MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 276 From now on, I will provide for you until you die.

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 killed.

 So, 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 they 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, but she can't give him nothing and let him take care of her in vain.

In this era, food is so precious, even 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 should 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.

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

Since both of them said this, Yun Qinghuan had no choice but to accept it.

 When I finished my work, I just slumped in the chair and was too lazy to move.

Yun Qinghuan and his family are very busy these days, helping Xiao Shitou handle the funeral of his grandparents.

 An An obviously likes Little Stone very much and does not object to sleeping with him.

 Simply put, in fact it is too difficult to raise one more child in this era.

Little Shitou stared blankly, Yun Qinghuan stayed with him beside him without urging him.

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."

Little Shitou stood up, with a smile on his face.

Next to him, An An, who was sitting on a chair and playing, was not happy when he heard this. He stood up directly and said loudly, "My mother should be the one who takes care of me until she is old, and it's not your turn, Brother Shitou!"

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."

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?"

 It just so happened that someone was sleeping with An An.

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.

 In this day and age, having gold at home is not necessarily a blessing.

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."

Yun Qinghuan didn't dare to take the box of small yellow croakers home. Instead, he 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.

 He has a determined look in his eyes.

 Of course, these are all things for later.

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

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

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

Yun Qinghuan glanced at the two old men lying on the bed. They had smiles on their lips and they were cuddling tightly. It was obvious that they were walking without pain.

 One hundred three. Two one. One hundred one. Nine three

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

 This is the first time he has laughed in these days.

 Silver in this era is even less valuable.

Yun Qinghuan: “…”

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

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 study more, not to be bullied, and to get married and have children when he is old enough.

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

 The sound became smaller and smaller until it was gone.

 Having a headache, she felt like she was already in her 70s and 80s, waiting for the child to bury her.

  She said this, but Xiao Shitou really had to help her with work every day, but she was not happy yet. She asked Xiao Shitou to study hard and make a big difference in the future.

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

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

 It’s 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."

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

 He is still young, only six or seven years old, so he doesn’t know much about the funeral process.

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

Who would have thought that Little Stone knelt down with a "plop" and kowtowed to her, "Auntie, I will never forget your great kindness. I will take care of you until you die!"

 Hence, those old ladies and married women in the village dare not even wear gold jewelry. They only wear silver bracelets at most.

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

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

At night, Xiao Shitou 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.

 It is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.