Mr. Xu must have prepared for their arrival and cleaned up in advance.
Seeing her looking around, Jiang Yanxu approached and asked, "There aren't many good rooms in this courtyard. Are you a little disappointed?"
"No, I think Mr. Xu is a very wise man."
How can you defend such a large yard by yourself without making some sacrifices?
The few habitable houses looked dilapidated from the outside, but were warm and comfortable inside.
There is a faint medicinal fragrance lingering in the air, which really gives a sense of tranquility, as if one is living in seclusion in the city and living in a humble room.
However, after listening to Jiang Yanxu's story, He Ruixue realized that this tranquility was hard-won.
His only son died on the battlefield in his early years, and his daughter-in-law remarried, leaving behind only a pair of children.
As a national expert in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, he can endure being criticized and having his property searched.
But his grandson was pushed down the stairs and died at university, and his granddaughter was maliciously harassed during childbirth.
The hospital was afraid of causing trouble and did nothing. All the equipment stopped working, causing her to bleed to death on the delivery bed, along with her unborn child.
The man's family was unwilling to let her be buried in the ancestral tomb, so Mr. Xu took her back and buried her with his grandson.
As for the larger grave mound next to it, it is their father's cenotaph.
As an acupuncturist who showed his prowess in emergency situations and saved many lives from the hands of the devil, how can it not be ironic that his grandchildren died before he could treat them?
You can imagine the blow it was to him.
In the same year, his wife was so shocked that she couldn't bear it. In just three years, Mr. Xu became a lonely man and his life was turned upside down.
After giving his family a decent funeral, he also thought about taking sleeping pills.
But before his death, his wife held his hand and begged him to live well, saying that if he was gone, they would be in the underworld with no one to burn paper money for them during the holidays, and no one would think about them, and how hard their lives would be.
Only then did he manage to hold on.
Thinking that he probably wouldn't live for many more years anyway, he might as well write a book about his medical experience, acupuncture tips, difficult prescriptions, and snippets of his family's life.
If the people you cherish are remembered by more people, your life will not be in vain.
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