Grandpa Qian has been very busy since he came back this time. He goes to the cemetery every day. In his words, he doesn't know if he will have the chance to come back next time, so he wants to spend more time with them while he can still walk.
Older people are always afraid of death, so Zhao Xiaoyu didn't try to persuade him; she just wanted him to be happy.
As long as you don't catch a cold, it's fine.
Life in the village was peaceful, and before they knew it, the winter solstice had arrived.
No matter what the holiday is, it is always Mother's last holiday.
So the three brothers discussed it and decided to bring their families to live with their mother. They had no choice, as their mother liked lively gatherings.
Neither Song nor Zhao Xiaoyu had any objections to this.
Grandpa Qian had no objection. He and his grandson could celebrate the holidays at home just the same. They had celebrated with them for the past few years, and they could celebrate together again in the future. Why should he argue with someone who was about to die?
It's a pity about Old Sun; such an arrogant person, but in his last few years he couldn't get going.
On the Winter Solstice, Zhao Dashu didn't skimp on dumplings this time, nor did he compare himself to his two older brothers. Since it wouldn't be many more times anyway, he had the steward send over rice, flour, and meat, asking them to make plenty of dumplings, as there would be many people tomorrow.
Because those who have married out will also come back, and everyone will celebrate the Winter Solstice together for their mother.
Two tables were set up inside the house, and the others sat in the main room to eat.
"Xiaoyu, you and your mother will have to eat at your grandmother's house tomorrow."
"good."
Considering that Grandma was loud and boisterous her whole life, and was petty and mean-spirited, yet she was surrounded by children and grandchildren in her final days, it's not like God treated her unfairly.
She didn't suffer much hardship in her life, especially in her old age.
When Old Madam Sun heard that everyone was going to celebrate the festival with her, she couldn't stop smiling. "Huang, in the end, the third son is the most filial. He knows I love a lively atmosphere, so he made sure the festival was bustling with activity as soon as he came back."
“Yes,” Madam Huang echoed, “The Third Master has always been very filial, and he is extremely good to the Old Madam.”
"That's right. I was blind before. I always thought I would have to rely on the eldest son when I got old, then I thought it would be the second son. I never relied on the third son. I know him very well."
But I never dreamed that since I fell ill, I'd need my third brother to take care of me in every way, and to stand up for me. If I had known he would be so successful and filial, I would have insisted on sending him to school no matter what.
Old Mrs. Sun was actually quite regretful. Some things are better left unthought; once you start thinking about them, you'll regret it terribly. She really shouldn't have raised her eldest son back then.
That bastard is an ingrate. Before the old man passed away, he told her that she must be good to the eldest brother in the future, and that everything must be left to the eldest brother. He also said that after he was gone, she should listen to the eldest brother and live with him...
And what was the result?
How many times have the two of them visited her in the past few years?
"It's not too late now. Remember how good the Third Master was to the Old Madam. Don't break his heart. Look, after the Old Master passed away, the Third Master would visit the grave every time he came back. I heard he always brought a lot of things with him."
"Look how deserted the old man's grave is when Third Master isn't around. Except for those two special days, who comes to visit and chat with him?"
Old Mrs. Sun couldn't help but recall when her husband passed away. He left in a hurry, and all the affairs were handled by her third son.
It was he who insisted on buying a good coffin, he who insisted on ensuring the old man's passing was dignified, and he who voluntarily paid for everything.
The other two unfilial sons seemed to only keep vigil and didn't care about anything else. In the end, they even blamed the third son for asking them for money.
It's as if the old man isn't their father; they'd rather he left without them having to spend a single penny. Especially that eldest scoundrel—the old man left him everything he owned!
There are some things that shouldn't be thought about; just thinking about them chills Old Mrs. Sun to the bone.
"Everyone says that having a son will provide for you in your old age, but look at them and then look at Xiaoyu. It would be better to have a son who is less capable than them."
The three women had been stirring up trouble for her all these years, and since the eldest and second sons of the Zhao family rarely visited the old lady, she was extremely disappointed in her two sons.
The reason for doing this is simple: they don't want their master to have worked so hard for so many years, only to suffer losses in the end.
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