It was clearly still morning, but the light in the room was extremely dim.

"I'm not going to Kyoto!" Xu Fuchun leaned on the edge of the wooden bed, clenched his still trembling right hand and his still left hand together and placed them on his legs. He tried to suppress the trembling but couldn't, and both arms began to tremble.

Zhou Zhou couldn't understand: "Mom, the doctor said that there are experts in Kyoto who specialize in treating this disease. If the operation is successful, your disease can be cured! Why don't you go?"

Xu Fuchun turned his head away, refusing to look at his son's angry face, and repeated, "I won't go."

She muttered, "I'm busy at home. Your father is going to the mountains to pick yellow gardenias in a few days. The fields at home are about to be planted with rice. We need to tidy up this vegetable patch and plant some vegetables so that we can have food for the second half of the year. We also have a few chickens at home. He's in Kyoto for medical treatment. Who's going to take care of the chickens at home?"

She was sick and her voice was always a little unclear and full of crying sounds.

Zhou Liang, who was sitting next to the wooden window, did not say a word. He looked outside through the broken window frame and saw that a corner of the window glass was missing. It had been broken for several months. It was time to get a good piece of glass to replace it.

The sky outside is gloomy and I don’t know when the rain will stop.

In fact, the idea of ​​going to Kyoto for medical treatment was not a new one.

The county doctor said this a long time ago.

Zhou Liang thought that his family had no money, so he would go there after harvesting the rice and selling the vegetables and saving some money.

But in fact, the couple knew it in their hearts.

After a year, it would be good if I could save 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. But this money is not enough. I would go there and spend some money, but I am afraid that it would be a waste of money in the end.

Zhou Zhou slammed the table anxiously, "Dad, please say something."

Zhou Liang slowly turned his head. After decades of hard work, his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life. He choked up and said, "Fuchun, let's go and take a look this time."

Xu Fuchun was leaning on the edge of the bed, and before he could say anything, he suddenly heard someone shouting outside.

"Sister, brother-in-law."

Xu Fuchun recognized it immediately and said to the father and son, "It's Fuqiang."

Zhou Liang immediately stood up and went out to greet him. His face was originally gloomy, and he didn't want outsiders to see him as depressed, so he forced a smile and said, "Fuqiang, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhou shouted, "Uncle."

Xu Fuqiang handed the vegetables in his hand to Zhou Zhou and ordered the younger generation: "We just picked them from the field. Go, take them to the kitchen in the back."

While Zhou Zhou was putting the dishes in the back, Xu Fuqiang took out a stack of red banknotes from his pocket, stuffed them into his brother-in-law's hand, and whispered, "Take it."

Zhou Liang didn't react for a moment, his face was blank. He didn't react until the money was stuffed into his palm. He pushed it back and kept repeating, "No, no, no, no... I can't take this money, Fuqiang, what are you doing?"

Xu Fuqiang lowered his voice and whispered, "I've heard about this from my father. You can take this to Kyoto to see what the doctor says. Don't say anything to my sister. If she knows about this, she will definitely not want the money."

Zhou Liang still pushed and refused.

Xu Fuqiang added: "Hold it, hold it, Zhou Zhou is coming over soon, don't let the children see it."

Zhou Liang heard footsteps and tightened his grip on the money.

Xu Fuchun's voice came from the room, "Fuqiang, come in and sit down."

Xu Fuqiang winked at Zhou Liang, and Zhou Liang sighed and put the money into his trouser pocket first.

Xu Fuqiang entered the inner room and saw the increasingly thin person beside the bed, and called out, "Sister."

He felt for the glass jar in his pocket and took it out. "This is the medicine that Qingzhi asked someone to get. They said it's good for your illness. Take two pills at a time, three times a day, after meals."

Xu Fuchun smiled and said, "I'm sorry for making Qingzhi spend money."

Over the years, Zhou Zhou and Hepingzi had taken the trouble to get medicine from outside, and some people in the village had given her some folk remedies, which she had tried. Besides, Qingzhi had a promising future outside, and was good at growing vegetables when she came back. She must have a wide network of contacts, and she was a college graduate, so she would definitely not harm her.

Zhou Zhou came back after putting the dishes away. Thinking that there were only a few people in the family who could persuade his mother, he complained to Xu Fuqiang: "Uncle, please persuade my mother. The doctor said that she can still be treated in Kyoto, but she refuses to go."

Xu Fuqiang didn't know how to preach, he just advised: "Sister, look, Zhou Zhou and Ping Zi haven't started a family yet, can you let go of this worry?"

Undoubtedly, this point really touched Xu Fuchun.

Which parent doesn't want to see their children get married, start a family, and have some big fat babies?

Her mind moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)