful not to fall."

Before long, everyone who was tidying up at home ran over to see Jiang Huan and his mother embracing and weeping.

Everyone's eyes fell on the leader, waiting for his reaction.

The eldest brother looked at Xu Dahong and said, "I'll go downstairs and take a look."

Xu Dahong hugged the child tightly, her clear eyes fixed on the eldest child. "Okay, go ahead and make things clear."

Although Xu Dahong is young, she is much more composed in her speech and actions than Chen Feng.

Even though she felt very uncomfortable at the moment, seeing Jiang Huan crying so sadly, she knew that no matter how good an adoptive mother was, she could never compare to her birth mother.

She used to think she could be a concubine, but two years have passed, and she would never agree to let Chen Feng come back.

All she wanted was for her boss to be able to talk things out with Chen Feng and not make Jiang Huan so upset.

She can take care of the baby girl if she's sent back; at worst, she can have two fewer children. But Chen Feng absolutely cannot stay.

The eldest brother quickly arrived in front of Jiang Huan and her son. Looking at Chen Feng's dark face, rather round figure, and severe swelling around her eyes, he guessed that Chen Feng was pregnant.

Looking at that face now, he no longer feels any of the soft-heartedness or reluctance he once had; his heart is completely unmoved.

He patiently waited for the mother and son to cry their hearts out.

The fourth brother, who was trying to take Jiang Huan away, saw the eldest brother's expression and stood to the side with him.

“Mother, you’re back… Do you still want to go back?” Jiang Huan wiped his nose with his sleeve, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, and choked out as he hugged Chen Feng’s neck, “Mother, please stay… I want you, Mother.”

Chen Feng grabbed his arm and looked at him carefully.

Jiang Huan was dressed very cleanly, his shoes were new, and although the stitching wasn't great, they looked soft. His hair was also clean, indicating that he combed it every day.

She knew that Jiang Huan's stepmother had taken good care of him, and his face was fair and clean.

“I will come to see you often in the future,” Chen Feng said, pulling the child beside her over. “This is your sister. Do you remember when your mother passed away, she was heavily pregnant?”

Chen Feng knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and placed the little girl's hand in Jiang Huan's hand.