After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried

Moreover, even if there are small yellow croakers at home, those who have no means dare not spend them. If someone discovers them, the whole family will be tortured to death.

Therefore, even if their family was having a hard time, they couldn't open the pot, and the old lady didn't even dare to take out the little yellow croaker.

Especially since she and the old man are older, and there is only a few-year-old grandson at home, they can't keep these little yellow croakers at all, and will even cause trouble.

But now, the old man is gone, and she is leaving too. The most valuable thing in the family is this box of small yellow croakers. She wants to entrust her grandson to Yun Qinghuan to take care of her. She can't give him nothing and let others take care of him in vain.

In this era, food is so precious, more precious than money. How can you ask others to help raise a little stone for several years without any relatives?

Even those who are related to him cannot be avoided.

"Qing Huan, I gave this box of small yellow croakers to you. From now on, can you help me take care of our little stone? You don't have to take too much care of him. He can work and cook. You just need to help him pay tuition for school. If If there is no food, just give him a little help, and just help me take care of him until he is a teenager. A boy in the countryside can start his own business at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and by that time, he won't have to worry about him."

Yun Qinghuan took a cursory look and found that there were about twenty or thirty small yellow croakers in the box. Based on the exchange rate of this era, they could be exchanged for at least three to four hundred yuan, which was more than enough to raise a rural child for seven or eight years.

She quickly waved her hand, "Auntie, I can't have this little yellow croaker, it's too expensive. Just leave these to Little Shitou. When he grows up, he will need money for everything he does.

It's already October 2006, and there is only one year left until the college entrance examination is resumed, and the reform and opening up is not far away. In the future, if Xiao Shitou is admitted to a good university, there will be a lot of money to spend.

The old lady obviously doesn't expect her grandson to take the college entrance examination. After all, the college entrance examination is no longer available. She just wants her grandson to read more books, not to be bullied, and to get married and have children when he is old enough.

Although the old lady was thin, her hands were very strong and she pushed the box to prevent her from returning it. "Good boy, if you don't accept this box, I won't even be able to close my eyes."

Xiao Shitou also said beside him, "Auntie, just accept it."

He wiped his tears as he said, "You are just like my biological mother."

Both of them said this, and Yun Qinghuan had no choice but to accept it.

But she thought in her heart that she would definitely not keep this box of things as her own. When Little Shitou grew up and was no longer so strict, she would return these things to the child and keep them by his side.

No matter in which era, gold does not appreciate in value, but at least it maintains its value.

It’s just that in this day and age, having gold at home is not necessarily a blessing.

Those old ladies and wives in the village don't even dare to wear gold jewelry. They only wear silver bracelets.

Silver in this era is even less valuable.

Seeing that she accepted it, the old lady was obviously relieved, and her originally energetic face turned a bit gray.

She stood up shakily again and was about to lie down on the bed, "I'll go with the old man."

Xiao Shitou turned pale and pulled her, not wanting her to lie with her dead grandfather, but the old lady was persistent, smiled and touched Xiao Shitou's face, "Little Shitou, don't be sad, grandma is happy to have your grandpa with you on this journey." Still waiting."

After all, she lay down. The old lady leaned against the old man, closed her eyes, smiled kindly, and murmured instructions to the little stone.

The sound became quieter and quieter until it was gone.

Xiao Shitou stared blankly, Yun Qinghuan was accompanying him beside him without urging him.

For a long time, Xiao Shitou's body became stiff because he stood for too long. He staggered forward and touched the tip of the old lady's nose with his hand. Then he fell to the ground and looked at Yun Qinghuan helplessly, "Auntie, I'll take it. Are you going to hold a funeral for your grandparents when you come down?"

He was still young, only six or seven years old, so he didn't know much about the funeral process.

Yun Qinghuan glanced at the two old men lying on the bed. They had smiles on their lips and cuddled tightly. It was obvious that it was not painful to leave.

She stepped forward, hugged the little stone, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, my aunt will bury your grandparents with you next."

Yun Qinghuan did not dare to take the box of small yellow croakers home. Instead, she and Bai Naihan discussed and buried them under the big locust tree next to Xiao Shitou's house at night without letting Xiao Shitou know.

Naturally, the fewer people know about this, the better.

As for Xiao Shitou, she took him home and let him live in the same house as An An.

Someone happened to be sleeping with An An.

An An obviously likes Xiao Shitou very much and does not object to sleeping with him.

Liu Yuzhi knew that Grandma Xiao Shitou had taken care of her as an orphan before she died, and sighed, "Little Shitou is a poor child. He is raised in our house. It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks."

To put it simply, it is actually too difficult to raise an additional child in this era.

Liu Yuzhi still smiled and said, "It just so happens that Xiao Shitou is a diligent kid who is good at sweeping the floor and feeding chickens. I can feel more relaxed in the future."

She said this, but Xiao Shitou really had to help her with work every day, and she was still not happy. She asked Xiao Shitou to study hard and have a great future.

Of course, these are all things for later.

Yun Qinghuan's family is very busy these days, helping Xiao Shitou handle the funeral of his grandparents.

The two old men had a good relationship, so they directly ordered a large coffin from Bai Aimin to bury the two old men together.

The funeral was also very simple. The villagers who had helped Xiao Shitou's family in the past were invited to have a meal without taking any part of the money, as a way of thanking them for taking care of Xiao Shitou in the past.

Although the funeral was simple, Yun Qinghuan was very tired after a few days.

When I finished my work, I just slumped down in my chair, too lazy to move.

Who knew that the little stone would kneel down with a "plop" and kowtow to her, "Auntie, I will definitely never forget your great kindness. I will take care of you until the end of your life!"

His eyes were determined.

Next to her, An An, who was sitting on a chair and playing, was not happy when she heard this. She stood up and said loudly, "My mother should be the one who takes care of me until the end of her life. It's not your turn, Brother Shitou!"

Yun Qinghuan: "..."

She had a headache and felt like she was already in her seventies, waiting for her child to bury her.

Quite touching.

He stepped forward and put up the small stone, "You kid, who did you learn these words from? Don't worry, my aunt is still young, and there are still many years before she can retire and die. Your task now is to grow up well, study hard, and let Your grandparents are watching from heaven, you are very promising and you have lived up to their expectations."

Little Stone stood up, a smile on his face.

This was the first time he smiled in days.

"Auntie, I know, I will definitely not let you and your grandparents down."

In the evening, Xiao Shitou was very sensible and went to the kitchen to help fold vegetables, fetch water, sweep the floor, and serve dishes.

In short, everyone is rushing to do any job.

Being sensible makes people feel distressed.