Chapter 277: Report of Death

Fortunately, Shuangyun happened to pass by. Hearing Xingxing's scream, he rushed into the kitchen and saw Xingxing standing there. There was a fallen pot on the ground, and hot water all over the floor. He was shocked!

Shuangyun rushed over and picked Xingxing up first: "Miss, are you okay?"

Shuangyun was busy checking everywhere to see where Xingxing was burned.

Xing Xing shook her head: "I'm fine. I didn't get burned."

Shuangyun felt Xingxing's clothes and found that there was no wet spot, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

She carried Xingxing to a clean place without any water stains, and took a rag to clean the traces of hot water on the ground.

Xing Xing felt a little embarrassed: "Sister Shuangyun, I didn't carry the pot properly."

Shuangyun hurriedly said, "Miss, don't say that. It's a great blessing that you didn't get permed." After a pause, Shuangyun suddenly noticed that Xingxing's lips were dry and slightly chapped. She was angry and frowned as she looked around, "...Where is Shuanglian? Where is Shuanglian?"

How to take care of Miss Xingxing!

Miss Xingxing’s mouth is so dry that it’s peeling!

Shuangyun suppressed his anger and said to Xingxing gently, "Miss, next time you want to drink water, you can ask Shuanglian to pour it for you. Don't pour it yourself."

Xing Xing nodded obediently at first, then explained: "Sister Shuangyun, I looked for Sister Shuanglian, but couldn't find her, so I poured it myself..."

She looked at the water stains on the ground and the little person sighed.

Shuangyun couldn't help laughing, but she was also a little angry when she thought that Shuanglian couldn't even do the duty of a maid.

This time Miss Xingxing was lucky and didn't get burned. But what if something similar happens next time?

Shuangyun hesitated for a moment, but still told this to Mrs. Wei.

Xingxing is Mrs. Wei's sweetheart, and she immediately flew into a rage when she heard this!

Just as Mrs. Wei was about to call Shuanglian over for a lecture, some villagers came to visit.

But he came to report a death.

——Zhao Meng’s father, Zhao Youcai is gone.

When Mrs. Wei heard this, she was a little surprised: "...Didn't I hear that he got better a few days ago? How come he died suddenly?"

The person who came to report the death had a sad face: "Who says it's not true? Maybe it's because the winter is hard, or maybe the last two days were just a last burst of energy..."

Nantuo Village had experienced natural disasters in those years, and many of the elderly and young people in the village had passed away. When a death occurred, other families in the village would basically lend a hand and help with the funeral.

Especially now that the two elders in the Zhao family have passed away, and now the only strong young man in the Zhao family, Zhao Youcai, has also passed away, leaving only Zhao Meng and his mother. They are truly an orphan and a widow.

Even though Zhao Youcai had offended the Yu family not long ago, the matter was over now. Mrs. Wei took her sons to beat Zhao Youcai up, which was considered a way to vent Ju Ge'er's anger, and the matter was over.

If this is the case, then they should help the remaining orphans and widows in the Zhao family.

Mrs. Wei nodded to the villagers who came to report the death and said, "I'll go to the Zhao family later to see if I can help in any way."

The villagers nodded. Although they had heard about the conflicts between the Yu and Zhao families, the fact that the Yu family was willing to step forward and offer to help was very generous of them.

The villagers were busy reporting the death to the next family.

Mrs. Wei sighed and stood up, but she was thinking in her heart that Zhao Youcai had a bad temper and often beat his wife and children. If he died, Zhao Meng and his mother might live a poorer life, but for them, life might be a little easier...

But of course it's not good to say this in front of people.

Mrs. Wei went to the third room's yard to look for Ju Ge'er.

Brother Ju did not go out today. He was in his room chasing a chick he had caught from the chicken coop and having a lot of fun.

Mrs. Wei's eyebrows were twitching.

Brother Ju stuffed the chicken behind him, his eyes wandering.

Mrs. Wei took a deep breath.

Ju Ge'er thought he was going to be scolded, so he quickly said, "...Grandma, the chicken coop is very cold. I'll bring it inside to play for a while, it will be fine."

The veins on Mrs. Wei's forehead were throbbing even more violently. She couldn't help scolding her grandson: "...It's winter now, and the chick has already gotten used to the weather outside. You caught it and made a fuss about it. When you put it back in the chicken coop, it may not be used to the weather outside and may die."

Ju Ge'er was stunned by what Mrs. Wei said, but he quickly came up with his own solution: "Then just keep it in my room!"

He thought his idea was good and was a little proud of it.

Mrs. Wei: “…”

It is such a blessing for her to have a grandson like Ju Ge'er!

Mrs. Wei called Shuangyun and asked her to pay attention and move the chick back to the chicken coop.

Ju Ge'er still had a reluctant look in his eyes.

Mrs. Wei couldn't help but patted Ju Ge'er's head: "...I'll take you to Ameng's house. Ameng's father is gone. You go and keep him company."

Ju Ge'er jumped up and urged Wei Pozi: "Grandma, why didn't you tell me earlier? Let's go. A Meng must be very sad right now."

Before leaving, Mrs. Wei thought about it and took Xingxing with her again.

She felt that Xingxing was the most blessed child in their family. If she could bring some of this blessing to Zhao Meng and his mother so that these orphans and widows could live a better life, it would be a good thing.

There were already quite a few people in the Zhao family at this time. Some were helping to hang up the white banners, some were helping to dress Zhao Youcai in shrouds, and they were all busy.

Zhao Meng's mother wiped her tears and talked to someone: "... He was dug out of the snow a few days ago. He recovered a lot after a day of rest, but his legs were frostbitten. He needs to rest for a while. I thought the master was fine. But last night he suddenly got angry, threw the night pot, and wouldn't let me into the house. He kept scolding me..."

The neighbors of the Zhao family nodded repeatedly, confirming this statement: "Oh, I was saying, your man's behavior last night... He cursed so much..."

The neighbor couldn't continue speaking, but there was a slightly disdainful expression on his face, and it was obvious that he looked down on Zhao Youcai.

How can you scold your wife who has taken good care of you in such a dirty way?

That's not a daughter-in-law at all, it sounds like she's cursing the enemy who murdered her father!

In other words, Amon is just a good-tempered person...

The neighbors murmured in their hearts.

Zhao Meng's mother wiped her tears and continued, "... I had no choice but to go to A Meng's room and stay with him for half the night... I got up in the middle of the night, thinking that I should go and see if the master of the house needed my help, but when I entered the room, I found that his body was stiff..."

When talking about the sad part, Zhao Meng's mother covered her face with a handkerchief and started crying.

The aunties, grandmothers and sisters-in-law nearby all hurried to persuade them.

The dead cannot be resurrected, so don't be too sad.

You have to take care of yourself and raise Amon well, which will be the best thing for the Zhao family.

Everyone sincerely advised Zhao Meng's mother.

It can be seen that Zhao Meng's mother usually has a good relationship with people.

Mrs. Wei originally wanted to step forward and persuade him, but she never expected that from her angle, she could see Zhao Meng's mother's face, which was covered with a handkerchief, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised!