The next morning, just as Yang Niannian got up, Wang Fengjiao came with rice porridge and pancakes.

"Niannian, are you hungry? I made some amaranth pancakes. Try them and see if they are delicious. I often eat this at home. I don't know if you can get used to it."

Yang Niannian didn't hesitate to take a bite of the pancake, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Amaranth pancakes are delicious. How do you make them? Teach me later and I'll make them for Shi Shen and An An to try."

Wang Fengjiao, "Well, this is very simple. Roll the dough into thin skin like noodles, then add some oil and salt to the amaranth and mix well. Spread it on the dough and roll it up. Cut it into pieces and put it in the pot to steam. People in the south don't eat this very often. We in the north like to eat vegetables rolled in dough."

It’s just that grain production was low in those days, and farmers had to tighten their belts to make ends meet, so no one was willing to eat like this.

“There are so many ways to eat noodles in the north.”

Yang Niannian praised with a smile, turned around and pushed open An An's door, wanting to call him out for dinner, but there was no one inside.

Wang Fengjiao saw this and said, "An An has already eaten and is out playing with Hai Yang."

She covered her mouth and laughed secretly, "Yesterday, Lao Zhou said that when he went to the army to pass on a message, before he finished speaking, Captain Lu rushed back like a gust of wind. He must have been very worried at the time. It is said that couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. This is absolutely true. When I saw Captain Lu go to the army this morning, he was in good spirits. Did you reconcile?"

Yang Niannian thought about what happened last night, her cheeks slightly reddened, "We've made up, but I've suffered a lot. I got caught in the rain yesterday, and I didn't expect to get gonorrhea. I had a fever in the afternoon and was so groggy. I wanted to call An An to borrow some fever-reducing medicine from you, but I couldn't open my mouth. Fortunately, he came back, otherwise my brain would have been burned out."

"Do you really have a fever?" Wang Fengjiao's face was full of concern. "Your physique is a little weak, you need to exercise more. I fell into the water in the middle of winter before, and nothing happened to me."

Forehead……

In this comparison, Yang Niannian also felt that her physical condition was too weak.

The ground was muddy after the rain and it was impossible to ride a bike, so Yang Niannian simply rested at home for a few days to recuperate.

Lu Shishen took a group of soldiers into the mountains for actual combat training. I heard that they will be gone for several days.

That morning, Yang Niannian and Wang Fengjiao were sowing seeds in the vegetable field when Zhou Haiyang suddenly ran in from outside the yard, panting.

"Aunt, the postman has sent you a letter."

Wang Fengjiao straightened up while leaning on the hoe, "Oh, could it be that the test results are out?"

When Yang Niannian heard this, she felt a little excited. Although she knew that she would have no problem getting into university, she was also curious about her transcript.

After taking the envelope and looking at it, I calmed down instantly, "It's from my father-in-law."

The letter was written by Lu Guozhi on behalf of the village chief. The content was very brief, saying that Ma Xiuzhu had swallowed rat poison and the situation was very critical, and asked Lu Shishen to rush back as soon as possible to see Ma Xiuzhu for the last time.

Although Lu Guozhi sometimes speaks unrealistically, he probably wouldn't joke about such things.

The letter was sent a week ago. If the situation was really that serious, Ma Xiuzhu might be buried soon.

Wang Fengjiao, who was standing nearby, also saw the contents of the letter and became anxious for Yang Niannian.

"Captain Lu won't be back for a few days. What should we do? I think your mother-in-law doesn't look easy to mess with. Who can make her so angry that she drinks medicine?"

Most people who commit suicide by taking pills do so out of anger, but Wang Fengjiao feels that Ma Xiuzhu is not the kind of person who would take pills to commit suicide. It is more like she made others angry enough to take pills.

Yang Niannian guessed, "Maybe he wanted to scare people, but he stepped on a nail."

Although Ma Xiuzhu was not nice to Lu Shishen, she was Lu Shishen's biological mother after all.

In the future, when the Internet is well developed and Lu Shishen is in a high position, someone might make a fuss about this matter, so she must handle it carefully.

After thinking it over again and again, Yang Niannian decided to go back and take a look first.

"Sister Wang, I'm going to pack up now and go back to my hometown. When Shi Shen comes back, you can tell him."

Wang Fengjiao was worried, "Can you go back alone?"

Yang Niannian is pretty, and there are many bad guys out there, and they are most likely to target girls like her.

Yang Niannian was not afraid. "It's okay. I've been here by bus before and I know the route. It's just that An An will have to trouble you again to help take care of her for a while."

Many girls these days are uneducated and seldom go to the city, so they are exposed to limited things. To put it bluntly, they have little experience and understanding, and are too naive, which makes them easily deceived.

She had seen too many cases of fraud on the Internet in her previous life, and ordinary scammers couldn't deceive her.

Her mother-in-law was dying, and she had to go back to attend the funeral. Wang Fengjiao couldn't stop her, so she gave her some worried instructions.

"Please pay more attention to safety on the road."

Yang Niannian nodded, "Okay, I'll go back and pack my things first."

Then, she said to Zhou Haiyang, "Haiyang, go and call An An back."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Haiyang ran faster than a rabbit. Before he even reached An An, he shouted, "An An, go home quickly. Your grandma is dead."

Grandma is dead?

Didn’t grandma die a long time ago?

An An stood there in a daze for a while before realizing that this grandma was his father's mother.

This old witch looked quite energetic, how could she die so suddenly?

"Don't just stand there, go back quickly! Aunt Yang is waiting to go back to her hometown." Zhou Haiyang urged.

Not only An An knew about his shouting, but the entire military family compound knew that Lu Shishen's biological mother had died.

An An ran home quickly, "Aunt, is that bad grandma dead?"

Hearing An An's words, Yang Niannian's mouth twitched.

"It's not confirmed yet. Maybe he can be rescued. I'll be back for a few days. You have to listen to Aunt Wang at home, okay?"

"Aunt, don't worry and go back. I will be obedient."

Yang Niannian rubbed his forehead with a smile, took out 21 yuan and gave it to him, "These two ten-yuan notes, give them to your father when he comes back. The other one yuan is your pocket money, don't spend it all at once, you can only spend 20 cents a day, understand?"

An An's eyes lit up, and she nodded obediently, reminding him in a soft voice, "Auntie, please be careful on the road and don't believe what strangers say."

This was what Yang Niannian had taught him before, and now he was reminding Yang Niannian again.

Yang Niannian smiled, "Okay, I get it! Go and have fun. Remember, you are not allowed to play by the river. If you are scared at night, call Qiqi and Shunshun to come and accompany you."

Yang Niannian changed into a plain set of clothes, took a set of spare clothes with her, and rode her bicycle to the scrap yard.

When Jiang Yang learned that Lu Shishen's mother was dying, he drove a tractor to take Yang Niannian to the train station without saying a word and bought a ticket for her.

When handing the ticket to Yang Niannian, he also gave her 10 yuan.

Yang Niannian felt strange, "Why are you giving me money?"

Jiang Yang looked serious and said, "This is a funeral gift. Don't you have it where you are?" Are the customs different in different cities?

Yang Niannian raised her hand and slapped him on the head, "What are you thinking about? He's not even confirmed dead yet."

“…”

Jiang Yang touched his head awkwardly, and felt relieved only when he saw Yang Niannian got on the train.