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Chapter 32 Your mother-in-law, I still don't know
In the eyes of the farmer, having no son means having no offspring, and he would be disgusted. He was in a hurry but couldn't do anything, so he had to go to the temple to pray on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, begging the Bodhisattva to give his daughter a boy.

But just when he was full of hope, Jinyue suddenly fell ill for no reason. On that day, Su's second child rushed over overnight and told him "Jinyue is dying".

Hearing this news, he was stunned for a long time, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak. What else could he say when even the doctor had come to a conclusion? Rushing to Su's house overnight, he had to see his daughter for the last time.

His heart had never been so flustered, and when he thought of his poor daughter, he was so tearful that he couldn't speak.

Later, he heard that Jinyue recovered suddenly, fell ill for no reason, then recovered inexplicably, just like a dream.

But because it was the busy season of farming, he thought about going to see his daughter after he finished his work. Unexpectedly, his daughter came back by herself.

Jinyue seldom goes back to her natal home, maybe two or three times a year.They are her mother's memorial day, his birthday, and the second day of the new year.

For him, although he wants to see his daughter often emotionally, he also knows rationally that when a child is married, he is a member of someone else's family. When I came back, I didn't have a good face and nothing to eat.

"Son, why are you back all of a sudden?" Father Chen quickly put down the vermicelli stick in his hand and came over to ask.

"Did you get scolded by your mean mother-in-law?" Mrs. Zhou raised the door curtain slowly, combed her hair, and asked with squinted eyes.

Jinyue thought to herself: You want to watch a good show, but I don't like it.

Say no, just want to come and have a look.

She put the cakes on the steps outside the house, and started to roll up her sleeves, planning to help them hang vermicelli.

Mrs. Zhou glanced at the two boxes of big pastries and let out a sigh of relief.

This pastry is not cheap, is it a sudden development?
Chen Xiaobao teased Su Shen and fed her vermicelli.

"Don't, it's so cold, go and sit in the room." Father Chen hurriedly stopped him and pushed Jinyue into the room.

"That's right, sister, quickly take Shen'er back to the house."

Although a stove had been set up in the house, it was not yet winter, and the stove was only used occasionally in order to save money.

Today is not a special weather, the stove did not light a fire.

The inside of the room may not be much warmer than the outside, Jinyue put the pastry on the table that had been covered with a thick layer of dust and seemed to have not been wiped for several years, and looked at it for a long time and didn't know where to sit.

Although it appears to be her own home on the surface, Jinyue knows in her heart that this is just a strange place.

It wasn't until Father Chen finished arranging the work in hand and came in with a handful of cardboard and a few pieces of split wood that he forced the two of them onto the kang.

When Jinyue touched it, the kang was like an ice cellar, without any warmth.

"Grandpa, it's so cold on the kang."

"The kang that was filled last night turned off in the middle of it, baby, come on, put on the quilt quickly, don't get too cold, I'll start a fire right away, and I'll be warm in a while."

Father Chen wiped his red nose, said apologetically, pulled off the quilt that gave off an unpleasant smell, and covered Jinyue and Su Shen's laps.

Only then did Jinyue realize that the white hair had quietly climbed up to Old Chen's head like a tide, and it had spread more than half of it.

He seemed to have grown thinner, and his thin bone frame was covered with loose and tattered clothes, which seemed to be longer in the front and shorter in the back under the arched waist.

Yuanshen once hated her father, hated her very much, especially when she learned that her mother died of starvation rather than illness, especially when Mrs. Zhou dragged her to beat her hard, but her father didn't stop her, especially when she saw She hated when her father hugged her newborn brother, pierced his face with his beard, and berated her to wash diapers.

If the original body is alive, if she sees that her father has become like this, can she still hate it?

Everyone has their own difficulties.

Just think of it as a visit to relax.

Jinyue tried her best to forget about the unhappiness in Su's house, and just asked Mr. Chen about the harvest this year. Mr. Chen said that everything is fine, and Xiaobao will get married at the end of next year.

Chen Xiaobao is indeed getting older, he is 20 years old this year, and he is set to be the niece of Zhou's natal family, Feng Shi, which can be considered as a close relationship.

During the conversation with Mr. Chen, Mrs. Zhou came in a few times, and every time he said polite things like cooking, baking buns, etc., but he never saw any food coming in.

Su Shen didn't eat anything all morning, she seemed to be hungry, and looked towards the door eagerly, as if she was really waiting for her grandma's meal.

Father Chen looked a little embarrassed, he took apart the snacks on the table, and gave them to Su Shen and Jinyue, telling them to fill their stomachs first, saying that lunch will be made soon, and if there are freshly ground vermicelli today, they will fry the vermicelli.

Jinyue knew that Mrs. Zhou was stingy, and she was afraid that she would embarrass Old Chen afterwards, so she insisted on letting him put the snack back.

When the stove was burning, the room became much warmer. In the end, Father Chen couldn't hold back and asked Jinyue if there was any conflict with his family. Jinyue hurriedly said no, she was in good health, and came to report that she was safe.

This doll is like this. Since she was a child, she reported good things but not bad ones. No matter how much she felt wronged, she would keep it in her heart, just like her mother.

Father Chen sighed, and said, "Father has no skills, even if you talk about father, it won't be of much help to you."

Father Chen's concern caused a warm current to flow through Jinyue's heart.

"I'm really fine."

"I still don't know about your mother-in-law? It's all up to you to endure these years. If it's someone else, I don't know how to fly like a dog? But baby, remember, take a step back and the sea and the sky will be bright, as long as you two If you are in harmony, there is no hurdle you cannot overcome."

Jinyue nodded, saying she knew.

What she didn't want to tell Old Man Chen was that the current conflict was no longer between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but between husband and wife.

In order not to make Mr. Chen suspicious, Jinyue said after four o'clock in the afternoon that he was going back, but Mr. Chen still insisted on letting Jinyue stay for dinner.

It is estimated that Mrs. Chen went out to talk about cooking, and Mrs. Zhou threw pots, tiles and pans in the kitchen.Jinyue thought about it for a while, and felt that there was no need to have this meal, so she insisted on leaving.

Fortunately, her younger brother Xiaobao has been pestering her to chat with her.

Yuanshen has an inexplicable feeling for this younger brother. Before the younger brother was born, to be precise, before the Zhou family married, she was once the jewel in the palm of her father, and she used to ride on her father's neck and act like a spoiled child.

At that time, her greatest happiness was sitting on the kang with her father, waiting for her mother's meal amidst his father's loud laughter, although it was just a thin soup with a little wild vegetable leaves floating in it.

At that time, her mother always held a large bowl with both hands, and a small bowl between her ring finger and little finger. She brought the rice to the kang table, scooped a little out of the big bowl with a spoon and put it in the small bowl, and then said with a smile. Watching their father and daughter eating.

Every time she asked her mother why she didn't eat it, she said she had already eaten it in the kitchen.

It was not until the mother was getting thinner and thinner, and finally lay dying on the cold kang, that this lie was finally exposed.

(End of this chapter)