"The days go by so fast. In the blink of an eye, it's been the first anniversary of Grandma Xiaohei's death." Yang Ruoqing sighed.

Yang Huamei said: "Yes, things have actually gotten better over the past year. In the first three months before my mother-in-law left, Shuanzi and I often dreamed of her."

"Her resentment did not dissipate within seven or seven days. She even came back to make trouble. It was only after a prescription was made that it stopped."

"Later on, I gradually stopped thinking about her. But this anniversary and the annual opera in the village made me think of her again. I thought of her kindness to me and her kindness to me when she was still alive.

Tolerance, love for two grandchildren..."

As he spoke, Yang Huamei's eyes turned red and her voice became rusty.

"If my mother-in-law is still alive, I can let her go to the town to study with her two eldest grandsons, who are her sweethearts,"

"If my mother-in-law were still alive, she would be singing operas for five or six days this year. She would definitely be happy. She would definitely invite the two sisters who picked up Shuanzi and the children at my sister's house to come to watch the opera. She would buy buns, fried dough sticks and so on for the children every day.

Yes, I am always smiling when I come in and out."

"However, my mother-in-law is gone. There are so many old women about her age in front of the theater at the entrance of the village, but my mother-in-law is nowhere to be seen because she is no longer alive..."

As Yang Huamei talked, she cried.

She buried her head and raised her hand to cover her mouth, not wanting anyone to see her cry.

But Yang Ruoqing saw the water in front of her, and the tears fell into the water one by one, creating small circles of ripples.

"Aunt, the dead cannot be resurrected. I feel sorry for you! You still have uncle Shuanzi, and Dabai and Xiaohei." Yang Ruoqing could only comfort her like this.

In the face of life and death, all words of comfort are pale.

All she had to do was persuade her with something that made her nostalgic, and the rest was left to time, letting time dilute everything...

After Yang Huamei shed tears for a while, she twitched her nose a few times and barely controlled her emotions.

"By the way, Qing'er, we plan to hold an anniversary celebration for my mother the day after tomorrow. Then you can come over for lunch." Yang Huamei said again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "I understand, have you informed my father about this?"

Yang Huamei said: "Shuanzi went to the old house to talk about this in the morning."

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm', then she went back to Blacksmith Luo and asked him to prepare some incense paper and firecrackers. The day after tomorrow, she followed Lao Wang's family and Lao Yang's family to burn it in front of Shuan Ziniang's grave.

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"I saw Mrs. Wangfu again during the opera last night." Yang Ruoqing said while washing.

"To be honest, that woman really impressed me. After her son died, and the man was cooking in the military camp, she used the money that the man earned from cooking in the military camp to eat well and drink hot food at home, and went around to hook up with men.

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"She's so old. My granddaughter is already in her teens. She even paints her mouth red and draws her eyebrows into hooks. The men she hooks up with are all the roughest and most unsavory of the villages.

Man."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Huamei spit hard into the water.

"She is just a shameless old coquettish woman, and she is a perfect match for that Wangfu. If she hadn't been restless and came to seduce my father-in-law, my mother-in-law wouldn't be hanging on her neck. To put it bluntly, my mother-in-law would be

She was killed!" Yang Ruoqing said harshly.

"What do you mean?" Yang Ruoqing asked, "According to you, your father-in-law did not hook up with Mrs. Wangfu before your mother-in-law died?"

Yang Huamei said: "Yes, I haven't before. My father-in-law said it himself. He confided everything."

"On the night of the opera last year, my father-in-law came over to watch the show. He happened to meet Mrs. Wangfu on the way. The woman wanted to tease my father-in-law, so she deliberately pretended to trip and leaned against him."

"We are all from the countryside. They are about to fall to the ground. You can't push them away anymore, right?"

"My father-in-law stretched out his hand to help her, but my mother-in-law bumped into her."

"My mother-in-law is a boring gourd herself. If she had been more aggressive, she would have rushed to beat her and scolded her. If the misunderstanding was resolved, nothing would have happened."

"But my mother-in-law didn't know how she got into a dead end at the time, and she died when she got home. After she died, my father-in-law was lonely, and Mrs. Wangfu came to tease me again."

"Qing'er, you also know that a man is just like a cat. He is hungry every day. If you put a fish in front of him, will he eat it?"

"So later on, my father-in-law was really obsessed with that dead woman. He even stole money from home and gave it to the woman to spend. He almost made us angry to death!"

Speaking of old things, Yang Huamei was still so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Yang Ruoqing was thinking about what to do when she suddenly heard a burst of whispers from other bathing women around her. They all looked towards the dam and pointed.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei's attention was also diverted, and they looked towards the pond together.

Then I saw three carriages coming from Tangba. The one in front was the carriage of Lao Mu's family. The two carriages behind were driven by unfamiliar carriage drivers, but the servants walking beside your carriage were unfamiliar with these people in Changping Village.

For women, it is not unfamiliar at all.

They were the maids of Mu Zichuan's uncle's family. When Mrs. Zichuan was seriously ill last year, these maids stayed here to assist Liu Doukou in taking care of Mrs. Zichuan's illness.

Said to be assisting Liu Doukou, in fact it is these servant wives who play the main role.

They do everything like washing and decoction.

So they had already become familiar with the women bathing by the pond.

"She is a servant of the Liu family. It seems that the people in this carriage should be Zichuan's aunt and cousin." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huamei nodded: "It's probably Zichuan who picked them up to watch the show."

Yang Ruoqing also thought so. Thinking that the Mu family's carriage left the village early this morning, well, Mu Zichuan had enlightened himself this time and knew how to maintain the relationship with his uncle's family, and even specially picked up his future mother-in-law and fiancée.

Come and watch the show.

This is a good thing.

Three carriages passed over the pond and entered the village.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei also looked away and continued to bathe.

Yang Huamei murmured in a low voice: "This girl from the Liu family is so watery and precious, as if she is precious. When she was serving her seriously ill mother-in-law, she almost never cooked a complete meal, and she also borrowed the hands of the servants to do the laundry."

"Is it really good for Zichuan to marry such a woman as his wife? That kind of woman seems to be pretty much the same as her. How come I feel so unreliable when it comes to living a married life and managing the daily necessities of life?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "No one is born with all the skills to do anything. Just take you, aunt, as an example. Before you married my uncle Shuanzi, you were worshiped like a Bodhisattva in your natal family!
Chapter completed!