I used to hear the old lady often complain about how the old man was so heartless when he passed away, leaving everything to the eldest son and not giving anything to anyone else.

If they wouldn't give it to them, fine, but before leaving, they begged the Third Master to take good care of the First Master's family.

It's shameful just to think about it. How can an elder be so biased?

How could the old man have said that back then?

These days, they're constantly trying to sabotage her, afraid she'll do something foolish like the old lady. Fortunately, under their subtle influence, it seems she genuinely has a lot of opinions about the other two and doesn't hold out much hope for them anymore.

"Grandma, which outfit would you like to wear tomorrow? It's a festive occasion, how about this one? It looks quite cheerful. You can wear the red one for the New Year, okay?"

Old Mrs. Sun looked up slightly and saw that the clothes Huang was carrying were brought to her by the third son. The material was very good, very soft, and the clothes were also thick.

"Okay, I'll wear this."

She liked it too; she didn't know what kind of flowers were embroidered on it, but it was very pretty.

Huang hung up the clothes and went to bring her the medicine.

Now, apart from Old Madam Sun herself, everyone knows that she is dying and won't make it through.

Why didn't the doctor come today?

Old Mrs. Sun is now very attentive to the doctor, becoming anxious if he is even a little late. After each acupuncture session, she feels much better.

When people came to see her, they would praise the doctor in the prefectural city for his excellent medical skills, saying that he was able to cure her even though she was so seriously ill.

She also praised Zhao Dashu for his thoughtfulness, saying that when he heard she was unwell, he made sure to find a good doctor to take with her when she left, adding that the doctor had come all the way to treat her and had spent a lot of money.

After hearing this, which of those old women didn't envy her good fortune, and who didn't praise her son for being filial?

"Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, so make sure the food is good."

The last time she was generous was when Zhao Dashu went home, around the time of the Lunar New Year and the Winter Solstice.

Year after year, time flies.

Ever since she was frightened by her own reflection in the bronze mirror, Old Mrs. Sun hasn't looked in a mirror for two whole years, and she doesn't know what she looks like now.

All I know is that her hair is almost completely white, and I can see it every time I comb it; she can't escape it.

“Old man, wait a little longer, wait a few more years. I have to enjoy all the blessings you didn’t get to enjoy before I go down. Only when I’ve enjoyed them enough will I not have lost out, and only then can I tell you how well she’s doing.”

Old Mrs. Sun closed her eyes. She was exhausted. She didn't know why, even though she had been resting day and night, she still felt very tired. She always had the illusion that she could never get enough sleep.

Shouldn't older people sleep less?

Why does she always feel so tired?

The doctor said it was because she had been lying down for a long time without moving, is that true?

Is that right?

The old woman drifted off to sleep again, and the maidservant covered her with a blanket before carefully sitting down and beginning to sew clothes.

Make a new undergarment for the old lady.

After she wakes up and eats, I'll give her a good wash. Tomorrow is a holiday, so she should at least be clean, right?

The Third Master is very clean, and his wife and daughters cannot stand even the slightest dirt.

"Let's light some incense and fumigate the house now."

"good."

It's impossible to say there's absolutely no smell inside; they've done their best, after all, there's someone lying there unable to move, and there's really no other way.