Xu Yan thought about it more and more and felt that Han Xiaoyu should also be reborn, but then she thought about what Han Xiaoyu had done in the past few months and she was not so sure anymore.
If he really was reborn, why would he still be entangled with Sun Jiarou?
In the original book, although Sun Jiarou was prettier than the girls from the countryside, she was not as good as Ye Wei in terms of temperament or help to Han Xiaoyu later on.
Could it be because of love?
It wasn't impossible, Xu Yan pondered slowly, after all, the original book described their love as something unparalleled in heaven and earth.
But based on everything she'd heard, she really couldn't tell how much Han Xiaoyu loved Sun Jiarou...
"When is Xie Zhuo coming back?" Li Aihua suddenly turned the conversation to Xie Zhuo. "It's been seven days, hasn't it?"
"Hmm?" Xu Yan snapped out of her reverie and nodded. "Hmm."
“The weather is getting colder soon,” Li Aihua said. “If he doesn’t come back soon, will your family have any firewood to burn in the winter?”
“Yes,” Xu said, “He brought back a lot last year, and I saw that they were all piled up in the warehouse in the backyard.”
“That’s fine,” Li Aihua said, pulling the rope with her teeth to tighten it. “I heard from Zheng Er that the brigade is going to the city to buy charcoal in a couple of days. Are you going to buy any? If so, just have Zheng Er buy some for you.”
This touched on a blind spot in Xu Yan's life.
Having grown up in the city, she had only seen it in TV dramas: rural families relied on stoves for heating, boiling water, and cooking in winter.
But she really didn't know whether to buy carbon or how much to buy.
"Hmm?" Li Aihua saw that Xu Yan was not speaking and was just staring at her, so she hummed in confusion.
"Let's wait for Xie Zhuo to come back," Xu Yan replied after thinking for a long time.
Two more days passed, and the weather grew even colder.
Just when Xu Yan thought that if Xie Zhuo didn't come back soon, the whole winter would be over, Xie Zhuo finally sent another telegram to Xu Yan, telling her that he had boarded the train and was coming back.
Xu Yan, who was learning how to heat a kang (a traditional heated brick bed) from Aunt Yang, was almost moved to tears.
Without Xie Zhuo, life in the countryside would be too difficult.
She knew that the kang (a heated brick bed) needed to be heated when it got cold, but she didn't know how to do it or how long to heat it. She tried to do it herself for a long time, and ended up covered in soot without getting it right.
Finally, Yang Shulan happened to come over and saw her expression. She wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Xu Yan looks like a rich young lady, with fair and delicate skin that looks like you could squeeze water out of it. The way her parents were so impressive when they came last time suggests that her family is really well-off.
That's true. If it weren't good, they wouldn't have sent her so much money in just six months.
This girl, who was perfect in every way, ended up marrying the third son.
She is suffering hardships that she shouldn't have to endure.
For some reason, Yang Shulan always felt indebted to Xu Yan, so she sighed and prepared to help Xu Yan.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yan rejected him.
“Auntie, you can teach me,” Xu Yan said. “I’m covered in dust, so I can wash it off later. You can stay clean.”
Yang Shulan wanted to say something more, but seeing Xu Yan's insistence, she finally agreed.
Xu Yan had no idea what Yang Shulan was thinking, but when Yang Shulan directed him to take a large iron shovel and shovel cow dung in a warehouse on the west side of the backyard, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Burn this?"
With some difficulty, Xu Yan pointed to the dried cow dung.
“Yes, that’s it,” Yang Shulan was amused by her nausea and the way she was trying so hard to hold it in, and reached out to take the shovel from her hand. “Why don’t I do it?”
“No, I’ll do it,” Xu Yan said.
His words were forceful and resolute, but the way he shoveled cow dung revealed a hint of resistance.
In the end, Xu Yan endured the nausea and put the cow dung into the kang (heated brick bed) hole.
Thankfully, the kang (heated brick bed) opening was outside the house, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to accept it.
Because Xie Zhuo was away these past few days, Xu Yan had been sleeping in the same room with Da Bao and Xiao Bao, using only one kang (heated brick bed) for heating. After she followed Yang Shulan's instructions, she blocked the kang hole with several clods of earth and then used a burlap sack filled with wheat straw to block the clods of earth before going to boil water to take a bath and change her clothes.
As usual, Yang Shulan came over after dinner and stayed until around nine o'clock before going home.
After Da Bao and Xiao Bao washed their feet and faces, they hid under the covers and waited for Xu Yan to get into bed.
Da Bao felt the kang (heated brick bed) was too cold a couple of days ago, but he didn't say anything. He and Xiao Bao squeezed into the same quilt, warming each other's bodies together.
Today, as soon as she crawled into bed, she screamed, which startled Xu Yan, who wondered what had happened.
"It's hot," Xiao Bao kicked the blanket with his foot.
Xu Yan smiled and said, "Did you two feel cold a couple of days ago? You didn't even say anything. If you feel cold or uncomfortable anywhere in the future, you should tell your third aunt."
“If you don’t tell me, my third aunt sometimes overlooks it.”
After washing her face and emptying the water, Xu Yan got onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Third Aunt," Xiao Bao suddenly called out to Xu Yan.
"Hmm?" Xu Yan lay on her pillow, pulled her blanket up, and then looked at Xiao Bao, who had called her name once but hadn't said a word.
"What's wrong?"
"Can you be my mom?" Xiao Bao asked.
The question came so suddenly that Xu Yan froze, staring at Xiao Bao for a long while before gently touching his face. "Why did you suddenly ask that?"
Xiao Bao didn't say anything.
Da Bao, who had been smiling, stopped smiling and frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
After a long pause, he spoke again: "I also want my third aunt to be my mother and my third uncle to be my father."
This question is a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum.
Xu Yan didn't know how to answer.
Just as she was silent, unsure of what to say, Xiao Bao suddenly asked, "If Uncle San brings my mother here, will I have to go with her?"
Xu Yan was genuinely taken aback this time. Her eyes widened slightly, and she sat up a little, looking at Xiao Bao, "How did you know?"
“My brother and I heard it,” Xiao Bao said. “The afternoon before Uncle San left, we heard him say that he was going to go find my mother.”
Xu Yan didn't speak, and tried hard to recall what happened that afternoon, but couldn't remember much.
but……
She thought for a moment, then reached out and gently touched Xiao Bao's head, whose eyes were already brimming with tears.
Before he could even speak, Xiao Bao burst into tears. "Was it because I said I dreamt about my mother that day that Uncle was planning to send me away?"
"I... I was just talking nonsense that day," Xiao Bao's tears fell down his face. "I didn't dream about anyone. I... I was just talking nonsense. Please don't send me away."
"I don't want my mother, I just want my third uncle and third aunt."
Xiao Bao was already adorable with big eyes, and when he cried, Xu Yan's heart melted instantly.
Then I felt very sad.
Da Bao was holding back, but when he saw Xiao Bao crying, he finally couldn't hold back anymore and started crying too.
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