The second year after the second mother-in-law, who had always been healthy, was taken over by her son-in-law to support her, she died of illness. Although she was an elderly person, her life and death were determined. The news came back to the village. Everyone in the village be

The second year after the second mother-in-law, who was always healthy, was taken to support her by her son-in-law, she died of illness. Although she was an elderly person, her life and death were determined. The news came back to the village. Everyone in the village believed that if the second mother-in-law's son-in-law did not beat her, she would definitely live for a few more years.

Speaking of the second mother-in-law's life, her life is really harder than Coptis chinensis, but the suffering did not defeat her. She carried the whole family strongly with her thin shoulders. Raising a pair of children.

The second mother-in-law was born in a village called Liujiagou. After she was born, she inherited the defect of baldness of her father. The lower half of her head had some sparse hair, and the entire top was bare. Because of this flaw, the second mother-in-law wrapped her head in a veil all her life and was ridiculed by her peers with low character.

The second mother-in-law grew up to the age of getting married. Through the words of the matchmaker, she married my second grandfather, who is my grandfather's cousin.

In the 1950s, every household in the countryside had a hard time. After getting married to my second grandfather, the two of them lived on a mu of land. A few years after marriage, the second mother-in-law gave birth to several boys one after another. It is said that each boy inherited the defect of baldness and grew smoothly until he fell into a pit and drowned when he was twelve or thirteen years old. Some died in their infancy, while others died of illness when they were two or three years old. Anyway, their lives were not good, and even a few children were not raised. The second mother-in-law sheds so many tears when she faces the departure of several sons.

Fortunately, God has eyes, God gave the second mother-in-law a son with hair, which is my Xinyuan Dad. This son was carefully cared for by the second mother-in-law, and later the second mother-in-law never gave birth to children again. The second mother-in-law wanted a daughter, but her cousin had several daughters. The family was poor and she couldn't raise so many, so she was willing to carry one out. So the second mother-in-law and the second grandfather took their daughter home. Seeing the two siblings being innocent and cute, and the family is happy, the second mother-in-law is full of hope for life.

But the moon has its phases, people have good fortune and good fortune, but something happened to my second grandfather. According to grandfather's recollection, it was a cold winter night. After the second grandfather went to the next village to help with work, he drank on the table and walked home alone drunk, walked to the ridge of the field, and accidentally rolled into the paddy field and drowned.

This disaster gave the second mother-in-law a fatal blow, but looking at the two children, the second mother-in-law had to become strong. She refused to remarry and supported the whole family alone. From then on, she was alone in the uphill and downstairs. When two children were playing at home and couldn't eat enough, they were hungry and picked up rotten red potato skins thrown away by others in the bamboo forest.

During the slack season, the second mother-in-law took over the second grandfather's skill in making baskets. Every day, I cut bamboo bamboo tills into the bamboo forest. After getting a few pairs of baskets, just as the sky opened, a woman's house carried a load and walked the mountain road for two hours to sell at Qingyuan Market. The money from selling baskets is used to subsidize the family income. In this way, year after year of hard work, the second mother-in-law finally made her children bigger.

My daughter married a house with a storefront in the old street of the town. Although the family of the mother-in-law was the same farmer, it was a high-spirited for the rural people at that time. After all, she married into the town.

The son also married his wife, and his wife is from Yamado family, hardworking and skillful.

These two young couples have their own children one after another. The son works outside and the daughter-in-law takes care of the children at home. The second mother-in-law's daughter-in-law, my youngest mother, has a strong personality and the two mother-in-law have constant conflicts. They quarreled over the past few days. Later, the youngest father went home, and in anger, locked the partition door, and made a dirt stove for the second mother-in-law, and divided the house. The two women cooked fire at home without disturbing each other.

When it comes to busy farming seasons, the daughter and son-in-law will go home to help the daughter-in-law harvest rice. The second mother-in-law looked at her daughter's swollen face and arms, and dared not speak out. She hated her son-in-law's problem of beating her wife when she was drunk, but she was powerless and could only turn a blind eye.

Originally, after the daughter-in-law gave birth to a son and a daughter, his son Xinyuan also had a family. The second mother-in-law was about to enjoy her leisure time, but bad news came again that his son Xinyuan collapsed while mining in Guangdong and was crushed to death. According to the people at the scene, the youngest father's eyes were pressed out.

At this time, the family was separated. In the main hall separated by a wall, you could vaguely hear the crying of the youngest mother next door. The two mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were rare. At this moment, they were so sad that they figured it out and their heartbroken.

Young mother, who has never been to school, wants to go to Guangdong to ask the boss for compensation and take back the young father's body. She had no choice but to come to her door to ask Uncle Man, who was the village party secretary, to accompany her. The youngest mother, wearing a green background and white floral shirt and a short ponytail, walked slowly towards Uncle Man's house. Her thin body was so strong that it was heartbreaking.

A week later, accompanied by his mother's brother and uncle Man's son, who was taking the train home, brought back a dark urn. The second mother-in-law looked at the urn on the square table, reached out to open it, and saw the gray bones and ashes inside, and tears fell silently. I picked up a piece of broken bones with my shaking right hand and watched. I saw a drop of crystal tears dropping onto the bones I held in my hand.

The second mother-in-law was heartbroken by her son's death. She looked at the longevity that she had prepared in her early years and suggested to her daughter-in-law: "Give my wood to new yuan for use!" The young mother-in-law looked back and said loudly: "You can keep it yourself! That one is yours!" The second mother-in-law asked anxiously: "You have to be so anxious, where can I buy this thing." The young mother-in-law said: "Don't worry, you can buy it."

Sure enough, the coffin was lifted back and placed under the eaves, which were all black, and the paint was painted greasy and shiny, with a deep luster. The overall coffin was solemn and dignified in broad daylight, which made people feel scared and couldn't bear to look at it.

During the funeral, the second mother-in-law's eyes were swollen and she was in poor spirits, so she still forced herself to help her daughter-in-law handle her son's funeral. My mother had a serious expression and did everything seriously. Asking someone to help, borrowing things, buying coffins, and taking care of customers is so busy that I am dizzy. My poor mother's two children are still ignorant and run in and out with innocent laughter, not knowing what this scene means.

I encountered a difficult task at the funeral. The coffin I have bought is so huge and the urn is small. Put it inside, and as soon as you lift the coffin and walk, the urn will inevitably slide left and right. I have always been and bury in rural areas, and I have never encountered similar problems.

Through discussion, someone saw that under the eaves, the hardworking young mother was stacked in a neat way to cook rice, and she had a plan to think about it. After telling this method, everyone agreed and quickly picked up Bai Ya's handfuls to fill the extra spaces in the coffin, and put the urn inside as stable as Mount Tai. The person carrying the coffin said that this coffin is easy to carry, and it is all made of Bai Ya and light.

The youngest father next door was buried in his own vegetable field, and a new grave was built on the slope. He lay quietly under the cypress tree . The rustling sound of the wind blowing the cypress, as if he was talking silently.

Another year passed, and my mother chatted with her mother. The unreality of not seeing the corpse made people wonder if Xinyuan is still alive. The mother, who suspected that she might have received the urn by mistake, asked Yaoma, "Is it possible that Xinyuan is not dead, and the urn is wrong, what if it is missing?" Yaoma shook her head and said firmly, "How is that possible! If she had not died, she would have a letter after so long. If she had called back, how could she have no news?" It seems that Yaoma, who has no knowledge, has thought about this question for a long time, so she answered so firmly. My mother and I remained silent and fell into silence after hearing this.

In the end, my mother remarried and found an honest family in another town. He brought his son and daughter over, changed his surname to Liu, and gave birth to another daughter. The couple worked hard to raise three children. The family is harmonious and beautiful.

Second mother-in-law is old and cannot live alone. After discussing with her brother, the second mother-in-law sold the rented house and was taken to the town to live by her son-in-law.My daughter works outside all year round and she is beaten and scolded by her drunk son-in-law. My mother went to see her when she went to the market. She grabbed her mother's hand, cried while talking, and she showed us the bruised and swollen bruises. We are poor and can only comfort ourselves softly, and we can only curse a few times behind our backs. Within two years, the second mother-in-law, who was sad and depressed, passed away like this and was buried in the place of her son-in-law's house.

Sometimes I pass by my father's grave. The grave that has not been built for a long time is covered with thorns and weeds. It is so deserted that people almost forget that there is a person buried here, a young man in his thirties who died unexpectedly, and a father with two children.