When Du Jiang woke up again, the room was immersed in darkness. Du Jiang was confused and couldn't tell the time, so he subconsciously reached out to touch his side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he touched the quilt.
Huo Yang, who was outside the door, heard the noise and quickly stood up and walked over. The lighting of the kerosene lamp dispelled the darkness in the room. Feeling the coolness on Huo Yang's body, Du Jiang frowned, "What time is it? Why don't you go in and rest?"
"I didn't eat in the evening. I thought you would wake up at night, so I stewed some soup in a casserole in the living room. I'll bring it to you." Then he turned and left quickly.
Huo Xingle, who was standing next to him, may have heard the conversation between the two. He babbled and opened his big eyes. His dark, round eyes, like grapes, looked intently at Du Jiang, and they were filled with Du Jiang's image. Du Jiang felt a warm feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug Huo Xingle in his arms.
"You little rascal, you're awake again." The ignorant baby couldn't understand the language and could only recognize Du Jiang by the scent on his body. Maybe he was hungry, so his little head tilted towards inside, and his little mouth was slightly pouting, making a smacking sound.
Without thinking, Du Jiang knew that the boy must be hungry. He reached out and touched Huo Xingle's butt, then lifted up his clothes and fed the child.
Amidst the gulping sounds of Huo Xingle, Huo Yang walked in carrying a casserole. Upon seeing such an erotic scene, he immediately shyly turned aside, "Why are you feeding him again? You haven't eaten yet."
"It's okay, my chest is a little bloated, I'll feed him first." Du Jiang touched Huo Xingle's chubby cheek lovingly, "I haven't taken care of him today. By the way, have you gone to Uncle San? How is Uncle Xiao? Is he okay?"
"I've gone, and the ginseng has been delivered as well." Huo Yang placed the casserole on the table, scooped a bowl of soup and set it aside to dry. He only came to his senses after the swallowing sound behind him subsided. "Give me the child. You can drink some soup first. I put some carrots in it."
Du Jiang handed Huo Xingle to Huo Yang. "He just finished feeding. Hold him upright and pat his burp to prevent him from choking on the milk." Du Jiang lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
After landing at the table, Du Jiang looked at the large piece of mutton in the bowl, not knowing what to say. "Didn't I tell you not to stew it? Why did you stew it again?"
"I stewed it in the house. The doors and windows are closed. It's okay." Huo Yang's big hands gently patted Huo Xingle's back. After a few seconds, the little guy burped. Hearing the sound, Huo Yang carefully held the little guy horizontally. "Uncle Xiao has Uncle San. From what Uncle San said, it seems that the policy has been relaxed. Uncle Xiao's status will probably be resolved soon."
"What?" Du Jiang suspected he was imagining something, but Huo Yang's expression didn't seem fake. Du Jiang immediately smiled and asked again and again, "Really? Really?"
"It should be true. Uncle San never does anything he's not sure of." Huo Yang nodded affirmatively. "Since he said that, he must be sure of it."
"That's a good thing," Du Jiang said, then his mood became depressed again. "It's a pity that grandpa and grandma didn't hear it. If they had persisted a little longer, it would definitely be possible."
"Jiang Jiang, grandpa and grandma were in their seventies, almost eighty, so it's considered a happy funeral." Huo Yang was sad about the couple's passing, but he also took it lightly. "Compared to other elderly people nowadays, they lived a long life and didn't suffer much. Xingle and my uncle are by their side, so they have nothing to worry about."
"I know, but I'm still sad," Du Jiang said with a sense of loss. "From the time we got married until now, for a full five years, they've been so good to me. Huo Yang, they're the best elders. They taught me how to grow herbs and even gave all their allowance to this family. In the past few years, when I couldn't get pregnant, they didn't push me and instead kept comforting me. Compared to the urging and gossip of other elders in the village, they really are the best elders."
"I know grandpa and grandma are doing well. Although they're gone, they will always live in our hearts." Huo Yang looked down at Huo Xingle, who had fallen asleep again in his arms, then turned around and carefully placed the child on the bed. "Jiang Jiang, they were happy when they left. There was no pain. Their children and grandchildren were by their side, and they had something to look forward to in the future. This made them worry nothing about us, and allowed them to leave with peace of mind and peace of mind."
"Thank you," Huo Yang's words were rough but true. Du Jiang knew he was trying to comfort her, fearing she would sink into grief and hurt herself, so she said immediately, "I know they were having a happy funeral, but it's hard to accept for a moment. They were fine in front of everyone, how could they be gone overnight? It was so sudden."
"In fact, there were signs a long time ago. Although grandpa and grandma still looked strong, their spirits had been increasingly weakened over the past two years," Huo Yang recalled the old couple's appearance over the past two years and sighed. "It's just that we didn't notice those small details. We just thought they would always be with us and forgot their age."
"Let's go pay our respects in a few days," Du Jiang said after taking a sip of his soup. "And my uncle, let's take him home once things have calmed down."
"Third uncle won't agree," Huo Yang lowered his voice, fearing to wake Huo Xingle. "Third uncle has been taking care of us all these years, and I don't think he'll let us move in. Besides, we have children at home, and I don't think my uncle would live in grandpa and grandma's room."
"But..." Du Jiang wanted to say something, but was stopped by Huo Yang.
"Don't worry, Third Uncle knows what's going on. We'll just cook together as usual. As the younger generation, we don't need to worry about anything else."
Seeing Huo Yang's words, Du Jiang no longer insisted, "Okay, I'll listen to you. By the way, move all the ginseng in the living room to your ranch. The ones we've planted over the years are the ones that grow best and fastest in your ranch."
"I know," Huo Yang nodded. "Almost all of them have been moved in. I've also put the rest in. The plants inside the pasture do grow faster than outside, and the temperature is suitable. But we still need to put some in plain sight. We'll save some over the years so we can have some capital when we leave here."
"Is there any change in the principal?"
Du Jiang was a little confused, but Huo Yang shook his head. "Nothing has changed now, but I have a feeling the wind direction seems to be changing. Anyway, having more money is not a problem, so it's a good thing to have more in reserve."
That's true. Du Jiang nodded in agreement. "Indeed, the cost of raising a child is not low. Although it may not be obvious now, it will cost a lot to go to school, get married and have children when they grow up. Add to that the expenses for Third Uncle and Younger Uncle, so we should prepare more."
"Don't worry, the poultry on my ranch are almost mature, and I'll be able to produce another batch soon." Huo Yang looked over his ranch in his mind and described the situation to Du Jiang. After listening, Du Jiang couldn't help but sigh, "It's true that people have different fates. Just keep in mind that it's better to be cautious in everything."
"Don't worry, I still want to grow old with you."
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