Zhao Dashu now has grandchildren, all of whom are smart and well-behaved. He will definitely take them out tomorrow to show them to the villagers.
As soon as they returned, everyone at the end of the village knew.
The group wandered around the door a few times, and seeing that the door was closed and no one came out, they knew they were tired.
Let's meet again tomorrow.
The village chief sighed, "I'm afraid there won't be time tomorrow either."
Yes, Old Madam Sun is ill. When Da Shu comes back, he will definitely take care of his mother.
"Let's wait until they're free. We can't leave anytime soon anyway, so there's no rush."
"Yes, no rush, let's talk about it later."
"I've missed it quite a bit; it's been years since I've seen it."
"You bet, I wonder how old the tree looks now, would you still recognize it?"
The village chief was speechless. How could people who eat and drink well grow old?
The news of Zhao Dashu's family returning home spread throughout Laomuzhu Village, and everyone knew that he had received the message and returned to visit his mother.
The next day, Zhao Dashu dressed neatly and took his family to his mother's place.
The little girl walked and looked around, saying, "Grandpa, our house is actually quite nice."
"That's right. See that room? Your grandparents, your mother, and I used to sleep in one room. There weren't even any blankets on the kang (heated brick bed). We couldn't even burn more firewood to keep warm because your great-grandmother wouldn't allow it."
"Great-grandmother is so mean."
Zhao Dashu: ...
Upon arriving at the old Sun family residence, "it was even smaller here."
Zhao Xiaoyu tugged at her daughter, "Shut up. Don't say anything out of line when we get there, understand?"
What should I do if I want to speak?
"Hold it in, we'll talk about it when we get home."
The little girl pursed her lips. Grandpa Qian was right. Some people don't like to hear the truth, like her parents.
Upon arriving at Old Sun's house, the first thing that catches the eye is his full head of white hair.
Grandma, have you been worried these past two years? Why has your hair turned completely white?
Zhao Dashu was also stunned. His mother not only had gray hair, but she also looked listless, with obvious wrinkles on her face, and she had lost a lot of weight.
His complexion was obviously sickly.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
When it left, it was still fair and chubby.
When Old Mrs. Sun saw Zhao Dashu return, her eyes immediately filled with tears. "Third son, you're finally back. I thought I wouldn't get to see you one last time."
"How could that be? You still have a long life ahead of you. We'll treat your illnesses; don't worry about the cost."
Zhao Xiaoyu carefully examined Old Sun's mother; her illness seemed rather serious.
"Mother, I heard you're not feeling well, so I brought a doctor from the prefectural city to give you a good check-up. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
When Old Madam Sun heard that her son had brought a doctor back from the prefectural city, her eyes lit up. Better to live a miserable life than die; life was so good now, she naturally had no desire to die.
She had consulted all the doctors in the county town, and they all said that her health was not good.
She has been taking her medicine diligently and has been avoiding certain foods, so she doesn't understand why her health is getting worse and weaker.
She feels weak and exhausted every day, and even needs to be fed to eat because she doesn't have the strength to hold the bowl.
This feeling made her very anxious, as if she was about to die.
"Quickly, let the doctor take a look at me."
She had no interest in the two extra little people in the room, nor in exchanging pleasantries with her son and granddaughter; all she wanted was to continue living.
I still felt like I could be saved.
I always felt that I shouldn't have died so young.
Everyone made way for the doctor. Zhao Xiaoyu could tell that Grandma was really afraid of dying, very, very afraid.
But people can decide everything for themselves, except for life and death.
She could tell that her mother was terminally ill.
I told her before to eat less, but she wouldn't listen. The doctor repeatedly advised her not to eat indiscriminately, but she still wouldn't listen. Now it's too late to regret it.
People always regret their mistakes when it's too late to undo them.
She really brought this on herself.
The doctor silently took her pulse, his face grave, while Old Mrs. Sun was like a lamb to the slaughter, her heart pounding in her throat.
The doctors in the prefectural city are skilled; they'll surely be able to cure her, right? This time, she'll definitely listen to them and do whatever they say.
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