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Chapter 8

It was approaching noon, and there was no smoke from anyone's house.

During cat winter, every household will eat less, or even not eat.

I was so hungry that I took a bite to save my life.

It's all here, and everyone is used to it.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Grandma Wu's face was pale, her whole body was trembling, her feet were so painful that she lost consciousness, and she moved entirely by willpower.

If it wasn't for relying on Wu Bo, he might have been unable to support himself and fell down.

Rubbing her chest, Grandma Wu took a breath to relieve her heart and lungs that were about to explode.

"It's okay, let's go, Mrs. Ma's house is at the entrance of the village."

"Okay," Wu Bo tried his best to help Grandma Wu go.

However, he himself is also a burden. Walking such a long mountain road with a limp is a bit too much for him, and he can't exert much strength.

But he has a daughter in his arms and an old lady in his hands, so he dare not shout tired, let alone fall down.

Xiao Xiya lay in her father's arms, not tired at all, and felt very warm and comfortable.

Enough to see the scenery, but also to sleep.

After waking up to urinate urgently, the villain groaned a few times, but Daddy ignored her, the villain closed his eyes and urinated.

Wu Bo, who was steaming all over from walking, didn't realize that his little padded jacket gave him a splash of love.

After urinating the refreshing little thing, he giggled twice.

Wu Bo supported his old lady, and the two walked into the village with heavy steps.

Stop at the door of the dilapidated thatched cottage at the head of the village.

In front of the house there was a low fenced courtyard wall and a courtyard gate. The mother and son stood in front of the courtyard gate and shouted, "Is Ma Po at home?"

A voice quickly came from the room: "Who is it?"

What came out was an old man, Mrs. Ma's wife, old man Wang.

Old man Wang is a carpenter. He will be 1.6 meters tall and very thin.

I have been doing carpentry all year round, and my palms are unusually wide and covered with calluses.

There are only two old people in this family.

A few years ago, bandits went down the mountain and burned, killed and looted the village. There were more than ten members of Ma Po's family, and only the old couple survived.

A lot of nonsense people in the village are saying that it is Ma Po who handles other people's affairs in the underworld, which damages the virtues of the underworld, so that future generations will suffer retribution.

In this regard, the old couple never explained, nor resentment.

However, there was less communication with the people in the village.

But if someone asks Ma Po to do something, she will still agree.

She has never done anything immoral, so she doesn't believe, let alone deny, the words that harm her morality.

On the contrary, what she does is all good deeds. She should do more good deeds to accumulate blessings for future generations, so that they will be cast into a good family in their next life.

"Brother Wang, it's me, the old lady of the Wu family."

They are all from the neighboring brigade, and they all know each other.

Old man Wang recognized Grandma Wu, and also recognized Wu Bo beside her.

Seeing the small cloth bag in Wu Bo's arms, he probably guessed the purpose of their coming.

"Oh, come in, it's cold outside." Old man Wang was not good at speaking, his expression was always dull, probably because of the death of his younger generation, he was too sad and couldn't hold his smile anymore.

Grandma Wu thanked her and was helped by Wu Bo into the house.

The inside of the house is not much warmer than the outside. The thatched mud hut with air leaks from all sides has a kang but no firewood, and the top of the kang is bitingly cold.

The old couple is getting old and unable to do things according to their wishes, so they can only barely get by.

Ma Po was lying on the kang, covered with an old quilt that was also cold and stiff.

Seeing them coming in, he forced himself to stand up.

Grandma Wu took two quick steps, wanting to help her.

Ma Pozi waved her hand and sat up by herself.

The light in the room was dim, Ma Po's ears were not very good, and she didn't hear Grandma Wu's self-introduction outside.

I didn't see Grandma Wu's face clearly, and asked aloud, "Which old sister is here?"

Grandma Wu said: "It's me, from the Wu family, Ma Po, do you remember?"

Ma Po's ears are not very good, but everything else is pretty good, especially her memory.

As soon as Grandma Wu made a sound, she knew who it was.

"I know, I know, Wu Quansheng's family, I know, Wu Quansheng is a well-known cultural person in our township, and he has a good heart. He even taught my kid how to read, it's a pity."

Wu Quansheng is Grandma Wu's husband, and Wu Bo's own father, that is, Grandpa Wu.

He used to be a talented scholar, but his family was in decline, his parents died, and he had no relatives.

In order to make a living, she entered the house of Grandma Wu, who was still a landlord at that time, and worked as a teacher for Grandma Wu and her brothers and sisters.

Later, the two fell in love for a long time, got married, and made a good story.

Later, in the chaos, Grandma Wu's father died, and her family fell apart and disappeared.

Not long after, Grandpa Wu also died in the chaos, and Wu Bo injured his leg.

Blessings and misfortunes never come singly, which may be able to describe Grandma Wu's situation at that time.

Grandma Wu, who experienced various changes, was not knocked down, but fought hard to survive with her only son.

No one expected that such a young lady, Jiao, would be able to carry her young son through countless pressures and white eyes.

For Ma Po, who also suffered from the death of her relatives, Grandma Wu and her felt sorry for each other, and they became closer unconsciously.

Speaking of Grandpa Wu, Grandma Wu couldn't help feeling sad.

They are a rare couple formed by free love in this era, needless to say their feelings.

The love at this time is very loyal, with unswerving determination until death.

If it wasn't for Wu Bo, Grandma Wu might follow Grandpa Wu.

"God has no eyes, but loves kind-hearted people." Grandma Wu was unwilling to be angry with Grandpa Wu's death, blaming the injustice of God and the injustice of the world.

Ma Po patted Grandma Wu's hand: "Don't be sad, everyone has their own destiny. You are a good person, and you have raised a tall and strong son for the old Wu's family. Wu Quansheng knows the truth and will die in peace."

Grandma Wu smiled and did not continue this topic: "With your kind words, I came here today to ask Ma Po to help me see my little granddaughter."

Wu Bo hurriedly untied the bed sheet, feeling a little annoyed when he touched the damp and torn quilt.

"Forgot to pee."

Grandma Wu took her into her arms and touched Xiya's wet buttocks, feeling a little distressed as well.

But it will be in someone else's house, and there is nothing to do: "It's okay, it's cold outside, and we can't pee, let's go home soon."

Xiya didn't feel uncomfortable, after freeing her hands and feet, she danced joyfully several times, her toothless mouth cracked open.

Grandma Wu liked Xiao Xiya's heartless look, so she smiled and showed it to Ma Po.

Ma Po asked old man Wang to light the oil lamp and come over.

The orange light reflected on Xiya's white and soft face, flickering on and off.

Xiao Xiya blinked her big, ignorant and clear eyes, staring at the oil lamp with rapt attention.

This lamp is different from the incandescent lamp hanging above her head, this one has warmth.

Ma Po stared at Xi Ya's small face for a long time, then reached out to touch her little hands and feet.

The warm touch brought Xi Ya back to his senses, looking for the heat source, looking at Ma Po's old wrinkled face with a little puzzled expression.

Ma Po smiled, stretched out her hand to hold Xiya in her arms, removed the wet bag from her body and handed it to Old Man Wang: "Go and set a fire to dry."

Grandma Wu hurriedly stopped: "No, don't waste firewood, we'll go back in a while, we won't freeze the child."

The old couple couldn't bear to burn the firewood themselves, so they didn't have the nerve to use it.

Mrs. Ma waved her hand and told Old Man Wang to go.

(End of this chapter)