Aunt Zhuan finally rests in peace. All the relatives and friends who came to Lao Wang's house to help with the funeral have now gone their separate ways.

January is almost over, and soon it will be the second month of the lunar calendar. After the new year celebrations are over, every household starts preparing for spring agricultural work.

Thus, only Wang Hongquan, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi with their two children remained in the old Wang's family.

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Sorrow and desolation, like a strong draught of liquor.

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When you first drink it, the sensation hits your throat with a sharp, burning taste that's difficult to swallow.

But after you swallow it, you'll have a brief period of numbness where you can eat, laugh, and even high-five people.

But when you drink it down and let it settle for a while, then the aftertaste kicks in, that's when you know the true power of this liquor.

Similarly, the feeling of losing a loved one is also like that.

The day after Aunt Zhuan’s burial, Yang Huamei was so exhausted from the past few days that she couldn’t get up in the morning. However, Dabi and Xiaohei were both awake.

"Mother, I'm hungry!"

"Mother, I'm hungry too!"

Hearing the two sons by her bedside, rubbing their bellies and crying with hunger, Yang Huamei mumbled as usual in a daze: "If you're hungry, find grandma. She's probably in the kitchen cooking."

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Then he rolled over and went back to sleep, but Bai cried out in surprise.

“Grandma…Grandma is gone…”

Yang Huamei suddenly sat up in alarm, only then realizing that her mother-in-law was gone. For a long time after that, she would be the sole mistress of the household.

Cooking, washing clothes, tending the vegetable garden, and feeding pigs, chickens, and ducks are all things I have to do myself.

Just like right now, if I don't get up to start a fire and cook, the children won't have anything to eat, and my father-in-law and Chuanzi will go hungry too.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to drag her aching body out of bed and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was mostly taken care of by the mother-in-law, the placement of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, as well as other pickled vegetables and ingredients, were all under her control.

Yang Huamei occasionally helped out with the cooking, but now she was suddenly in charge of the whole kitchen. Facing the cold stove, she couldn't find the fire starter and crouched down on the ground, wanting to cry her heart out.

After much struggling, I managed to cook a pot of thin porridge. Since I couldn't make flatbreads, I boiled an egg for each of the two children.

Then, he brought a small bowl of pickled vegetables to the table. At this time, Wang Hongquan sat in the yard, silently smoking a dry pipe.

Wang Shuanzi took his two children to rinse their mouths and wash their faces. The two children had been waiting impatiently at the table.

Wang Shuanzi came to the kitchen to help Yang Huamei serve the dishes.

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"Mei'er, you worked hard." Wang Zhuanzi said.

Yang Huamei smiled wryly, "I'm the mother of two children now, these things, from now on, I'll learn one by one. I'll definitely make sure you all have enough to eat and wear warm clothes, so that when you go out, people won't laugh at you."

Wang Zhuanzi nodded and reached out to shake Yang Huamei's hand. "After I eat, I'll head straight to the village schoolhouse to check on things. School has already started, and the students have all come back to study."

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“Because of some family matters, I was delayed for three or four days. I can't delay any longer. Although Qing'er has been kind to me and hasn't deducted my wages, I feel guilty if I delay for too long.”

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Yang Huamei said, “Well, go ahead. Taking care of the school is Qing'er’s responsibility anyway. You don’t have to worry about food and lodging at the schoolhouse, and you can still get four hundred wen a month.”

“I raise chickens and pigs at home, grow vegetables in the garden, my father takes care of the crops, the two children study, my mother is gone, our family works together, and we can make a good life!”

After breakfast, Wang Shuanzi went to school. Dabai and Xiaoh Hei stayed at home.

It wasn't that Yang Huamei wouldn't let her two sons go to school, but rather that the two children were already ten years old after passing the New Year. By next year's December, they would be eleven.

Their former teacher, as well as Yang Yongxian, had both said that these two children were ready to be sent to the town school for a proper education, preparing them for the examinations to become a scholar and a master.

The primary school on the hillside behind the village was, after all, built by Yang Ruqing at her own expense. She hired Yang Yongxian and another scholar to teach, in order to benefit the children of the village and give them enlightenment.

In today's terms, it's similar to preschool. When they reach a certain age, they naturally go to the town school for further education.

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This year, several children in the village who were in the same batch as Dabai and Xiaohēi are going to town to study. Of course, more children graduated from Haitang School after...

Unable to afford sending them back to town for further studies, they packed their belongings and returned home. In the spring, they helped the adults with farm work, continuing the generations-old tradition of using a hoe.

Or you could find someone to help get a job elsewhere, maybe as a craftsman or learn a new trade.

Dah Bai and Xiao Hei, due to the deep impression they left on Lao Yang's family, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were determined to cultivate them.

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Financially, the family will provide support. As long as the two children achieve some academic success, their cousins and uncle-in-law Luofengtang will be able to arrange jobs for them.

So Yang Huamei planned to wait until both children's grandmother had passed the seventh day of mourning, then send the two of them to the school in town to study, returning home once a month.

And speaking of Yang Ruqing's family, spring had arrived, and she received the first New Year's letter from Luofeng Tang.

When she wrote to him last time, she told Luo Fengtang everything about Da Zhi in detail, leaving nothing out.

At this time, Luofengtang sent a letter home. When Yang Ruqing received the letter, she weighed it in her hand. It was heavier and thicker than usual.

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Upon opening it, wow, there were three full letter sheets! That's quite unique indeed.

In the past, he had endured two heartbreaks. Even though sometimes he was overcome with longing, he would only draw an emoji at the end of his letters to express it.

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This stack of papers, three sheets thick, must be about his grand ambitions.

Yang Ruqing sat down by the flowerbed, holding the letter and reading it carefully.

Tuoba Xian sent Luobǎo Baby to school and came back to see Yang Ruqing sitting here reading a letter. Tuoba Xian didn't speak, but stood silently beside her, waiting.

The son's letter home is also what she cares about most.

After making sure Yang Ruoqing had finished reading, Tuo Ba Xian walked over.

“Qing'er, is it Fengtang’s family letter? How is he doing in Tianhai County now?” Tuo Ba Xian asked.

Yang Ruqing put down the letter paper and stood up, saying, "Mother, please sit."

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She helped Tuo Ba Xian sit down and placed the letter in front of her, "Mother, you read it yourself."

Tuoba Xian smiled slightly, but pushed the letter paper away.

“Mother’s too lazy to read words, just tell Mother the gist of it.”

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As the daughter-in-law, she felt it was important to give face. Since her own mother-in-law had spoken first, it would be impolite for her to refuse.

But as the mother-in-law, she couldn't actually go and see the letter.

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