Chapter 129 I Will Provide Them with Old Age Care
Although the couple had become successful and were going to make a fortune in the city, their roots were still in Fengjia Village, and Feng Mian still had to come back to visit her mother's grave.
If the house is sold, where will they live when they come here during the holidays?
With someone like Zhao Hui, if I lived in her house, I don’t know how elongated my face would be.
At this time, someone finally spoke up for Feng Mian.
"It doesn't matter if they don't want to sell it. Gu Yuelin is right. This house is their ancestral home. Even if Fengjia Village is not as good as a big city, it is their roots. As long as the ancestral home is there, the roots are still there. If the ancestral home is sold, there will be no roots. If we invite our ancestors to reunite during the New Year, their souls will go to who knows where."
According to local customs, relatives who have passed away are invited to reunite at home during the Chinese New Year, and the reunion place is the ancestral home.
So Fengmian's mother had to come during the Chinese New Year.
All the young people have gone to work, so Zhao Hui hired old men and women who don't have to work. They are superstitious and nostalgic.
After hearing this, even those who had previously spoken for Zhao Hui turned around and spoke for Feng Mian.
"Mianmian, this house cannot be sold. It's not just a matter of a few hundred dollars. Your mother suffered when she was alive, you can't let her die without a home."
The soul of a married daughter cannot go back home, but her parents' home. The only thing she can go back to is this house.
Zhang listened and burst into tears. "My family is so pitiful. We can't sell this house, no matter what. Mianmian, your mother has to come to celebrate the New Year."
Feng Mian was encouraged, "Don't worry, grandma, I won't sell it no matter what."
Except for demolition in the future, if everyone demolishes their houses, there will be nothing we can do.
Feng Xiaomei's face turned pale and Zhao Hui gritted her teeth.
"The dead are more important than the living, right? Mom, you are too partial. Where does Xiaomei live?"
Zhang said, "Why do you insist on Xiaomei buying Mianmian's house? Xiaomei wants a house, she has money, can't she just build one? If you insist on Mianmian's, where are you going to let Ling spend the New Year?"
Zhao Hui was so depressed that she actually carried out the dead bodies. She became addicted to it.
"You are so mean to her. Your daughter has been dead for so many years and you still miss her. If you have any problems, ask them to take care of you in your old age. Why are you clinging to your son and daughter-in-law?"
When the villagers heard this, they all blamed Zhao Hui.
"Zhao Hui, we're talking about buying a house. Why are you asking all this?"
"They only have one son, Feng Xinliang. If he doesn't take care of them, who will?"
These uncles and aunts are the direct beneficiaries of raising children to provide for their old age. Zhao Hui's remarks infringe upon their direct interests, and they began to teach Zhao Hui a lesson one by one.
Saying that she is disrespectful to the elderly is extremely treasonous.
Zhao Hui became so angry after being scolded by these people that she became even more outspoken.
It is said that Zhang is partial, and he was even more partial when the old man was in charge.
They gave everything they had to their daughter and granddaughter.
All the food rations that the couple produced were used to subsidize their daughter to raise their granddaughter. In this case, Feng Mian should take care of them in their old age and should not look for a son again.
He didn't even mention that all the property the old couple had worked so hard to build up throughout their lives was given to their family, and that in order to marry Zhao Hui, the family spent all the money they had saved for many years.
What she meant by subsidizing her daughters was just to collect firewood for Fengmian and her daughters when they were in the most difficult time, and occasionally give them some food.
After my daughter died, I brought my granddaughter home. How much can a little girl eat?
Besides, she worked a lot.
Zhang was so angry that she was out of breath. "What did you say? A son shouldn't take care of his parents in their old age?"
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