Wang Cuihua turned red with anger, turned around and sat down, took out the handkerchief, covered her face and cried.

No one here wanted to talk to her. Only Wang Hongquan patted Wang Cuihua on the shoulder and sighed.

"This is fate. I know you feel sorry for Dabai. Stop crying. There's no point in crying. Everyone has gone in. Hey!"

Wang Cuihua cried and stamped her feet to vent her dissatisfaction.

"In the coldest month of winter, water is dripping and turning into ice. Is this a life for people in prison? Although Dabai is a child of a farmer, he has not suffered much since he was a child. His body can't bear it!"

"Yang Huamei, you are Dabai's biological mother. Do you want to watch Dabai freeze to death in prison? Do you really like white-haired people giving black-haired people to others?"

These words were like a thunderbolt hitting Yang Huamei on the head.

"You fart, you crow mouth, shut it up!" Yang Huamei yelled at Wang Cuihua.

Wang Cuihua raised her face, which was red from crying, and said ferociously: "I am Dabai's biological aunt. I feel sorry for my nephew. What I tell is the truth! If you want me to shut up, fine, then you can go to your natal family to find them."

, If you don’t want Dabai to die, just get him out. If they are not willing, then they are deliberately trying to kill Dabai!”

"People are going to kill your son, how can you still sit here and speak for your mother-in-law?"

"Yang Huamei, why are you so stupid? When you get old in the future, will your two sons take care of you until the end of your life? Or will your nephews from your mother's family take care of you? Is it the son or the nephew who will take care of you? Don't you have any idea?"

There was a roar in Yang Huamei's head, and she sat there with her mouth open, breathing heavily, and all the blood on her face faded.

Early the next morning, before Yang Huazhong got up, Sun got up in the front room and the backyard.

The first thing she does after getting up every morning is to boil a pot of hot water.

Then fill two jars respectively, and send one to the main room and the other to Tan's house.

Regardless of whether it's Tan's making tea or washing your face, hot water is already available.

Because the hot water was boiling in the pot, there were ashes and fire in the stove. Mrs. Sun filled up the braziers in several heating barrels at home, especially the heating stool and the small copper stove where Mr. Tan usually sat.

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In this way, Mrs. Tan finished washing, made hot tea, and had a warm stool. She sat there warmly and waited for breakfast. How comfortable!

Just as Mrs. Sun rushed to the front yard excitedly with the hot water in the earthen pot, she heard someone banging on the door.

"Which one?" asked Sun in a loud voice.

It's so early, and the genius Momaliang is here. Could it be that the eldest sister's family killed a pig and came over to ask if she wanted pork?

"Third sister-in-law, it's me, I'm Mei'er."

Is it Meier?

Mrs. Sun hurriedly put down the earthen pot in her hand and ran to open the courtyard door.

There was only Yang Huamei standing outside the yard. On a cold morning, the wind was like a knife blowing on her face, which was burning. Yang Huamei was wearing a thin cotton coat and trousers, with a handkerchief around her head, and no scarf or gloves.

Just came here.

Under the veil, her eyes were red and swollen, with frightening dark circles and bags under her eyes. When she opened her eyes to look at Mrs. Sun, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were chapped and covered with a layer of dead skin.

Seeing Mrs. Sun open the door, Yang Huamei rubbed her hands and said unnaturally: "Third sister-in-law, is my third brother up?"

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses: "Your third brother hasn't gotten up yet. It's cold outside. Mei'er should come in quickly."

Yang Huamei was pulled into the yard by Mrs. Sun.

"Mei'er, you go to the main room to have a sip of hot tea first. I'll take this jar of water to my mother's house first."

"My mother didn't get up either?" Yang Huamei asked again.

Mrs. Sun smiled and shook her head, "It's too early for you to come here. No one else has gotten up except me."

Looking at the entire Changping Village, I’m afraid the number of people who have gotten up can be counted on one hand!

After asking around, Yang Huamei realized that it was her fault. She came here too early. Everyone was still lying in the warm quilt on such a cold day. It was really not appropriate to come here to find the third brother now.

But then thinking about Dabai's situation, Yang Huamei could only bite the bullet and beg Sun: "Third sister-in-law, I will help you send the hot water to my mother's house. You go help me and tell third brother that I will find it."

There's something wrong with him."

Mrs. Sun understood what she was saying, so she handed the jar to Yang Huamei and said, "Okay, I'll wake up your third brother."

“Thank you, Third Sister-in-law, thank you, Third Sister-in-law!”

Yang Huamei's eyes turned red as she spoke, and tears threatened to fall. She quickly turned around, picked up the earthen pot, and hurried to Tan's house.

Looking at the back of Yang Huamei walking away, Sun could vaguely guess what she was doing. She sighed softly, shook her head, turned around and went to the backyard to call Yang Huazhong.

In the backyard, when Yang Huazhong was yawning and putting on his cotton-padded clothes, Mrs. Sun stuffed his socks into the pit of his heart and warmed them against his skin.

In his hand, he was still helping Yang Huazhong pat the fine dust on his pants.

"When I saw Mei'er like that, I felt really distressed. She looked like she had lost several layers of skin."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Huazhong lost most of his sleep.

"Who can blame me? It's the fault of a son who doesn't teach his father. When he was a child, he was spoiled and pampered. Now it's useless to cry!" he said.

Sun glanced at Yang Huazhong and said, "Li'er is like this. Poor parents in the world. When you see Mei'er later, you'd better speak more gently and don't use harsh words to irritate her."

Yang Huazhong frowned: "I understand, you don't need to tell me. Hey, where are my socks? They were here just now..."

"Now, wear it."

Seeing Mrs. Sun take the socks out of her arms and stuffing them into Yang Huazhong's hands with her body temperature on them, Yang Huazhong pursed his lips and the hard lines on his face softened a bit.

When Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun returned to the main room, Yang Huamei was already waiting there. In addition, Ms. Tan was also neatly dressed and sitting on the warm stool next to her, holding a bowl of freshly brewed hot tea.

Compared with Mr. Tan's calmness and calmness, Yang Huamei, who was walking around, was like an ant on a hot pot.

Especially when she saw Yang Huazhong approaching, the light in Yang Huamei's eyes instantly lit up, just like a drowning person seeing a floating board that was hit by a wave in front of him. As long as he stretched out his hand, he might be able to catch it.

However, when she reached out her hand, she found that the floating board was not what she imagined.

That's why Yang Huamei is so cautious at this moment.

"Third brother..."

"Meier, what's the matter with you coming here so early?"

Yang Huazhong knew what he was asking, but maybe he subconsciously hoped that this sister would be more sensible and not come over to make trouble or ask for anything.

She was doing well the past two days!

"Third brother, you are a smart man, so why do you ask questions when you know everything you know?"

Yang Huamei folded the ten fingers of her hands in front of her body. She has had this habit since she was a child. When she was nervous and uneasy, she liked to do this action. The ten fingers were stroking each other as if in a stranglehold.
Chapter completed!